something like this with all my mates, back in the cabin we spent time in as a group. I remember staring at all four of them gathered at the foot of the bed, overwhelmed and excited and so very fucking turned on by the sight of so much pure, gorgeous maleness.
I feel the same way now, although the nerves that shot through me back then are nowhere to be found in the woman I’ve become. I know what sex with these men is like now. I know how good it can be, and I know that they will always take care of me. There’s nothing to be nervous about.
Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I kick off my shoes and let them fall to one side of the bed. Then I rise up onto my knees, gazing back at the men as they track the movement with hooded eyes. They’re all hard already, their cocks straining against the confines of their pants just from the sight of me on the bed—and the thought of what will come next.
I can’t help the way my eyes drift downward, and as a burst of heat floods my veins, I decide to do more than just look.
Walking forward on my knees, I reach out for the waistband of Trystan’s pants. He’s in the middle of the three men, surrounded by Dare on his right and Archer on his left. He sucks in a breath as my fingers nimbly pop the fly on his pants and drag the zipper down, and when I shove his boxers down to allow his cock to spring free, he groans softly.
God, I like the sound of that groan.
I’m not the most sexually experienced person—I was a virgin before I found my mates—but none of them ever make me feel awkward about that. They react to every one of my touches, no matter how tentative or uncertain, as if it might drive them wild with desire. And their reactions give me the confidence to try things that are new to me, to touch them the way I want without worrying about whether it’s right or not.
So I do exactly that.
I touch Trystan the way I want to, wrapping my fingers around his hard length and squeezing lightly.
He lets out another noise that makes me grin, and this time, Archer and Dare make sounds too. Shifting my weight a little, I sit back on my heels and lean forward to drag my tongue across the rounded tip of Trystan’s shaft, over the little slit that runs up the center and then around the entire thing. He sucks in a breath through his nose when I wrap my lips around him, continuing to swirl my tongue over the soft skin of his cock.
I tease him for a little while, exploring him with my mouth, learning the taste and feel of him. There’s a large vein that runs along the top of his shaft, and I lick that too before I swipe my tongue over his crown again. This time, the taste is slightly salty, and I shiver as his cock pulses in my hand.
He’s breathing harder when I pull away, and I look up through my lashes to see him gazing down at me with a ravenous expression in his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he murmurs.
I flush a little with pride. Whether it’s due to my actual skill or just because of the desire that flares between us like a wildfire, I can see how much having my mouth on his cock affected him.
Emboldened, I glance at my other two mates. Their gazes are locked on me again, and Archer is palming his hard cock through his pants, dragging his hand up and down as if he couldn’t wait for a little relief.
But I want to be the one to give it to him. I already tasted Trystan. Now I want to taste Archer and Dare too.
Moving toward my blond-haired mate, I take his hand and pull it away from his body. He doesn’t resist at all, and when I undo his pants and free his heavy cock from the constraints of his clothes, he tips his head back, his eyelids drooping.
I take my time exploring him, just like I did with Trystan. I’ve been fucked by all of my mates, multiple times, so I know they’re each built a little differently. But this is the first time I’ve touched them all so intimately, hungrily and unabashedly discovering everything about