“You already agreed that you’re ours,” Landon points out.
“We’re just skipping the waiting part,” Zane says, his tone breathy.
“But if you want a big wedding…” Ryker trails off, sounding unsure.
“You guys aren’t…” I gasp as Dom thrusts into me, hard and fast, his hips gaining speed. I try again. “You guys aren’t going to propose?”
“Consider this your proposal.” Beckett tilts my head to the side, so I’m forced to stare into his multicolored eyes. “You’re our wife. We’re your husbands.” Then he kisses me, and I moan into his mouth, pleasure washing over me in a tidal wave of sensation.
Landon’s fingers move toward my dangling breasts, kneading them and flicking my peaked nipples.
Dom continues to thrust into me, hitting that sweet spot each and every time, knowing exactly what I need.
“Oh god.” I pull away from Beckett, my lips swollen. “I’m going to?—”
“Come for us, Ellie,” Ryker growls, though his voice sounds closer, not as far away. “Come around Dom’s cock like a good girl.”
I’m used to taking these types of orders from Landon. But Ryker? I suppose all my men have a dominate streak in them, and I fucking love it. Maybe, in the future, we can try different dynamics, but right now, I want nothing more than to be told exactly what to do.
Dom’s fingers rub at my clit, and I come with a scream, pleasure spiraling through me and briefly darkening my vision.
“Oh god.” As I lie there, limp and pliant, hands move and guide me. I find myself straddling Landon’s hard length, a question brewing in those striking mercury eyes.
In a wordless answer, I lower my hands to his chest and slowly sink onto his length.
This is one of my favorite positions. I don’t necessarily like taking charge in the bedroom, but Ilovebeing in control. And with my men? I always am. I know without a shadow of doubt that they’ll stop if I ask them to, no questions asked.
And to be able to set the pace? Fuck, yes.
I wasn’t sure if I could go again, but lust blossoms, excitement brimming deep in my veins.
Landon’s hands settle on my hips, and he bites down on his lower lip, his eyes molten as they travel over me.
I feel so full with him inside me, his cock stretching me in all the right places.
“Fuck, yes.” I allow my lashes to flutter shut as I begin to ride him—slowly, at first, as I get used to the stretching sensation of his cock inside of me. Then faster as I gain my confidence.
“I love you so fucking much,” Landon murmurs, and I snap my eyes open to focus on him.
“I love you too.” I kiss him—a sloppy, heated kiss—then straighten to ride him at a deeper angle, arching my back.
Landon’s eyes are intent on my bouncing breasts, and he lifts his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. He grazes the pink nub with his teeth, and I moan.
“How would you feel about my cock in your perfect ass?” Beckett’s breathy whisper sounds from beside my ear. One of his fingers slides between my ass cheeks.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I turn over my shoulder, allowing him to see the desperate need in my eyes, and his grin softens. Without turning away from me, he holds out a hand, and Dominic hands him the lube. He pours a generous amount onto his hand and begins to rub it into my asshole. Only then does he pull his gaze away from mine, intent on the task at hand with laser-like focus only Beckett has perfected.
Landon gives my nipple a sharp, punishing twist, and I gasp, turning back to him.
He offers me a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Felt a little possessive there for a second.”
Beckett snorts from behind me. “Hold still for a second.”
Landon stops thrusting, allowing Beckett the opportunity to line up the tip of his cock with my now-lubricated ass. He waits for a second, as if giving me the opportunity to change my mind, before pushing inside.
Like every other time we’ve done this, I tense up, tears prickling my eyes.
It’s too much.