She was well aware that she sounded far more prim than any woman who was naked across one brother's lap while a second finger fucked her and the third waited for his blow job should, but it was true. She wasn't a thief and she wouldn't start now.
"Then consider this one freely given, love," Callum offered. "Oliver, let's get her in a better position for this."
She nearly cried when those fingers pulled free. Empty. She'd been close to release and now she was tight and empty again. Callum maneuvered her until she was sitting upright on his lap. He shifted, moving his knees wide, which spread her legs as well, opening her completely to Oliver and Rory's gaze.
"Do you see how helpful having a partner or two can be now, Ollie?" Rory asked. He squeezed her shoulder before brushing his way down to cradle her breast while Oliver moved between her legs.
All three men had their hands on her. She was caught between them and she'd never felt more cherished in her life. It suddenly didn't matter that she was naked and they weren't. She felt strong as Oliver kneeled down. Her whole body thrummed in anticipation.
"It is extremely helpful. Hold her down, brother. I need a good taste of this." He bent toward her, and Tori felt the heat from his mouth on her pussy.
"Get her ready because we're not stopping until we've all had our fill." Callum's deep voice vibrated in her ear as he rolled her nipples between his thick fingers. "Enjoy this because you're serving Rory next."
She glanced at Rory, who was shoving his slacks off, exposing the gasp-worthy length of his body. He was stunning. Every inch of his body was muscled and cut, from his broad shoulders to a lean and tapered waist that led to strong legs. She had to catch her breath when she saw his cock. He watched her gape at him, his big dick in hand. He stroked himself, clearly impatient for the moment she took him into her mouth. She had no idea how she would get that cock all the way in, but she was more than willing to try.
She had one night and she was going to make the most of it. She planned to make as many memories of these men as she could.
Oliver licked around her folds, teased her opening, then laved her clit. Pure fire roared through her system. Callum chose that exact moment to pinch her nipples, and she couldn't stop the pleading groan that came from her throat.
Oliver worked her with his clever tongue, flicking all around and keeping her off balance as Callum played with her sensitive crests, engorging them with more blood. She couldn't move, couldn't do anything but ride the growing wave. Oliver dipped his fingers inside her again, curling the digits up and rubbing just the right way as his tongue found the nub of her clit and stroked it relentlessly.
Tori stiffened under Oliver's ministrations, arched, dug her nails into Callum's thighs, and turned a pleading glance to Rory.
"Come, sweetheart."
Rory's soft command somehow set her off. Orgasm exploded through her system, and she couldn't contain her keening cry, and pleasure jolted her entire system, tightening every muscle and rendering her absolutely helpless under their touch.
Oliver kept at her, licking and stroking like he was a starving man, and she was his first meal in weeks. The euphoria rose higher, and she shouted as the sensation shot through her again. Her whole body seemed swept up in an endless charge of bliss.
Finally, the tension fell, seeping out, leaving satisfaction in its wake. She slumped against Callum's chest, her blood pounding even as Oliver's tongue softened and he pressed one last kiss on the pad of her swollen pussy.
He rose and bent to her, his lips hovering above hers. "That was perfect. I'll never get the taste of you out of my mind. I'll always crave you."
Then Oliver kissed her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, and she could taste herself on his lips. This was intimacy beyond anything she'd imagined. Shockingly, desire began to swirl and gather inside her again.
After a long moment, Callum helped her to her feet. The ache made her press her thighs together. Tori wanted them so badly, she felt willing to beg. She couldn't be in a room with these men and not want them.
"Drop to your knees and present yourself." Callum held her hand and helped her to the floor. "Spread your knees."
She was so wet. "I think I need a towel."
Callum knelt beside her, plucking at her nipple. He twisted it to the right side of pain. "You don't need anything I don't give you. You're beautiful. Rory, are you offended by the sight of her slick pussy?"
Rory's stare was glued to her pink folds as he slowly stroked his cock. "You know I think she's gorgeous, but that is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come? I almost joined you."