the familiar tingling in my extremities as my heart beats harder.
“Fuck,” Elias grunts, his hips rolling faster beneath mine. He can’t get as deep from this angle as he could from another position, but the steady pressure of his fingers on my clit makes up for that. “I’m close, Blue. Jesus, you feel so good. Can you come again? Come with me. Let them see you come.”
Gray and Declan are both stroking themselves hard and fast now. I can tell they’re hovering right on the edge, so close to letting go—but they’re waiting for me. They want to see me, just like Elias wants to feel me.
So I let them.
When the orgasm reaches up and drags me under, I let them see everything. My head presses against Elias’s shoulder, my ass grinding against him as I come hard on his cock, clenching my walls and swirling my hips like I’m trying to wring out his dick.
“Shit. Oh, fuck. Fuck!”
With a hoarse grunt, Elias wraps one arm around my stomach, pinning me to him as he throbs and pulses inside of me. Declan explodes a second later, ropes of cum spilling over his hand. Gray lets out a low growl, and when my gaze shoots to him, he curses, his hips jerking up toward his fist. Cum spatters his white shirt, and his body sags back against the chair just like mine is sagging against Elias.
The night air goes quiet again as we all catch our breath. Elias is still buried inside me, and I have a sudden vivid image of what the other two men must see when they look at us. My pussy clenches with an aftershock of pleasure, and Elias groans, breaking the silence.
Declan chuckles, taking his shirt off and using it to wipe his hand clean. I’m sure that shirt wasn’t cheap, but he doesn’t seem to think twice about repurposing it as a rag.
“You know, I really didn’t know what to expect when I realized that this”—he gestures around the rough grouping of chairs, indicating all of us—“was going to be a thing. But fuck. I think I like it.”
20
I’m just sitting down with a steaming hot cup of coffee in my hand when Max barges into my dorm, not even bothering to knock. I mutter a curse as the liquid splashes across my hands and lap, stinging.
“Wait until you hear this.” Her gaze scans me quickly. “Did you just now wake up?”
It’s almost noon, but it’s a Saturday, so I feel justified in having slept in. Besides, I needed it. I was worn out—not just from the art show, but from everything that followed the art show.
“Yeah, late night,” I say, blowing on my coffee and trying to push away the mental images that are filtering through my mind.
The weight of arousal still lingers, and the rest of me is still floating on the rush the art show gave me. I slept like a rock last night, but that sleep was filled with dreams and memories of last night, both at the gallery and later on the rooftop with the guys, as if my brain was trying to sort through it all again so I could tuck it away and save it for later.
“Congrats, by the way.” Max grins. “I didn’t get to say goodbye and congrats, but for good reason—I’m sure the guys have already told you, but I got Aaron alone last night.”
I raise an eyebrow as she plops down on the couch. Her hazel eyes glitter as she turns to face me, propping one bent leg up on the cushion.
“Remember how I told you I’d do a little digging? I’ve been getting some vibes from him, but last night was the first time he put out definite signals, so I decided not to waste my chance.”
“Okay.” I raise my eyebrows, setting my coffee down so I can give her my full attention. I was never a huge fan of this idea, mostly because I didn’t like the idea of Max putting herself in any potential danger. I’ve never gotten a rapey vibe from Aaron, but having seen who he hangs out with, I’m not really willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Anyway, we got to talking and it was going well. So I asked him if he wanted to come back to my dorm for drinks,” she continues. “He said yes right away.”
“Of course.” I give her a look. “No surprise there.”
She blushes just slightly, and not for the first