I waver, but then I feel Fletch’s big hands turning me back to him. He’s not pushing me, but he’s on board for sure. When will I get a better opportunity? I pull his head down to me and nuzzle his neck just below his ear, the scent of him filling my nostrils as I leave a trail of light kisses across his skin.

"Oh, that's it, little bit, very good," Shane says in my ear from behind me. It’s unbearably erotic to feel his hot breath on my skin while I’m tasting the neck of another man.

Shane and Fletch both have their hands on my waist and hips now as I use the tip of my tongue to trace the curve of Fletch’s ear. His breath catches, and I feel a hand tighten on my hip. I’m assuming it’s his, but I can’t be sure. Oh, my God, there are so many hands on me I don’t know which hand belongs to which guy. This has got to be a dream. Real life is not like this.

Shane lifts the hair off one of my shoulders and sucks my neck from behind me. I can feel myself getting hotter, and I boldly flick Fletch’s lips with my tongue. He moans and takes my mouth, plundering my lips while Shane sucks on my neck. I’m drowning. I’m drunk. Shane pulls me until I’m resting against his broad chest, his erection building against my back. Fletch surges toward me, grinding against my front. There is no part of me that isn’t covered in rock-hard man. The four hands on my body grip tighter, the fabric of my clothes ruching up in their fists. Fletch is stealing the breath right out of my body like he’s performing CPR backwards.

“Look at you, little bit. A natural,” Shane says right before he nips the side of my neck.

I cry into Fletch’s mouth, sucking hard on his tongue as my body shivers from the sensation of the sharp pain followed by the soothing tongue Shane drags over the spot he just bit.

My pussy is aching, clenching around itself seeking friction. I feel so naughty, smashed between the gorgeous, beefy bodies of my two roommates. Their masculine scent surrounds me, staggering my senses. Can they smell how wet I am. Do I care?

They both tower over me, their bodies hard and unyielding, but all their attention is focused on me like I’m a prize.

“My turn, Fletch,” Shane says, and I’m turned around again.