“She needs a knot,” Archer says.
“Who’s first?” Elias looks between the other two.
Before they can decide, I reach for Silas. “You. Want you first.”
His eyes flare. He strips off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular shoulders and bulging biceps. His hands move to his hips, and he drops his pants and boxers together, revealing tree-trunk thighs and a massive, proud cock standing thick and hard against his stomach. The size of him should scare me, it should terrify me, but all I feel is the desperate, aching need for him to be inside me. For my body to stretch around him and suck him into me.
“Now,” I breathe.
He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my dripping entrance, as Elias slowly withdraws hisfingers. I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him closer until his body is caged around me.
He enters me slowly, watching for my reaction. Inch by agonizing inch, stretching me until the burn of it is exactly what I need, the fullness finally satisfying the ache that’s been clawing at me all morning. When he bottoms out, we’re both panting. He holds still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling.
When my pussy starts clenching around him, he pulls back to the tip, then slowly fills me again. A high, keening whine leaves my lips. My body is starving for him. Silas thrusts forward, filling me again. A rhythm that started slow is building fast. He is getting deeper with every stroke as my body stretches to accommodate him.
I am so fixated on the way his body feels around mine, on the way he is looking so deeply into my eyes, that I almost forget about Archer and Elias.
When I glance over, they are both watching us intently. Archer has his long, slender cock in his hand and is stroking himself in time with Silas filling me. Elias, however, still has his jeans on, standing at the edge of my bed with his hands resting behind his back, and a look of almost pain on his face. His cock is straining hard inside his jeans, trying to burst free. But his hands stay clasped behind his back as he watches me, transfixed and motionless.
“I need you both here,” I say.
Archer climbs onto the bed and positions himself by my head, his cock level with my mouth. I turn and take him greedily between my lips, moaning around his length as Silas continues driving into me. Elias crawls to my side and dips his head to capture my nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. His cock must be strangling inside those jeans, but he stillhasn’t taken them off. I don’t have time to linger on the thought because sensation overwhelms my body.
I am surrounded and filled in the best possible way. Silas pounding into me, Archer’s length heavy on my tongue, Elias’s mouth and hands worshiping my breasts. Everything my heat-crazed body has been starving for. I can feel Silas’ knot swelling, pounding against my clit, begging to be let in.
A pressure coils tight in my lower belly. Silas’s thrusts turn urgent, less controlled. His knot catches at my entrance with each stroke.
I moan around Archer’s cock, releasing it only long enough to beg, “Knot me, Silas.”
He doesn’t hesitate this time. With a deliberate, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep, his swollen knot locking us together. The pressure of it throws me over the edge, and I come so hard my scream would have echoed through the forest if my mouth weren’t so full. The vibrations in my throat cause Archer to buck inside my mouth, letting his hot release flow down the back of my throat.
My walls clench around Silas’ knot as his release floods me, hot and pulsing, triggering another wave of pleasure so intense my vision whites out at the edges. Silas rocks gently inside me, drawing out the pleasure of my orgasm.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Elias groans as he watches us locked together.
Silas carefully shifts us onto our sides, his knot still firm inside me. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me close as aftershocks ripple through my body.
“You okay?” Archer asks, brushing the hair from my face.
I nod. Words aren’t working yet. The first edge of my heat has been taken off, but I can already feel it building again. A slow burn that will soon become something uncontrollable.
“She’ll need more,” Archer says. “Once Silas’s knot goes down.”
“We have all day,” Elias replies, his hand trailing down my side. “And all night, too.”
Silas nuzzles against my neck. I reach up to touch his face and smile.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
I lay in bliss for several moments until Silas’ knot shrinks, and he slides out of me. I roll onto my back to see Elias still kneeling next to me, patiently waiting.
“Why are your pants still on?” I demand.
“Because you haven’t asked me to take them off yet, Blueberry.”
“Isn’t it uncomfortable? Being rock hard inside those jeans?” I ask.
“Quite,” he replies, a smile quirking at his lips. Then I remember the incident with the chain around his neck, and how turned on it got him. This must be one of those kinky things he mentioned.