off Harley. His expression is a crazy mixture of pleasure and pain, his whole body taut. I wonder if he's holding himself that way so that he doesn't move. The idea of him fucking into me from beneath is so hot, but maybe he's worried about going too deep. As it is, I can moderate how far I slide down his length. It's definitely not all the way to the bottom.
I keep undulating, throwing my head back as the crazy link between my nipples and clit is ignited. "That's it," Hunter growls. "That's it. You're going to make him come."
And I feel it deep inside me. The swelling of Harley's cock as he gets closer. Hunter's fingers slide down my spine, making me shudder until they rest over my taint. I want to wriggle away, to tell him that it's too naughty, too forbidden to touch me there, but I'm too overwhelmed with sensation. As he strokes and strokes, I jerk, my pussy clamping down on Harley as I come and come and come. And he does, too, pulsating inside me, gripping the headboard so hard it looks like he could splinter the wood.
"Oh!" I shout, back arching until I'm resting against Hunter. His lips find my extended throat, suckling the soft skin there. "You did it, baby," he says softly. "You did so good."
I'm too boneless to move, but Hunter's ready for his turn. As though I weigh nothing, he eases me off Harley's cock and turns me, so I'm straddling his lap. His knees are still bent, so I'm higher this time, and he's upright so as he aligns me with his cock and pushes into my slick pussy, I'm pressed tightly against his body. Rubbing my nose with his, he smiles. There had been a little frisson of fear in my heart that Hunter would be rough with me. He's so controlling, so demanding, that it would have fit his MO, but he's not. His smile is warm, and when he leans in to inhale against my neck, all I feel is an overwhelming sense of bonding with this man. I'm his mate and there for him to possess in the most primal way.
This time, he doesn't need to urge me to move. I grab hold of his shoulders and grind against him, loving how slick I am from Harley's cum, loving that Hunter can feel what his brother has done to me. He kisses me deeply, hands on my back, holding me close. The bed shifts behind us, and Harley is there, his hands stroking my ass and hips, over my thighs and stomach. His mouth finds the most sensitive spot on my neck, and he licks my skin possessively. "See how perfect you are for us," Harley whispers in my ear. "See how well we fit. It's gonna be like this with all our brothers, you'll see. They'll show you what it's like to be owned by eleven men. We'll show you how good it is to be ours."
Eleven men.
Just the thought of the other men on the other side of the door sends my head spinning. Two men, I can handle, but eleven seems totally unfathomable.
"Fuck," Hunter says from beneath me. His hips are moving, thighs clenching as he matches the push and pull of my hips. Harley's finger finds my clit, which is still slick from his release and swollen to the point of pain.
"You're going to come again," he says with so much certainty that, despite how wrecked I feel, I actually believe him. I think these men could tell me anything right now, and I'd believe it.
"That's it!" Hunter shouts, "Don't stop!" And I can't because I'm so close that my movement has become something involuntary. My orgasm is whip-fast, a white-hot burst that steals my breath. Hunter's is deep and long and intense, his cock pulsing as he crushes me against him.
I'm boneless and mindless when he finally finishes and sets about laying me back on the bed to rest. Someone retrieves a towel to clean me between my legs, then they lie on either side of me, finding a blanket to cover us all.
What happens next is nothing like I'm expecting. With Justin, he'd always find a reason for us to get up and then for me to leave. Harley and Hunter settle in next to me for what transpires to be cuddle time. I'm not used to physical affection. I'm not used to relishing the strength of a