across me, cupping me, but they didn't go inside me. He rubbed and pressed while his mouth moved to my neck, making me moan. I knew the rest were in the other room, just behind him, but that only turned me on more. When Pax reached for my breasts, teasing my aching nipple through the fabric, my moan was louder. I arched my back, lifting my breasts to his face, and he sucked at the other through the fabric.
"Oh, god," I groaned, clutching at his head.
Then he shifted his hand, grabbing my panties to pull them down, as if he couldn't wait any longer. I went for the other side to help. I could feel the dampness on them as they slid down my thighs, but I couldn't tell if the ache between my legs was from being used so many times, or this sudden rush of need. I also didn't care.
As I stepped out of that flimsy lace, Pax reached back, hauling his shirt over his head. When he moved to push my shirt up, I realized we were no longer alone. Ian slapped something against Pax's chest, his eyes hit mine, then he leaned around me. For a moment, I didn't understand what was happening, until he pulled away the bowl of eggs.
"Hope you like crispy bacon," he joked, casually moving to the stove.
Pax, however, had the foil packet between his teeth, tearing it open just to remove that little latex circle. "Yeah," he said, his words for Ian. "Got a little distracted." He didn't bother removing his pants, just pushed them down enough to roll the condom on.
"All good," Ian assured him.
Then Pax pushed my shirt over my hips and lifted, setting my ass on the edge of the counter. He was just tall enough that it gave him the perfect angle to slide right in, and I forgot all about Ian cooking so casually just a few steps away. All I could think about was that tender flesh, caught between being too sore to do this and the extra sensation feeling good. Mostly, it just felt so naughty, and I was more than willing to embrace it.
As Pax slowly, carefully, slid inside me, his strokes long and smooth, he kissed my lips. His hand grasped my neck, the other braced on the cabinets behind my head. I was doing the same. One arm was thrust back behind me, keeping me from sliding away from the edge. The other was twined around his shoulders to keep him close.
In time, we writhed. He was leaning over me far enough that I could feel his pubic bone grinding against my clit, stimulating it, making me gasp just a little too loudly. Each and every stroke pressed into me, crushing those nerves against him, and I knew I wouldn't last long. Knowing Ian was right there, and the others had to be seeing all of this? God, I loved it.
I loved the way they made me feel. I loved how considerate they always were. Most of all, I loved that being with them made me feel so sexy, so desirable, so proud of just being who I was. That was its own turn on, and it made it easier to stop thinking about anything else but the next touch, the kiss that came after, and all the hard, thick flesh sliding tantalizingly into my body.
"Pax," I gasped as the pressure increased, feeling that inexplicable warning that meant I was close.
"Just cum, honey," he told me. "Fuck, this angle's good. Just cum. As loud as you want."
"Faster," I begged.
The groan that answered wasn't from him, but Pax obeyed, adding a little nudge against my clit that was pure heaven. Again, then again, then I lost every ounce of composure I'd ever had, bucking onto him, sheathing him deeply inside me as every nerve in my body exploded. The sound I made wasn't a cry, it wasn't a groan. It was some raw, animalistic sound, but there was no holding it in.
"Yes," Pax hissed, pumping me through the pleasure. "Oh, honey, that's so..." Then he sucked in a breath and just paused. I felt him throb, his hips shuddering in time, and when he let out that breath, one word came with it. "Fuck."
While I panted, he pulled me back up, against his chest to steal one last kiss before withdrawing. After that came the sound of something hitting a hot pan. When I looked over his shoulder, I saw Ian pouring