A little touching first

The groomsmen obeyed James's silent command, their hands moving to the buttons of their trousers. The sound of fabric releasing filled the room as they shucked off their clothes, revealing their boxer-clad erections. The bulges in their shorts were unmistakable, and the sight of them made Felicity's stomach clench with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never seen so much naked male desire directed at her before, and she couldn't tear her eyes away.

The men's hands were on her before she had a chance to process the situation fully. Alex's calloused fingers trailed down her spine, sending a thrill through her body as they reached the elastic of her thong. Marcus leaned in, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, baby," his hands cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra. Meanwhile, Thomas knelt behind her, his hands sliding up the backs of her thighs, his thumbs grazing the damp fabric of her panties.

"We've all had our eyes on you since James brought you to the pub that night," Thomas said, his voice a coarse growl that sent a shiver down her spine. His words were like a slap in the face, but instead of repulsion, she felt a strange sense of excitement. She had always been the good girl, the one who blended into the background, and the thought that these men had been fantasizing about her, had been waiting for this moment, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "You have no idea how many times we've imagined fucking you."