Page 87 of Bliss: Part 1
I realized then that we weren’t doing this because we were confused or because it was impulsive. We were doing it because we wanted to. Because it felt right.
Dash was the first one to walk up to me. He didn’t grab me or rush anything. He just placed his hands gently on my face, holding it like I was something important and fragile.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his voice a whisper.
“I am. If you guys are too.”
His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “We are.”
He leaned in and kissed me gently, his lips moving slowly. His hands stayed on my face, cupping my cheeks as his body pressed more against mine. Then I felt other hands on my body. One brushing against my back, another trailing along my arm. I didn’t know whose was whose at first, but it didn’t matter. I knew them. I trusted them. I loved them.
Dash broke the kiss after a while, but his lips lingered for a moment before he fully pulled away. I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. Then I watched him sink to his knees in front of me. His hands slid up my thighs, parting them gently, and he leaned forward until I felt his warm breath against my inner thighs. I tensed, trying hard to steady myself by placing my hands on his shoulders, and digging my fingers into his skin.
He trailed kisses along my inner thigh until his mouth covered my pussy. I sucked in a breath, then moaned when his tongue flicked at my clit.
Through half-lidded eyes, I caught sight of Tripp standing to my right. He was rubbing his length with one hand, while the other pressed against my lower back. His palm was warm against my skin, but it still sent shivers down my spine. When our eyes met, he leaned in, capturing my lips with his own.
His tongue gently parted my lips, deepening the kiss passionately.
“Our beautiful baby,” Rhys murmured softly from behind me, his voice a low whisper. I leaned back against his chest as he stepped closer, feeling the heat of his body coming around me. His hands moved slowly around my waist, fingertips brushing softly along my stomach before they traveled upwards to cup my tits. He massaged them gently, making me moan into Tripp’s kiss.
Ashby was standing to my left. One of his hands moved along my outer thigh and up my hips, and by the sound of it, he was touching himself with his other hand.
There were so many hands on me. Mouths kissing and sucking at my skin, making me moan louder.
My legs started shaking before I even realized what was happening. The pressure had been building steadily, and suddenly it was too much to hold back. Dash didn’t let up, his tongue kept moving over my clit, fast and focused, and a few seconds later, my body gave in completely.
I folded forward without really meaning to, unable to stay upright. Tripp and Ashby caught me, each grabbing an arm to keep me from sinking all the way down, and I was grateful for it. Because in that moment, I had no control over anything.
The orgasm hit hard, and it was sharp and overwhelming in the best kind of way. My skin felt hot, my hands were numb, and I couldn’t speak. I just breathed through it and let it happen.
I was still shaking when I slowly came down from my high. I wanted more. My body wasn’t done yet. Not even close.
“This is your first time,” Tripp said, quietly cutting through the silence in my head. He brushed a few strands of hair away from my face. “You’ve got to tell us what you want, Lissy.”
The truth was, I didn’t know. Not really.
I’d never had sex before. I’d seen it in movies, read about it in books. Some of those scenes were soft and romantic, others more intense. Dirtier. But none of that had actually prepared me for this. They were four people I trusted. Four people I loved. And yet, I had no idea what I was supposed to do or say.
“I never really imagined having sex with four guys at once,” I admitted, my voice small but honest. “I don’t even know how that’s supposed to work.”
“We’ll take turns,” Rhys said calmly as he stepped around me, coming to stand in front. He reached up and touched the side of my face. There was a quiet confidence in him, but it didn’t feel pushy. “You’re still in control, Lissy. You get to choose how this goes. And you get to choose who…you know, who’s first.”
I swallowed hard. My lips parted like I had something to say, but nothing came out right away. How was I supposed to decide that? It wasn’t like picking out a shirt or deciding what to eat. This was something else entirely.
“I…I don’t know,” I said, my voice breathy.
I didn’t know how to choose. How I could ever choose who got to fuck me for the first time ever. I looked at each of them and felt the same overwhelming affection. I trusted all of them. Cared about them deeply. And the idea of making a choice, of picking one of them for something this special felt impossible.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quieter now. “Maybe I’m not ready after all.”
Dash had stood up somewhere in the middle of all this, and he reached for my hand now, holding it gently between both of his. He brushed his thumb over my knuckles, keeping me calm. “Lissy. Hey. Look at me.”
I looked up, and when our eyes met, I felt a little steadier. His face was soft, no pressure, just understanding. “You know we’re not rushing you. If this isn’t the right time, we stop.”
“No,” I said quickly. “I don’t want to stop. I want this. I do. I’m just…stuck on the choice. I don’t want to make the wrong call and end up hurting someone.”
“You won’t,” Ashby said gently from beside me.
