11. Ella

11

ELLA

A fter the shock of Marcus kissing me sinks in, I yank him down to me for another kiss. Heat spreads through me, making me bold. My body molds against all of his wondrous muscle, and I coax his mouth open with the soft slide of my tongue.

Need flashes down my center as his strong arm cinches around my waist to press us harder together, and my moan seems to make him hungry. This is not a version of Marcus I am used to seeing. He's always so in control and proper with me. I like the change, and it has me arching my hips against his. God, I can feel the hard length of him against my belly.

And I want him.

Breaking the kiss, I let loose a husky laugh. "Well, don't just stand here in the entryway. Take me somewhere a little more comfortable."

Marcus growls low, hand pulling my messy hair free of its ponytail to sink his hands into it. Another crushing kiss steals my breath before he teeters us back a few steps. When he bends to sling me over his shoulder, I catch the other three men standing frozen in place.

I've never been with four men before, but the thought of these four men sharing me sends an exciting zing down to my toes. "Are you three coming, or what?"

Surprisingly, Will is the first to step forward, his quiet demeanor belying the need in his gaze as he follows Marcus up the stairs. Ethan and Theo trail closely behind.

Marcus turns us into his suite, somewhere I haven't explored out of respect for him. I anticipate behind tossed on the giant bed, but he slowly settles me on my feet and looks down into my face. His big hand cradles my face, thumb rubbing along my jaw.

"You okay with this?"

My God, how can a man be this sweet and still be single? I nod, my hand curling into the front of his shirt as I tug him closer. "Take this off."

His smile needles my heart, and he does as I say, pulling the T-shirt over his head to reveal so much tanned muscle. I swear that I'm drooling as I slide my hand down the front of him, nails catching on the triangle of hair along his chest and the way it disappears and picks back up at his navel. I yank at the button on his pants.

"Off," I repeat, but Marcus's hands encapsulate my waist, drawing my tunic up under my arms until I relent and let him strip it from me.

My ample breasts are barely held in by the red satin bra I wear, inches of flesh spilling over the tops of the cups and barely supported by underwire. The heat of his hands spreads over my skin, and even as I grow overheated, Marcus's touch causes goosebumps in its wake.

Sparkling need infuses his eyes, and he bends to drop kisses along my neck and shoulder, fingers toying with the thick strap of my bra. Slowly, he draws it off my shoulder.

A new set of fingers finds the clasp at the back, unlatching it and loosening the tight hold on my bosom. My head tips back to see Will and the deep desire in his dark eyes.

Marcus kneels before me, cupping my breasts in his rough hands before his mouth seals over one nipple, pulling it taut and driving pleasure down to my core. I moan.

Will tangles his hand in my hair as he slants a kiss across my mouth. I reach up to brush a hand across his jaw, rough with stubble. His kiss sears me, and I open to him, moaning my pleasure as his tongue slides across mine.

The solid wall of his muscles lines up against my back, and I can feel his hard-on pressing into my ass. My hips tilt backward, and he pushes into me, showing me his need.

Marcus rolls my nipple across the roof of his mouth, sucking hard before it pops free of his mouth. He switches to my other nipple to give it the same treatment. His thumb draws circles over the one he just released, plucking gently at it until my thighs are slick with my arousal.

Will's hand squeezes my ass as he rubs himself against me. I'm so overcome with sensation, overwhelmed by two sets of hands and mouths that I can barely imagine what it will be like to have Ethan and Theo's attention, too.

Kisses travel down my jaw, behind my ear. Another trail blazes down my stomach.

A soft, "Fuck, Ella," rumbles against my skin as Marcus's hands creep up my thighs under my skirt. The fabric rustles and loosens and comes free, falling to the floor around my feet. Hot breath fans my damp panties, making my thighs shake with need.

But he pauses, his touch running under the edge of my panties as he peers up at me. His pupils are blown wide. After a second of hesitation, he draws a finger down the center of my sex, barred by the thin fabric left covering me. Pleasure zaps me, and I moan low.

The more he teases me, the more I shake and whimper.

Will's attention shifts to my full breasts, cupping them both and squeezing down to their tips as Marcus rubs my cleft.

Desire makes me weak in the knees, and I feel Will's grin against my cheek. "Beautiful," he whispers seductively, massaging me and flicking his fingertips over my pebbled nipples. They're so sensitive that I swear the small touches from both men might make me come before we get to the main event.

A new shudder takes me at the reminder that I will have all four of them pleasing me tonight. More than that, I will get to satisfy them all myself. I bite my lip and blink back to the room. Ethan has closed in on us, drawing his hand up my outer thigh with a sultry grin. His eyebrow twitches up as I catch his gaze with my own.

Are you ready for this?

I am so ready for it.

Marcus pulls my panties down my hips and thighs, and the men steady me as I step out of them. Then the Cap waves his hand at Theo, and after a pause, he's on my left. I'm surrounded by big, sexy, muscled men. Sweet men. Men who will take care of me and stop if I've had too much. I trust them all implicitly. It's the only way I'll be able to do this.

Will leans me back against his chest, an arm around my shoulders to keep me in place. Ethan and Theo graze my thighs, lifting my knees—and therefore, all of my weight—in their arms. My legs spread as they suspend me before their captain, and Marcus lets loose a groan that sounds like I'm killing him by merely existing.

Thumb pressing at my swollen and slick entrance, he slides and tests my readiness for him. It feels so good, but I want more. I need more. I try to hold on, to wait patiently, but let's be honest, I've never been patient like this, preferring to take what I need without my partners asking.

My natural instinct to rub myself against him, to seek more of his touch, is thwarted by the hold my firefighters have on me.

The plea ready on my tongue transforms into a cry as Marcus seals his mouth over my clit, thumb sliding inside me in the same moment. I'm suspended in bliss for a few seconds before hands are all over me, grabbing my breasts, rubbing the crease of my thighs, the lobes of my ass, the soft swell of my belly. They're everywhere.

Marcus moans into me, drawing his tongue through my folds as he slowly fucks me with his thumb. And I'm panting, skin tightening, priming myself for an orgasm I didn't think possible this quickly. But the pleasure is climbing, and fast, and I'm wriggling in their grip before my every muscle goes rigid with my climax. A sharp cry escapes me as I shatter, pulsing and twitching as I crash relentlessly.

My sobs echo in the room as Marcus feasts on me more fully—tongue, teeth, and the sharp scruff of his chin. And that thumb he was fucking me with circles my back entrance, pressing in gently. The sweet mix of pleasure and pain has me whimpering. For him to stop or give me more, I'm not sure. I just know that he's driving me insane, building me back to the burning place where I need something to change before I lose my mind.

I'm on the edge of a new orgasm when Marcus pulls completely away, standing between my spread thighs. "What a fucking masterpiece." The rough yank of his belt makes my core clench in anticipation, and he opens his fly with deft precision, releasing his hard cock in the space between my open knees.

Ethan reaches down to tap over my cleft, and I strangle a new cry from the sudden shot of pleasure. After a few circles, he retreats, sticking his fingers in his mouth with a groan. "Couldn't help myself. I needed a taste."

Will and Theo both groan as they watch.

Marcus smiles, taking himself in his big hand and lining up at my entrance. The head of his cock swipes through my soaked pussy. When he presses into me, I hold my breath, and the men seem to do the same around me, all watching as his thick cock splays my lips and spreads me open.

God, it's been too long since I've had adequate dick, the kind that can stretch me to my limits and make me feel so full. I hum in pleasure, and the slow-motion feeling snaps back to regular speed.

Ethan and Theo hug my legs higher, draping my knees over their shoulders. Marcus holds my cheeks as he arches into me, thrusting slow and long. Will groans into my hair as he supports my upper body, lazily circling one nipple. And I'm simply a wet mess, forcing myself to keep breathing.

Ethan shifts beside me, one hand down below my thigh where I can't see, but I know that he's unzipping his jeans, taking himself out with the way he's lasered in on how Marcus takes me. My hips drop a few inches in the captain's grip, and his cock hits a spot deeper that has my toes curling.

Marcus groans, thrusts picking up speed and force until we're both breathing heavily. Theo's cock is out, pressed against my thigh. Ethan is stroking himself, tapping the head of his shaft against my other thigh. And Will—God, Will—is slotted between my cheeks, teasing my ass and causing every nerve ending to flare. His hot breath is quick against my neck, and his teeth find the shell of my ear.

"May I?" He whispers the question like a prayer. An odd fluttering starts in my chest, pesky emotions that have no place in this moment. How can they when the four of them are sharing my body like this?

Trust is all I can manage, so I turn my face to his, seeking his mouth against my own for a few, slow seconds before I whisper my answer back to him. "Yes."

Marcus slows as Will pops his way past that tight ring of muscle. I gasp and tense, but four sets of hands soothe me until I relax enough for Will to seat his cock in my ass.

" Fuck ." After a few breaths, I wheeze, "So good. So good."

The two men inside me find a rhythm, alternating their thrusts so that I'm always full. The pleasure is intense, and I float in it, near mindless from the way they pump their hips. And when they finally sink up, rubbing a spot from either side of the same thin wall separating them, everything snaps back into crystal clear reality.

I am fire, and they are stoking me. Strong. Steady. Surreal.

Wild, animalistic noises fill the room, and it takes me too long to realize they're coming from me. They're going to break me open, and I'm never going to be the same.

Will whispers sweet words in my ear about how beautiful I am, how wonderful I feel, how much he wants to worship at the temple of my body for a long, long time. But when my eyes focus, my gaze catches on Marcus's. Strength and vulnerability spark in his eyes. The furrow of his brows and the sweat dripping from his temple down his cheek show how much restraint he's maintaining.

As if he can see my struggle, that big, warm hand of his slides around my thick thigh, and he presses my clit like he's detonating a bomb.

I explode, tightening around both men's cocks so that they moan in surround sound.

Marcus ceases his long, measured thrusts, sinking to the ends of me and nudging me with such small movements that they completely contrast with the wild slap of Will's hips against my ass. Fuck, he plunders me, and I know he's seeking his own end as I pulse around them.

The attention to my clit is almost too much.

Ethan and Theo lean in further, changing the angle of thighs and further contorting me around the pressure of the longest orgasm I've ever had. Their mouths latch onto my nipples almost simultaneously.

Electricity strikes me. I can't control a single muscle in my body as I spasm, toes curled, head flung back, and my mouth open in a silent scream. It's so much, yet not enough as I hang there, dangling at the precipice, waiting for my world to end.

I'm dying the smallest of deaths, unable to catch my breath even as Will's forehead drops to my shoulder, hips rooting between my cheeks as he pulses and fills me with his seed.

It takes long minutes for each of them to release me, letting my knees down and laying me gently on Marcus's bed.

Will slumps against the mattress, out of breath but begging me for a kiss.

The other three men have their hard cocks in their hands, and I whimper in delight. My night is far from over.