moan, I don't care. I just want to make you cum for us."
Us. Six hands on my body. Two mouths. One hard chest behind me, and those greedy eyes watching it all. I gasped, my back arched, but I couldn't close my eyes. I wanted to see them. Every bulging muscle and all those beautiful amber eyes. Each man focused right on me. But when Ian's hand moved around his own dick, I knew I was done for. There was something about a man stroking himself that was too erotic. Paired with everything else, I couldn't have held back if I wanted.
My hips thrust forward, my head dropped back onto Seth's shoulder, and my eyes closed as my mouth fell open. I didn't scream. I didn't gasp. I just came so hard there wasn't room for anything else, not until the waves passed and I had to breathe again. The only reason I was still standing was because Seth was holding me tightly, his arms wrapped around my naked body.
"That's my girl," he whispered, the praise clear in his tone.
But I wasn't done. I just needed a second to catch my breath, and Ian had something in his hand to keep me occupied. Taking a step forward, I reached for him. One hand went for that rock-hard shaft, the other for his neck, my mouth aiming for his. I kissed him, feeling his fingers burrow into my hair like a handle. Oh yeah, I wanted this, so I traced the length of his cock, teasing him.
"Jesus, woman," he growled softly. "I think you're trying to kill me."
"Please you," I corrected, kissing his neck next. "And me."
Something plopped on the concrete beside the hot tub. A second later, I heard the splash announcing someone had just jumped back in. Glancing over, I saw a handful of condoms tossed on the ground, just within reach. So that was where Lane had gone.
"Better safe than sorry," Ian explained.
And I hadn't even thought about it. I knew I had an IUD, but they had a point. I hadn't been tested. I didn't know if they had, and no one had mentioned birth control, so they wouldn't know. Strangely, the fact that they'd even thought about it was nice, like proof they honestly cared.
"Thank you," I whispered as I kissed Ian's shoulder.
My mouth landed on his chest next, pausing to flick my tongue over his nipple. The next kiss was on his sternum, my lips found his belly after that, encouraging him to lean back a bit. When he did, I bent just a little lower and ran my tongue all the way from his balls to the very tip of his dick.
Ian groaned. This wasn't a whimper, and it wasn't a moan. It was the kind of sound a man made when he couldn't imagine anything better. Little did he know I actually enjoyed this. There was no greater feeling than watching a big, strong man unravel at the feel of my mouth - and we had a deal. I wouldn't look. I wouldn't ask. In exchange, he'd let me suck him until he lost that control he was so proud to wield.
His fist was still in my hair, so he used it to guide me down his length, pausing when he reached the back of my throat. Then I slid off, pressing with my tongue just for him to drive me back down. Between my hand and my mouth, I found a rhythm, working him enough to feel his hips twitch. That was when the hand trailed down my back, and it didn't belong to Ian.
The voice did. "Elena, stand on the step," he said, lifting my face off his dick.
The steps that led out of the hot tub. The ones he was sitting over. The lowest of which would lift my ass out of the water, and bent over like this, it would expose a whole lot more. I couldn't see the guys, but I knew they were spaced around the rest of the hot tub, and someone was behind me. His hand encouraged me to move just a little higher before I swallowed Ian again.
Then I felt the latex-covered head of a cock probe gently, slipping between my overly-stimulated folds to pause at the entrance. Just as I slid up, almost releasing Ian from my lips, the man behind me pressed in.
He felt huge. It had been so long that anything would've been impressive, and I had so little to judge