Chapter 79

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M y heart flip flops as Henry pushes his hands along the insides of my thighs, rough callouses tugging at my skin, firelight drenching us in an ethereal orange glow. The first brush of his lips over my pussy has me arching into him, greedy for his touch. I shove my hands into his hair, inky locks falling over my fingers as I pull him closer. I moan my approval as he flattens his tongue against my clit, expertly working me into a frenzy. Just when I'm about to come, he pulls away and stands up.

"One of you take my place. I have to grab something from the bedroom," he says, licking his lips.

I watch him as he walks away, the large, muscled expanse of his back shifting as he moves, his sweatpants riding low on his hips.

"Eyes on me." Dylan touches my chin, turning my head toward him as he moves between my knees. He pulls me upright, biting his lip as he slowly slides the robe off my shoulders. His hands trail after the fabric, a light brush of his fingertips over my skin. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his caress, chasing his hands as he molds me to his touch. He catches me before I can melt against his body, gripping my jaw and crushing his mouth to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pouring every ounce of need into the kiss. He groans against my lips, smoothing his hands down my back and under my ass, squeezing. I whimper as the plug shifts, fireworks detonating inside me, sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. His fingers brush between my cheeks and he freezes, a broken groan coming from deep in his throat.

"What's this?" he rasps, exploring more, making me squeal. "Fuck, Isla." He closes the small amount of distance between us, jerks down the front of his sweatpants and impales me on his cock.

Holy mother of God.

"You feel so fucking good." He presses on the plug as he fucks me, his other hand gripping the back of my neck, holding me steady while he nips at my bottom lip. I glance over at Theo, my entire body shuddering at the stark need in his eyes. I drag my gaze to the bulge in his pants, wondering why he hasn't taken it out yet, but I don't have the chance to ask because Henry comes back with a small duffel bag. He clears off the coffee table and up-ends the bag, all sorts of sex toys falling out and bouncing across the surface.

Dylan feels my body's visceral reaction and turns to look, his mouth falling open.

"Did you raid a sex store?" he asks, eyes wide.

"There was a sale online. I bought everything that had a good review," Henry says, shrugging. "I couldn't sleep the other night so I took them all out of their boxes and charged what needed to be charged, so everything is ready to go."

Jesus Christ. I look at everything on the table and admittedly don't even know what half of it is.

Theo leans over and grabs a smooth pink dildo, a bottle of lube, and the wand from the pile. He doesn't even have to say a word for Dylan to back up and give him space.

"Get on your hands and knees, ass facing me," he demands.

I hold his gaze for a second, the independent woman in me wanting to do the exact opposite, but the good girl overrides her and I assume the position. I hear a breath shudder out of him when he sees the end of the plug nestled between my ass cheeks. I hide my smile against my arm, smug satisfaction quickly giving way to blinding pleasure as he tugs on it.

"Were you saving me a spot, Sunflower?" he asks, his voice husky.

"Ask Hen-" I'm cut off by the moan that rips its way from my chest as he pulls out the plug. He squirts lube into his hand, first spreading it along my ass crack and then grips his cock, pulling me to my feet as he slides the lube up and down his shaft. He sits down, his jaw clenching with barely restrained desire.

"Sit."

I look at him, trying to figure out what he wants me to do.

He taps his thighs. "I want what's mine, Isla. Sit."

My insides liquefy, lust pooling like a red-hot inferno inside my gut, need dripping down the inside of my thighs. I walk between his knees, looking at him before I turn and slowly and lower myself, his hands helping to guide me down. A tsunami of pleasure rolls through me as the head of his cock presses against my ass. He groans, pushing past that tight muscle, his hands flexing on my hips as he fully seats me on his cock. It feels so good it's making it hard to breathe. To think. Pleasure pounds through my system like a base drum, urging me to move, to rub, to do something .

"Lean back."

I relax into him, my back to his chest, his cock pressing deeper as he hooks my thighs on the outside of his knees, spreading me wide, all of my weight now settled directly in his lap. I see movement out of the corner of my eye and look up to see Dylan and Henry standing several feet away, waiting and watching, cocks hard and ready.

Theo picks up the dildo, sliding it along my slit before focusing on my clit. I tremble as he drags it down to my opening, teasing me, sliding it in hard and fast. My back bows, my tits bouncing as I struggle to breathe past the pleasure obliterating my senses.

Dylan must not be able to hold himself back anymore, because he steps forward, dropping between our legs, taking the dildo from Theo.

"Use this," Henry says, picking up something from the table and holding it out to Dylan .

"Henry, that's too big," I gasp, looking up at him and then back at the dildo. It's molded to look like a giant monster cock, with wide knobby bumps on the underside leading to a thick knot at the base.

"I promise it's not," he says, wrapping his hand around the middle of the shaft, his fingers barely touching. He steps forward, reaching around Dylan to drag the tip up and down my slit. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I sob, reaching between my legs to press the dildo to my center, grinding my clit over the ridges, so fucking desperate to come I could cry.

"Does that feel good?" Theo rasps, tucking his chin over my shoulder, watching as I pleasure myself. "I bet I'll be able to feel those ridges when Dylan fucks you with it."

Dylan notches the tip at my entrance, circling there, teasing me.

"Please, Dylan," I beg.

He pulls the dildo away, bending down so his face is between my thighs, breathing deep before licking a trail up my pussy, pulling my clit into his mouth, lapping at me with slow, measured strokes. I buck against his mouth, ecstasy spearing through me as Theo slides his hand around my torso and up to cover my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"Are you ready?" Dylan asks, looking up at me, eyelids hooded over those big brown eyes.

"Yes," I moan, trying to sink down on the dildo as he notches it at my entrance. He palms my thigh, holding me still as he slowly slides it inside me.

Theo shifts beneath me, groaning, his hands spasming on my hips. "Fuck that feels good," he pants.

I whimper, my body buzzing.

"Almost there," Dylan murmurs, his gaze glued between my legs, the knot on the toy snug against the outside of my pussy.

"I don't think–"

Henry drops onto the couch next to me, wand in hand, fitting it against my clit as he sucks one of my nipples roughly into his mouth.

Oh fuck.

A fresh wave of desire gushes between my legs, and Dylan pulls the dildo out, sawing it back and forth, coating it in my juices before pushing it deep, not stopping until the knot pops inside me, stretching me, pain morphing into an exquisite feeling of fullness. I don't have time to warn them before I explode, my entire body shaking as I come harder than I have in my entire life.