11: Dasha.

I’m on the verge of another scream when Nicholas’s head comes up, concern written all over his gorgeous face. And that’s what makes all the difference. Not his hips slowing down or his mouth laying apologetic kisses on my shoulder. No, the pain of losing my virginity dulls because of their affection for me. It’s threaded into their hunger, it’s in every slide of their fingertips and groan of my name. Their attention on me is as reverent as it is lustful and in response, my own pleasure grows.

Nicholas’s hard drives no longer jar me. I close my eyes and feel for a solution and we’re suddenly moving together, tilting my hips so he can rub against my clit with every thrust. Clement’s fingers trail down my stomach and find my clit, while Nicholas bucks into me with controlled force. Only when I arch my back and whimper with pleasure does Clement slide into my mouth, fucking it with possessive pumps, rewarding me with rougher fondles between my thighs.

I’m being tag teamed, my body being u