Faking the Play (Hot Mess Harems #2)

25. Amelia

Chapter twenty-five

Amelia

I f one man undressing me was hot, having multiple men do it was scorching. My dress, panties, and bra fell to the floor without me needing to do a single thing…and with hands and mouths on me the entire time. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined something like this before, but reality was no comparison. I hadn’t been able to guess what it really felt like to have that many hands, fingers, and mouths on me all at once. I couldn’t keep track of who was doing what.

“You’re thinking too much,” Logan murmured in my ear before he nipped at my earlobe. “Close your eyes and just feel.”

I hadn’t wanted to close my eyes because I didn’t want to miss a single moment of this, but the moment I did as he said, I understood that not seeing didn’t mean I would miss anything.

A hand covered my breast, squeezed. Finger and thumb plucked at my nipple until a dull ache formed, matching the pulse between my legs. Firm lips pressed against mine, a hand cupping the back of my head to hold me in place as a tongue demanded entry. Fingers skimmed down my side, over my ribs to the curve of my hip before dancing across my belly. A hot mouth took my nipple into it, tongue and teeth worrying at the flesh with sharp bites and soft licks.

Then, suddenly, I was moving. My eyes flew open just as Ryan set me down on his bed. I stared up at him, my befuddled brain wondering when he’d gotten undressed. Then Logan and Ethan came to stand on either side of Ryan and I saw that they were naked now too. There had been no absence of warmth, no waiting moments when someone could second-guess themselves. I’d been cared for the entire time, and even though we were only just getting started, the last of any hesitation melted away.

I trusted them.

I shifted on the bed, rolling onto my side to look at them before they joined me. Except they just stood there, a trio of Greek gods that, for some inexplicable reason, wanted me. I could argue with their words. Hell, I could argue with their actions. What I couldn’t argue with were the hungry looks in their eyes and three very full erections that clearly wanted attention.

“Condoms?”

It took me a minute to realize Logan was talking to me and not Ryan. With a willpower I hadn’t known I possessed, I tore my eyes away from the visual feast in front of me.

Considering I hadn’t used them with Ryan or Logan before, I didn’t need to think too hard about that answer. “I don’t need them if you guys don’t.”

The men exchanged glances and then Ethan said, “So how do you guys want to do this?”

“I haven’t gotten to taste her yet,” Ryan said.

And that seemed to be all they needed to say before they got moving. Ryan knelt next to the bed and grabbed my ankles, pulling me toward the edge. I made a surprised noise, prompting laughter from all three men—but it was nice laughter, the kind that rolled over my skin like a warm wave, sensual and erotic in a way I’d never known laughter could be.

My own laughter shifted into a moan as Ryan’s hands ran up my legs, calloused fingers rough, but his touch gentle. He pulled my legs apart, bringing them up to hang over his shoulders.

“I always knew you’d have a gorgeous pussy,” he remarked, his tone reverent.

I flushed, fighting back the instinct to close my legs, cover that most private part of me. But this was Ryan. One of the three men I trusted the most.

“Don’t just sit there.” Ethan climbed up onto the bed next to me. “If you don’t get to work, I’m gonna take over.”

Ryan casually flipped off his friend and then lowered his head. I sucked in a breath as he went straight for my clit, his thumbs holding me open so all the pressure and friction from his tongue focused in on that one little spot. Before I could lose myself in the pleasure, Ethan put his hand on my cheek, turning my face toward him. He knelt next to my head, his hand stroking up and down his cock. The moment he touched his thumb to my bottom lip, I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too.

The moment I parted my lips, Ethan’s eyes darkened, a wide smile curving his mouth. I reached up as the tip of his cock pushed between my lips, wrapping my fingers around the solid flesh. I mimicked the movements Ryan’s tongue made between my legs by running my tongue over and around Ethan’s shaft, exploring every inch of soft skin as it slid deeper into my mouth.

“Taste so fucking good,” Ryan mumbled, the vibrations from his words sending tingles of pleasure through me.

I felt the bed dipping on the other side, but didn’t turn to see what Logan was doing. My brain and body were too busy with the cock in my mouth and the head between my legs. It felt a little like trying to rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time.

Then I felt something hot and wet move across one of my nipples, and my body jerked. As Logan took that nipple between his lips, laving his tongue over the tightening flesh, Ryan began to suck on my clit, starting with gentle pulls of his mouth that had my pulse quickening as a wave of pleasure rolled through me. Continuing to copy Ryan was automatic, and Ethan let out a groan as I sucked on his cock. His hand went to my hair, his hips rocking back and forth even as that wave inside me crested.

As my orgasm exploded through me, I cried out and Ethan pulled back, his dick falling from between my lips with an obscene popping sound. He cursed, but the sound was muffled by the rushing of blood in my ears. I could only feel. Feel the sharp bite of pain as Logan’s teeth sank into my nipple, hard enough to bruise, but not enough to break the skin. Feel the pressure from Ryan’s fingers digging into my thighs as he held me down, his tongue moving over my sensitive skin to draw out my climax longer than I imagined it could be.

At some point, my brain went fuzzy and I lost track of everything. The next thing I knew, I was in the center of the bed with Ethan between my spread legs and the other two guys on either side of me, all three of them holding their cocks and staring down at me.

“You with us again?” Ethan asked, reaching down with his free hand to trace circles on my thigh.

“Uh-huh,” I said as I nodded. “Why are you guys staring at me?”

Ethan grinned. “We’re gonna rock your world, baby. Don’t want you to miss a second of that.”

Something squeezed my heart. A part of me had worried that sleeping with the guys would change how they were around me, and not in a good way. I’d feared we would lose the humor we shared, that I’d be self-conscious, policing everything I did and said so I didn’t look silly or awkward. But Ethan was teasing the same way he always had.

Well, not exactly the same since he’d always done it with clothes on before, but the point was that he hadn’t become this serious person.

“I’m all for having my world rocked,” I said. “But you guys are going to have to help me a bit because I don’t know how do this with this many people.”

“Do what feels good,” Logan said. “And we’ll do the same.”

“And if anything doesn’t feel good, or you don’t want to do it, just tell us,” Ethan added.

“We’ll do the same,” Ryan promised. “But unless you’re into seriously weird shit, I’m pretty sure we’ll like anything that gets your hands or mouth on us.”

It should’ve felt awkward, talking like this when we were naked and the guys were hard and my muscles were still quivering from coming so hard—

“You’re doing it again,” Logan said.

“Stop thinking so much,” Ethan said.

I looked up at Ethan. “Then you should give me something else to think about, shouldn’t you?”

He raised an eyebrow and leaned down to brush his lips across mine. “You go right ahead and scream my name when I make you come, all right?”

With all the grace he expressed on the field, he managed to flip me onto my stomach and get back between my legs before I could do anything but turn my head so I didn’t go face-first into the mattress. I opened my mouth to say something about him manhandling me, but all the words in my head turned to a loud cry when he drove into me without any warning.

Spots danced in front of my eyes and my lungs burned as I tried to catch my breath, but Ethan never gave me the chance. Grabbing onto my hips, he pulled back until just the tip stayed inside me, then slammed into me again. No pause to let me adjust to the way he stretched me. Just pleasure edged with pain each time he filled me completely.

I’d never thought of myself as someone who enjoyed anything remotely hinting at discomfort when it came to sex, but I couldn’t deny the intensity that came with not quite being able to breathe correctly, the bruising force of his hips colliding with my ass as he rode me.

And then there were Logan and Ryan. Even with my eyes closed, I knew they were there. I ignored the twist of guilt that came with the realization that I enjoyed knowing they were watching, that this turned them on. I reminded myself that this wasn’t something I’d asked of them, or something they were reluctant to do. It was their idea, and they had made it clear that they liked the thought of sharing me like this. If they changed their minds, they would say something. I needed to trust that.

As if they sensed that I needed reassurance of their enthusiasm for what we were doing, two hands brushed against me. It took barely a touch for me to understand that it wasn’t one of them with both hands on me, but rather each of them using one. The slick sound of skin on skin finally registered and I realized that as their hands moved over my shoulders and slid down my spine, their other hands were busy with their dicks.

One hand moved under me to tweak the nipple that Logan had bitten a short while ago and suddenly I was coming, my climax hitting me without warning. Ethan cursed as my muscles clamped down on him, and I felt a sting on my ass as his palm made contact. That just made me come harder, a wordless keen escaping my lips as he struggled to push into me, to take those last few strokes he needed to tip himself over the edge.

He spilled into me with a cry, his body dropping onto my back as he kept himself buried deep. My own arms gave out, but I didn’t fall. Other hands moved over me, soothing me until the trembling stopped and Ethan pulled out of me with a groan. He rolled off to the side, and with his weight off of me, I managed to take a deep breath.

A hand cupped my chin and raised my head while another hand pushed the hair back from my face.

“You ready to take me?” Logan asked, his thumb resting on the corner of my mouth.

I nodded, not yet recovered enough to speak, but enough to know what I wanted. My pussy throbbed, aching to be filled again, and I knew that I wouldn’t be satisfied until all three of these men— my men—had found release with me. I enjoyed individual sex, and I’d want that again, I was sure, but all of us together like this was what made this sharing idea real to me.

As Logan moved around behind me, Ryan helped me get up on my hands and knees.

“I wanna see those pretty tits of yours jiggle when Logan fucks you,” he said, his gray eyes darkened from ice to smoke. “Then we’re gonna put on a show for them.”

I didn’t know what to say to that—this talkative-during-sex Ryan took some getting used to—but I didn’t worry about that for more than a couple seconds because I felt the blunt head of Logan’s cock nudging at my entrance. He eased inside with a little more patience than Ethan had demonstrated, but he didn’t pause, just did a long, slow slide until he hit a place deep inside me that Ethan hadn’t quite gotten to. I inhaled sharply, but didn’t ask him to stop. I didn’t want any of them to stop, not when they were making good on their promise to rock my world.

Logan fucking me this way felt as much like a dance as the last time we were together, only we found our rhythm faster this time. I moved back against him, reveling in the way he kept running his hand up and down my spine even as his cock moved in and out of me, like he needed to have some other part of his body touching mine. Despite Ryan in front of me, watching me with that intent gaze of his, I lost myself in Logan, letting our dance go faster and harder until I found myself back at the peak and ready to jump over the edge.

His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled my head back—the sting in my scalp mixed with the pressure building from each consistent stroke, and I flew. I cried out his name and his hips stuttered against me before he thrust into me twice and held himself there. His cock pulsed inside me, emptying into me the same way Ethan had, the same way Ryan would, and sent a new shiver of pleasure through me. The moment Logan’s grip on my hair loosened, I dropped down to the mattress, my muscles twitching as my nerves tried to get back some semblance of normalcy.

Ryan didn’t give them the chance.

Only moments after Logan withdrew, staggering back to drop down next to Ethan, Ryan was behind me. I waited, limbs weak, for him to position me how he wanted me. There was something to be said for manhandling when you’d been fucked so hard that your body didn’t want to work right.

Ryan wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulders, pulling me up onto my knees, my back against his front, his cock pressed against my skin. He turned us to face Logan and Ethan, then pressed a kiss to the side of my throat.

“This is going to be quick, Lia. Watching you with them while I can still taste you on my tongue—” He squeezed one of my breasts. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Keeping one arm around me to hold me upright, he used the other to get himself into position before burying that thick cock of his as deep as he could go. I whimpered, too far gone to make any louder sound. He set a brutal pace, driving up into me even as he slid his free hand around to slip his finger between my lips and rub my swollen clit. Rough circles around and over. His massive hand tightening on my breast until I knew I’d have fingerprints in the tender flesh there. And that impossibly wide shaft stretching me almost to the point of pain.

This wasn’t the easy riding I’d done when we went hiking. The gentle rolling motions that had given me a wonderful and intense climax.

No, this was definitely fucking. Hard and fast until I couldn’t breathe and spots danced in front of my eyes. Until my vision started to go gray and my pussy reached the point where that line between pain and pleasure started to tip.

And then Ryan’s voice was in my ear.

“Come on my cock, Lia. Show Ethan and Logan how much you like being taken like this. Come harder than you’ve ever come before. Scream for us like a good girl.”

Just when I thought I wasn’t going to be able to do what he wanted, that I’d fall the wrong way and it would just be pain and I’d ruin everything, he shocked me by lightly pinching my clit.

I did what he ordered. I screamed and I came harder than I’d ever come before. And just before the darkness took me, I felt Ryan jerk inside me, groaning my name. I let everything go dark, knowing that I was safe with them, and that when I woke up, they’d be there.