Page 13 of Heatwaves

Not that I’m complaining.

Sensations wrack my body as someone’s hands find their way to my nipples, twisting and plucking at them as I’m railed from both sides. My next orgasm sneaks up on me, but the two men don’t slow as they continue to thrust into me.

Oliver is the first to come, almost taking me over the edge with him again. He collapses back onto the bed and pants. Carter pulls me back into his lap and lifts me up and down onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

“I’m close, Lila. You feel amazing. Do you think you can come again?”

I don’t know if I can or not, but I sure want to. When I don’t answer, Ty ducks between my thighs, lapping at my clit and sliding three fingers inside me—I’m so wet with my arousal and the men’s cum that he doesn’t even need to work up to three. He curls his fingers against my G-spot, and it’s all over. This one is so intense I black out.

When I come to, I’m lying on my side with Ty spooning me from behind, an arm tossed over me. Carter is lying on my other side, hand running through my hair.

“Wow.”

Carter grins down at me. “Wow, indeed. You should sleep. Your body is going to be sore, and you’ve got to be tired. Once your heat starts tomorrow, we won’t get much sleep.”

I want to tell him I don’t want to sleep, that I want to stay up and talk to them. Or, at the bare minimum, clean myself of the cum that is dripping from me, but my eyes are already falling shut. I just hum, smiling to myself.

I hadn’t been looking forward to my heat before meeting these four, but after this? I can’t wait.

Waking up the next morning, my heat is riding me hard. My thoughts are hazy, and my body is on fire. My hips undulate against the hard cock behind me, my body not even caring who it is—it just wants a cock buried inside it immediately.

Feeling how hard the heat is hitting, I’m glad that we had yesterday together. After passing out for a few hours, I woke to the smell of something delicious cooking and only Ty in bed with me. The other three cooked an amazing pasta dinner for us before we lounged in the living room, watching a movie. Then, there had been even more amazing sex before bed.

Sex.

Yes, please.

Oliver chuckles behind me as he tightens the arm he has wrapped around my stomach. Hegrinds against my butt, hand sliding up my torso until he’s fondling my breast.

A keening sound spills from my lips and my back arches, causing my breast to thrust against his hand and my butt against his raging erection. I can feel the others moving around us on the bed, but all of my focus is on Oliver’s hand and cock as they move against me.

“I think someone needs a cock inside her,” Oliver whispers against my ear.

“Yes. Now,” I whine.

Masculine laughter fills the room, and if I wasn’t so desperate to be filled, I’d tell them what I think of their laughter.

“Please…”

“You beg so well.” Ty’s face appears in my line of sight as he lowers himself in front of me.

When I open my mouth to beg—or maybe demand—that they screw me, Ty leans in and presses his lips to mine. Fingers slide along my wet slit as Ty’s tongue tangles with mine. My hips grind against the fingers as they push inside of me, and I have a moment to wonder whose fingers they are before my thoughts are lost to me.

It’s not enough—it’s not a cock, after all—but it’s better than nothing. As two fingers becomethree, I bite down on Ty’s bottom lip. A moan spills from me as I lift my hips to meet the thrusts of the fingers.

“More. More. More.” I can’t help but chant it over and over because they don’t seem to be listening. Fingers aren’t enough. I need to be split open with a cock—now.

“Patience, kitten,” Aidan murmurs as Oliver turns my head to kiss me, and I lose myself in the kiss for a moment. Until I feel the brush of a tongue against my clit, my back arching off the bed as I come hard and fast.

My eyes drop down to find Carter sucking on my clit as he works me over with his fingers. He doesn’t let up until I collapse back onto the bed. “More.”

Ty chuckles, fingers finding my nipples. He teases me, brushing them across the hard nubs as I let out a keening whine. He smirks before twisting one between his fingers, just this side of painful. “I’d forgotten what heats were like. Remind me again why we stopped participating?”

“How about we talk about that at a later time, hmmm?” Carter slides his fingers from me, and I can already feel their loss.

My hips lift of their own accord, chasing him. His fingers might not have been what I wanted, but they were oh so much better than this empty feeling I have now.

“Shhhh,” Carter murmurs, his attention turning away from Ty and back to me. “I’ve got you, baby.”

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