Now you’re the Goldilocks of penises? Get your life together.

But when Banks pulls out of me and sinks back in with a long, shuddering groan, I feel like I do have my life together. How much better can it get?

“I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of making you come on my dick while they watch,” Banks says, lips flush to my mouth, beginning a slow ride of my body that quickly turns faster. “Didn’t expect to. Didn’t expect you, either, though, did I?”

He’s got my jaw held tightly in his hand and he’s making love to me while our eye contact speaks to me—no, both of us, I’m certain—on an emotional level, too. He doesn’t break that connection as he starts to move faster, faster, eventually letting go of my jaw to sling his arms beneath my knees and angle himself forward, bending me in half, his lap smacking off my butt with every thrust. It’s exactly what I need. Hard. Crude. In this moment, I want to be held down and used. Made to pay for arousing him in the extreme—and I think he interprets that in my eyes—because he rides me so rough and so fast, Gabe has to stand at the edge of the bed and hold my shoulders, so I don’t go flying onto the floor, his thumbs brushing up and down my neck, jaw. Whispering praise.

“I love that,” I manage, feverishly watching him occupy me. “Don’t stop.”

“Jesus, Elise.” He pushes deep and holds, muscles jumping, and I can tell he’s taking a break to prevent himself from finishing too early. “I was going to take this slow, but you’ve got a deep little clench that I like too fucking much. It’s killing me.” He uses the sleeve of his shirt to swipe sweat from his forehead. “And you want this. Look at you. You need it mean, huh?”

“Yes,” I say, my throat raw from holding in my screams. “I don’t…I don’t normally. It’s just that I feel safe with you. All of you.”

“Good,” Banks and Gabe say at the same time.

I become aware of Tobias on my left. He’s lounging on his side on the bed, less than a foot away from Banks and I, head propped on his left fist. His posture might be casual, but his eyes are intensely bright and focused on my face. Goosebumps rise on my skin, intimate muscles flexing involuntarily—and I wind even tighter when Tobias leans in and whispers against my lips. “You might be safe with me, but you’re not safe from me, Elise. Enjoy the reprieve.”

“Gabe,” Banks grunts, visibly unable to stop himself from bucking into me, releasing a shaky exhale. “Hold her arms down. Above her head.”

“Good call, mate. I was going to suggest the same,” Tobias says unevenly, stroking the hair back from my face. “Give our goddess what she wants.”

Gabe draws my wrists up over my head, stretching me out like a sacrifice, and they all take a minute to peruse me, whispering curses and prayers under their breath. My nipples pucker under their scrutiny, throbbing with every word of praise. I can barely keep my eyes open, the rush of bliss is so heavy and lush.