As she twisted, the cheeks of her ass ached. It was a nice reminder of the spanking they'd given her. She would likely feel it tomorrow and remember how breathless she'd been. How she'd held her ankles and anticipated that moment when they would strike. She moved gingerly so as not to disrupt the plug, but she felt every muscle. He wanted her thinking about how every pore and cell of her body belonged to them and that they would bring her pleasure. They would show her intimacy.
With gentle hands, Oliver lowered her down. She could feel the softness of the comforter at her back. Oliver stared down at her as Rory took his place at her left.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Oliver asked. He brushed his hands over her breasts, making her arch her back.
"I know how beautiful you make me feel." And they were the gorgeous ones. Oliver looked like an angel with his stark blue eyes and perfectly chiseled jaw.
"Then let us make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world," he whispered as he lowered his lips to her breast.
Rory followed suit on his side. "Because that's what you are to us."
She gasped as she felt the heat of their mouths, one on each of her nipples. They sucked her into their mouths, pulling on her. The sensation went straight to her pussy, lighting her up and sending sparks through her whole body.
She needed this. She needed them all. She wasn't complete without them.
As though she'd conjured him through sheer want, Callum appeared at the end of the bed, his athletic body on full display. She stared at him, boldly looking at his cock as it twitched her way. It was a thing of beauty. Long and impossibly thick, it stood out from his pelvis. She wanted to touch him, to stroke his thick flesh and know it was all hers.
He'd been through so much. All of them had. Now her place was surrounded by them, her right to love and comfort them, to find joy in their own unique happiness.
He sobered as he stared at her. "Do you know how hard it was to stand there yesterday and say those things?"
He was trying to get her to think when she should be feeling. Oliver and Rory were working her nipples, sucking and laving them with affection, but apparently Callum needed a different sort of affection. He needed reassurance.
It was time to tell them some truths.
"It should have been easy because I knew what you were doing. Not once did it cross my mind that you were telling Thea anything other than what she wanted to hear. You should have trusted me to know and then you wouldn't have believed that crap. I knew when I realized she was in the room that you would save me. That's what people in love do."
He fell to his knees, his head between her legs. "Is it? Well, I think we've done all the saving we need to do for a long while. Now we're going to settle down. We're going to be a perfectly boring family."
She doubted they would manage that. Especially since her heart raced every time one of them looked at her or called her name. There was nothing boring about the Thurston-Hughes boys. "Unless you have some other crazy stalkers."
Oliver chuckled against her skin. "No. I think the crazies in our lives are gone now. Mine is. Callum's is."
"I wasn't foolish enough to fall for a crazy." Rory winked down at her.
He wasn't off the hook. Rory wasn't some blushing innocent. "No, just three hundred supermodels."
He had the grace to blush. "None of whom could hold a candle to you."
Rory was smart. She sighed when his lips touched hers. "You always know what to say."
"Let us show you how we feel." Callum's mouth hovered above her pussy and she could feel anticipation pound through her system.
Rory moved back to her breast, his teeth finding the edge of her nipple, then biting down lightly.
He gave her the bare edge of pain, just enough to make her squirm and writhe.
That was when Callum chose to part her labia and run his tongue from below her clitoris to her channel. She stared up the length of her body as he laved her sensitive flesh. He teased her, running his tongue all around the edges of her pussy. He nosed her clitoris. The pressure made her gasp.
He took her to the edge and then brought her back. Sweet frustration welled. Between Callum at her pussy and Oliver and Rory at her breasts, she couldn't breathe. They held her down, Oliver and Rory pinning her arms to the mattress and Callum opening her thighs with strong hands. She was weighed down by them in a decadent splay, open and ready for their pleasure. Tori couldn't move. She was utterly helpless, and it was all right because she trusted these men.
She lay beneath them as they did their best to make her scream. Over and over, their tongues and hands stroked her. Callum suckled her clit before plunging his tongue deep. Rory moved from her breast to her mouth, kissing her with graceful ease. He played his tongue against her own, and kept her off balance while Oliver concentrated on her nipples. He bit down, then soothed the little ache with his kisses. He rolled the opposite nipple with his fingers as he did. On one, he poured love and affection. The other he gave a quick bite of pain that sent shivers through her system.