Page 163 of The Final Cut

My first orgasm comes too fast. Nash does not let me have it.

“Stop,” he says.

Ever withdraws his hand.

I whimper, empty and furious, Shiloh’s cock still heavy on my tongue.

“Mean,” I gasp when he pulls free.

Nash laughs softly. “You started the evening by trying to throw everyone out of your room. I’m comfortable with mean.”

Ever’s hands roll me over.

The mattress shifts, bodies moving around me. My knees are brought under me, thighs spread, face turned to the side against the sheets. Shiloh’s mouth kisses down my spine while Ever positions himself behind me. My body tightens in anticipation.

Nash notices everything.

“Slow,” he says. “Make her feel the first inch.”

Ever’s hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me down with just enough force to make my body melt into the mattress. The head of his cock nudges my entrance. I bite the sheet as he pushes in shallowly, exactly as Nash ordered, stretching me in one careful breach.

I moan.

“That’s it,” Nash says. “Take him.”

Ever’s breath leaves him hard. His fingers dig into my hips, and for a few strokes he keeps it restrained, short and shallow, letting me feel every inch he has not given me yet. Then Nash says, “deeper,” and Ever obeys.

He drives into me in one long stroke that punches the air from my lungs.

Shiloh’s hand slips under my cheek, turning my mouth toward him. “Still with us?”

I nod blindly.

“Words,” Nash says.

“Yes.” My voice breaks. “I’m here.”

“Good. Shiloh, give her something to do.”

Shiloh shifts in front of me, and I open for him again because I need the fullness, the heat, the way they take every spare thought and replace it with command and touch. Ever fucks me from behind, hard enough to rock my body forward onto Shiloh’s cock. Nash directs from the chair, voice rougher now, each instruction darker than the last.

“Hold her hips.”

“Make her gag.”

“Ever, harder.”

“Stop before she comes.”

I sob when Ever stills inside me.

Shiloh pulls from my mouth, breathing hard. “You are cruel tonight.”

“She needs to sleep.”

“She needs to come.”

“She will.”