“What are you going to do for her?” Banks demands to know, beginning to rock into me once again, clearly agitated with the need to climax, but trying to control his response to me.

Tobias smirks at Banks while trailing his fingertips down the valley between my breasts, crossing my stomach and parting the top of my flesh with those smooth digits, finding and massaging my clit with such exacting pressure, I cry out, my thighs jolting violently.

“That’s what she needs, isn’t it?” Tobias’s mouth hovers over mine, his quick, shallow breaths creating condensation on my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me. And I want that kiss. Badly. But the denial in his eyes speaks volumes. I think I actually need her to like me first.

I show him my displeasure and his smile vanishes, a growl sounding in his throat.

“Don’t you dare pout at me when I can’t do anything about it,” he rasps.

“You can,” I gasp.

“Not yet, dammit.” The pace of his fingers increases and all I can do is arch up and let the sensations rocket through me.

Tobias stroking the source of my pleasure.

Banks driving into me with thorough, savoring rolls of his hips.

Gabe above me, his thumbs digging into my wrists, a telltale bulge stretching the front of his briefs, his tattooed body, honed from manual labor, covered in sweat, his eyes rapt on the place where Banks enters me.

Hard.

Harder.

“She likes it rough,” Gabe pants.

“Then that’s what she gets,” Tobias says hoarsely. “We’ll wear our good girl out every fucking time, won’t we?”

“Yes,” growl the three of them. An erotic trio of baritones.

Oh my God. We’ve all found a rhythm now and our movements become base, animalistic. Tobias never stops his perfect torture, luxuriating in every stroke of my sensitive nub. Banks stretches further, filling me deep enough to caress a secret spot that gets my knees shaking. Still imprisoning my wrists, Gabe gets down on his knees and moans into my hair that I’m beautiful, that he needs to watch me come.

“Fuck,” Banks says, the word almost unintelligible because he’s breathing so hard. “She’s even sexier covered in sweat.” He rams into me, making me scream. “Those tits, especially. But God help me, it’s the way that she looks at me. So trusting. That’s what’s making me come. I can’t stop myself.”

“Just a minute longer, Banks,” Tobias murmurs, watching my face carefully. “She’s holding back, but she’s so bloody close.”

“We’ve got you, Elise,” Gabe says, kissing my temple. “You’re safe.”

Banks nods at me, communicating the same with his eyes.

Am I…holding back? I examine the thoughts racing through the back of my head and realize, yeah, underneath the wonder, there’s a subtext of worry. That I’ll get too close to these men and won’t be able to follow through. That I’ll abandon whatever is happening here halfway through and be the reason for another disappointment.

Banks leans down and kisses me hard, trapping Tobias’s hand and creating an abundance of pressure to my clit. Then he says, “You’re ours. No matter what you do, you‘re ours.” And then he presses Tobias’s fingers down tighter and I implode. A scream emerges from my mouth that hurts my own eardrums, electric gratification plunging to the deepest parts of me and lighting me up from the inside. My clit throbs while I’m hit again and again by waves of toe-curling decadence. The act of being restrained and worshipped while having an orgasm is unlike anything else. I shake and writhe and babble about the intensity refusing to ebb, my body in beautiful turmoil, three pairs of eyes watching my every move and loving them.