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The oil was drizzled over the crack of my ass. I felt the cool liquid sliding down toward the wet feeling Damien had left on me. Something was spreading the oil up and down and it was not Bane’s hands. He was coating his cock in the oil as he rubbed against me.
A quick thrust forward made me want to pull away, but I didn’t. He’d aimed himself well and driven past the tight ring of muscle with one solid push. I moaned and cried out at the intrusion.
Bane didn’t stop, but he slowed himself. He passed a hand, in long soothing strokes, over my back.
“Hands on the bed, Ciara,” he ordered.
Glad to have some control of my own balance, I eagerly did as he asked. He used my increased steadiness to press himself fully into my body. I heard his groan of pleasure as he buried himself completely.
As usual he had me feeling stuffed, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. Instead the sensation of fullness was erotic and sensual. My hands fisted in the blankets as Bane slowly started to move.
I felt the sway as my breasts rocked with each powerful thrust. Looking up I saw Kein had noticed them, also. He came to sit on the bed, playing lovingly with the swaying mounds.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
It was Christof’s hands that brought me off, though. He grinned as he rubbed my clit in counter to Bane’s thrusts. The tension built in my belly until I exploded and my knees felt weak. It was only Bane’s desire to keep me up that kept me from the floor. They congratulated Christof on his skill, even after all this time he still had it.
Bane roared behind me a second later. He sped up and gripped my sweaty hips tightly. He was like a bull behind me huffing and rutting as he came.
I chose Christof next. Kneeling on the bed I watched my friend crawl up beside me. For a moment he looked at me the way the old Christof had. The love in his eyes was so evident I reached for him.
“Make love to me,” I requested as I pulling him closer.
His face was questioning as he knelt in front of me. “Explain ‘make love’ to me,” he requested. “This phrase is not from our language. The words we understand, but not the combination.”
I smiled at his curiosity and cupped his face. This was probably going to be one of those times, but I’d try to explain.
“Sex between us is about physical pleasure,” I said kissing the corner of his mouth. “Making love is about emotional pleasure. It means using sex to show I care about you and you care about me.”
Christof accepted the loving kisses across his lips and cheeks. It was evident he was thinking about what I’d said.
“You do not care for us,” Kein finally said from the side sounding confused. “We care for you, though.”
Chuckling at his misinterpretation of the sentence I ran my fingers along Christof’s jaw and down his neck. I touched his chest and stomach lightly, teasing him with the gentle caress.
“I care about you,” I answered still looking at Christof. “I worry about your happiness. When you are not with me, I think of you and hope you are well. I cannot care for you, but I care about you.”
Leaning forward I nuzzled Christof’s neck and nipped at his ears. A low groan sounded in his throat as his hands pulled me closer. Continuing to suck at his neck I smiled to myself. He wasn’t fighting the idea anymore. A quick glance around the room proved no one was fighting the idea anymore.
Reaching down I wrapped a hand around Christof’s staff. I pumped him slowly enjoying the silky feel of him against my palm. This earned another low sound from my chosen man.
“Lay with me,” he said softly pulling me until I curled against his side.
I looked into his eyes and found him beaming at me.
“I like ‘making love’,” he said simply tracing my cheekbone.
Leaning over his grinning face I kissed him softly. The kiss gained momentum quickly. The tangle of tongues continued as his hand wrapped in my hair, securing me to his mouth. Pressing him into the bedding, I devoured his mouth.
“Get on top of me,” he ordered pulling my hips over his.
I looked down at him doubtfully and stilled my movements. Being on the bottom was what the women did to them. It struck me as wrong to do this to him now.
“I want you, Christof,” I told him honestly, “but I want this to make you happy. You don’t have to lay underneath me.”
He smiled and his face was lit with kindness. “I like to see you above me,” he said honestly. “I like to know every motion is your choice, as well as, mine.”
It was a stunning admission, I thought, but no one else seemed to notice. I straddled him and started to slowly move on his staff. This was my choice, but I made his pleasure a priority and sought to give it to him.
It didn’t take long to find what he liked. Christof liked small, fast movement forward and back. His hands found my hips and he held them loosely. He seemed to be trying to stop himself from grabbing and controlling the pace.
“Harder,” I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “please, my love, take me harder.”
It was the permission he had wanted and he took it. Long fingers wrapped around until his short nails were cutting into my bottom. His hips rose off the bed pressing up as his hands pulled me down. I may have been on top, but now he was certainly fucking me.
From my vantage I had the perfect view of his face. A second row of razor sharp teeth dropped down and I was soon staring into a mouth of fangs. Christof growled and screamed as he found his release in my body.
Once my hips were freed I pulled myself off his staff and lay down beside him. Christof refused to release me and I snuggled against his side. He calmed slowly.
“Thank you,” he whispered looking dreamily into my eyes.
Christof was sated, but Evan and Kein weren’t. They were ready.
“I want you both,” I said reaching a hand out to each of them. “I can’t choose,” I said honestly watching their hot eyes.
It was Kein who came forward first. He towered over me for a moment before laying down beside me. He liked the way Christof had had his fun. Watching my breasts dance and sway as we fucked would be enjoyable.
“Do you like that?” he asked nervously. “Christof always has said you like that. He thinks you like it, but do you?”
His concern was odd, but I didn’t falter.
“The position doesn’t matter to me. I just enjoy seeing you happy. If you like to see my breasts bounce before you, then that is how we should be.”
He smiled and watched as I sat up and slung a leg over him.
I rode Kein as I’d done with Christof. He lay beneath me enjoying the view this gave him. My thighs started to tire and I felt him tensing beneath me. His fangs were down and I knew he was close.
“Stop,” he ground out, holding my hips tightly.
Kein released one hip and he pinched the nipple with their crest. Using it like a lever he pulled my top half down to his mouth. As I panted above him, he laved a breast with his tongue.
“Stretch your legs,” he commanded. “Let them relax for a moment.”
I did as he asked and ended up sprawled in a very strange position above him, with his cock still inside of me. Kein’s appendage stayed hard, but lost that feeling that told me he was close to finishing.
Teeth pressed into the soft skin on the underside of my breast and I froze. Kein didn’t break skin and slowly moved toward the nipple, biting softly. Eventually he’d nibbled the entire breast, as well as, its twin.
Once he was satisfied he’d explored the mounds to his satisfaction, he asked me to move again. The cycle continued for many more times. Kein would bring himself to near completion and then calm his lust on my breasts. The relentless stimulation above and below had me cresting and spasming long before he was done.
Evan was last and the sweating mess I was seemed to be what he wanted. He literally cleaned the sweat from my entire body with his tongue. He started with my toes and the sensation was unreal.
Warm lips wrapped around my littlest toe and his tongue bathed it. Each toe on both feet received the same treatment. By the time he reached my great toe on my second foot I was fighting not to kick out at the strange tickling sensation.
“Stay still and let me enjoy the taste of you,” he ordered licking like an adoring puppy at my knee.
Each leg was thoroughly enjoyed and tasted. Every inch of my body was worshipped by Evan’s searching tongue.
He lapped lovingly at the juncture of my thighs. I flushed pink in embarrassment knowing he tasted his brothers down there also. The men didn’t seem to mind, though. They just watched as he used his skilled tongue to bring me a bone-shattering orgasm.