Cured by Pleasure by Lacey Thorn Page A

fucked her mouth, giving her every inch of delicious cock she could manage. Asher had one hand on her hip, the other pinching and tugging at her nipples. Spencer held her thighs while he fucked her.
    “I’m going to come,” Beck whispered above her. “Tell me if you want me to pull out, honey.”
    She sucked harder, letting him know without words she wanted to taste him as fully as he had her. She wanted his cum in her mouth, wanted it on her tongue.
    Spencer was panting and grunting behind her as he began fucking harder and faster. Asher slammed deep and pinched hard on both nipples, crying out as he found his release in her pussy. She jerked between them and only Beck’s cock kept her screams from spilling into the room as she went flying with an orgasm.
    Beck’s cum splashed against the roof of her mouth, and she swallowed as another then another followed before he eased back, panting for breath as his body shivered from the release.
    “Deja!” Spencer yelled her name, as he thrust deep and pressed hard against her ass. She could feel the pulsing of his cock and the heat of his release as it filled the condom.
    “Yessss,” she sighed as she slowly let her body sink until she rested against Asher’s chest. It was everything she’d hoped for and so much more. She just needed a little bit of rest before she urged them to do it all again.
    Only the sound of their breathing filled the air. Deja wondered if it was taking them as long to recover as it was taking her. She’d never had sex like this, sex that left her exhausted, yet longing for more. She’d been a little worried about her ability to keep up with the three of them, but listening to them, she could only grin. She’d obviously held her own.
    “What’s so amusing?” Beck asked, as he finally eased his grip on the headboard and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
    “I was afraid I might not be able to keep up with you guys.”
    Spencer groaned behind her as he slowly eased his cock from her ass and slipped back off the end of the bed. “Any better and I think we’d all be comatose.”
    Asher grunted in agreement, his arms wrapping around her and holding her closer to his chest. She felt the brush of his lips against her head. “What are you thinking?” he asked, as the others watched her.
    She took the time to look at all of them, seeing everything they held buried inside in this one moment of uncensored openness. She saw the want, the need, not just for sex, but maybe for something more. But Spencer’s eyes shifted, as he stood and rubbed her leg before moving away. Beck closed his eyes and shook his head, his teeth gritting as he moved from the bed as well.
    “I’m going to grab some water,” he sighed. “Anyone?”
    “Yeah,” Asher answered. “Grab a bottle for each of us.”
    One hand stroked up and down her spine, soothing, comforting.
    “You never answered,” he whispered against her temple.
    She propped her fist on his chest and placed her chin atop it, so she could look at him. “What am I thinking?” She repeated the question.
    He nodded.
    She was thinking too much, over thinking probably. She was thinking a lifetime of moments like this wouldn’t be enough. She was hoping this wasn’t a one-time thing. She wanted to beg them to let her stay longer, to keep her. She wanted to run as far as she could get because she’d only had a desire to belong like this one other time in her life…with her sisters. And wanting this, with them, terrified her in the power they would have to hurt her. Did have. How the hell had she fallen so fast, so quickly?
    “Deja?” Asher’s fingers stroked over her cheek, pulling her back to him, the bed, and the pleasure she’d found in it.
    “I’m wondering how many times I can talk the three of you into a repeat performance,” she purred, choosing to take a lighter approach.
    For a moment, she thought she saw disappointment in his eyes, as if her response wasn’t the one he was hoping for.