circumstances. I wanted him to be the first one inside me now.
I straddled his legs and gripped his cock, giving it a few slow strokes. His breathing got shallower at my touch, but he kept his hands by his sides.
I leaned down and kissed the jagged scars curving around his side. Crawling up his body, I let my breasts drag over his cock, his belly, his chest. He still didn’t touch me.
Ethan watched my every move, lying patiently next to us, and all I had to do was lift my eyes to see Tyler staring at us too. Josh leaned down on one elbow on Alec’s other side, his eyes appreciatively raking over both my body and Alec’s.
Gripping the base of his cock again, I put all my focus on Alec. He was looking only at me.
As I sank down onto him, inch by excruciating inch, we both moaned. Those intense eyes, still fixed on me, threatened to close, roll into the back of his head. Getting that implant was the best decision I’d ever made. Feeling them inside me, skin on smooth skin—there was no better feeling in the world.
His hips bucked up to meet mine, and I splayed my hands on his stomach for balance. Finally, he lifted his hands off the tiles, but instead of touching me, he reached over his head and gripped the edge of the platform. His abdominal muscles stretched under my fingers, and I gave them a less than gentle scratch. I dragged my hands up his chest, then raked my nails back down as I moved my hips. The tile was slippery under my knees, and I couldn’t get a good grip, but it just meant I ended up riding him deep, his hips rolling to meet mine in a delicious grind.
He grunted and finally gave in to the need to close his eyes, rolling his head back. His neck muscles pulled taut as his hands gripped the edge even tighter.
I gave up trying to lift my hips up and down and reveled in the feeling of him deep inside me. He was holding himself back from touching me, letting me take control.
Tyler’s moan drew my attention. He was stroking himself slowly. I could tell by the tension in his shoulders and the unhinged, hungry look in his eyes that he wanted to finish himself off. But he was holding back, holding out for me, once again showing me how much discipline he had.
Looking at Tyler broke my Alec tunnel vision. Ethan and Josh were still in the same positions on either side of us, Josh’s eyes roaming our bodies, Ethan’s gaze stuck to my bouncing tits.
I wanted to kiss them, touch them, hold them.
I curled my hand around the back of Josh’s neck, and he leaned up to meet me halfway in a searing kiss. With one hand, he kept himself propped up while he dragged the other over the curve of my ass and up my back. My damp hair was sticking to my neck, and he pulled it away with gentle fingers before gently dropping his mouth to my moist skin.
I turned my head to Ethan, and he was halfway up before I even had a chance to reach out to him. He mirrored Josh’s pose, leaning his weight on one hand, and let me pull him to me. I kissed him hard, our teeth bumping, our breath mingling as we panted and licked and sucked.
I pulled away for some air, and he immediately bent down to take my breast into his mouth.
With one hand around each of them and Alec under me—surrendered to my touch, letting me use him however I saw fit—I felt like a fucking goddess.
My second orgasm tore through me like a dam bursting, a rush of sensation making me forget everything but this single moment in time. I cried out but kept my eyes open and locked on Tyler’s lust-filled ones, holding him with my gaze just as surely as I held the others with my body.
Ethan and Josh supported me as I started to relax against them, strong hands at my back. But Alec had other ideas.
Finally, he touched me, tearing me out of their grasp and pulling me down on top of him. One hand gripped my hip possessively; the other grabbed a fistful of my hair as his hips pumped mercilessly. I met his fast, erratic movements as best I could and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing his face,