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“She’s game. You’re game, right?” Reid grasps my hand and kisses my knuckles. “You’ll love it. That’s a promise.”
Lube appears. I’ve no idea from where. I’m grateful, nevertheless. Wynter gets both himself and my arse slippery. He strokes around the rim, coaxing my muscles to relax and let him in. It feels strange, and I’m all nerves again.
“Jeez, hurry it up, man,” Reid encourages, the muscles of his abs jumping as he attempts to hold himself in check. It’s clear he’s desperate to move. I, too, want him to move. “I’m literally dying here, dude.”
“Well then, tell her to relax her arse more.”
“Please, Ariel.”
“I am relaxed,” I say. If I get any more relaxed, I’ll be limp. “I just don’t regularly let guys fuck my arse.” He has at least two whole fingers inside me now.
“That’s about to change, honey. You signed up for keeping three horny blokes satisfied. Reid, a little help here.”
Reid lifts his head and targets my nipples, proving to be the distraction I need. I stop focusing so hard on what’s going onbehind me and let myself experience the sensations of Wynter’s fingers stretching me and the buzz like connection that ignites between my nipples, my pussy, and my arse.
“I’m gonna fuck your arse real good, Little Mermaid.” Wynter removes his fingers from me, and then I feel his crown pressing determinedly.
My muscles protest, but then my body adapts, and it feels amazing.
“Deeper, get in deeper. You know I’m into it when I can feel you rubbing against me.” Reid ploughs me as deep as he can. I wonder how I never saw it before meeting them, this bond that exists between Reid and Wynter. This isn’t a first for them, even if it is for me. I’m a little jealous of whoever’s come before. Then again, I’m also pleased to be benefitting from the practice sessions they offered my men.
Wynter withdraws, then sinks back in pushing deeper. It brings a rush of blood to my face, and a fresh flood of arousal to my pussy. Both men hiss when they feel one another lodged side by side with only a thin barrier between them.
“I fucking live for this,” Reid announces. His teeth are bared. There’s a feral gleam in his eyes. “You’re the best, Ariel. Mermaids for the win.”
There is something special about the three of us being connected this way. It’s tight, and a bit awkward, but it makes everything sensation-heavy. Consequently, I’m too far gone to understand what’s happening when the weight behind me alters. Wynter stiffens and grunts. His whole body flushes hot against my back.
“Fucking, yeah,” Reid mouths. “Do him, man.”
Wynter’s head dips to my shoulder and he curses into my skin. While his bites muffle the sound, it doesn’t lessen the way he’s quaking. He jerks into me, faster, desperate. He’s on the verge. We all are. Me. Wynter. Reid, beneath me. Max… I hearMax, right before I catch a glimpse of him reflected in Reid’s blown-wide pupils. Max on his knees behind Wynter.
No, not just behind him. Closer than that. He’s inside him.
Now I understand. All four of us are fucking together.
My mind melts. I’m caught by the idea, ravished by it, and driven into raptures. Reid comes in time with the first contraction of my pussy around his shaft. Wynter holds it together for not much longer. He comes so hard that the rush steals his voice. As for me, I’m not sure where my orgasm ends and where it simply collides with theirs. With everything pulsing at once, the lines are blurry.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Iris
Ric Liddell answers his door wearing a pair of leather jeans, with his fly at half-mast and something that I suspect may be strawberry sauce smeared across his chest. “Hey,” he says.
I only mean to return the camera, not step inside, but he doesn’t take it when I hold it out. Instead, he about turns leaving me to follow. In his studio, there’s a man handcuffed to an overhead beam, turned away from me in a puddle of the very same sauce.
He waves a hand towards the figure. “This is my husband, Zach Blackwater. Zach, Iris, the fool who asked me about an apprenticeship.”
His ridiculously sculpted, very naked husband turns his head and gives me a nod, whereupon I realise that not only is he bound and gagged, he’s painfully erect. I’m not sure if I’ve interrupted a shoot, a make-out session, or a combination of the two.
“Zach owns Blackwater’s.”
“The food was amazing.” Eep, awkward! “We were there the other night.”
It’s interesting how much Zach manages to convey with just his facial expressions. Evidently, he’s aware of Reid’s accident with the candle. He probably wasn’t too thrilled to have his oysters languishing on the floor either.
“Lucidity are leaving today, right?” Ric drags my attention back to him.
“That’s right. I brought you back your camera.”
