49. Take Two

Briar

Never have I ever been kissed while being eaten.

Until now.

My belly tightens. My thighs shake. And the second I let go of Gavin's mouth, I can't help it. I'm shouting, "Coming."

A surprise orgasm crashes into me like an unexpected party guest, swinging the door wide open.

I cry out as this sharp and red-hot burst of ecstasy races through me, flooding every corner of my body. My fingers grab onto the headboard as I ride Rhys's hungry mouth to the ends of my pleasure.

It's a miracle I don't fall off him.

When I lean back into big, strong hands on my shoulders I realize why—Gavin's holding me, his palms spread across my shoulder blades, making sure I don't fall as I come.

I blink open my eyes. Is this really me? Yes, yes it is. I'm having sex like this. Sex I enjoy. Sex that isn't a chore. Sex that's fun and fiery.

And not at all over.

As an aftershock rips through me, I turn to Hollis and say, "I should ride him now and suck your other friend's dick, right?"

I flash the most fantastic partner-in-crime grin his way, and Hollis returns it right back. "You took the words right out of my mouth, baby," he says, a mastermind calling the shots.

Gavin, Rhys, and I play musical sex chairs, and after I slide a condom down Rhys's fantastic shaft, I whisper to him, "That was my first time unassisted."

His smile is downright swoony. "And you look so fucking gorgeous when you come, love."

"You deserve to come too," I say, then I spin around and sink down onto him reverse cowgirl.

I"m facing Gavin who"s kneeling at the foot of the bed, watching me.

As Rhys fills me up, my thighs clench, and I moan from the delicious intrusion.

"Yesss," I murmur, never breaking eye contact with Gavin's deep hazel irises.

Rhys thrusts up, hard, powerful. "That what you wanted, love? My cock filling you all the fucking way?" He's making sure I feel every inch of him all while Gavin stares down at me, breathing ragged, a racehorse ready to tear down the tracks.

Gavin's cock is pointing at me, a bead of liquid arousal forming at the head. My mouth waters.

"I love it, Rhys," I say to the man under me while I lock eyes with the man in front of me. "I love when you fuck me hard. Do you think Gavin wants to fuck my mouth hard too?"

The sound Gavin makes is animalistic.

"Her mouth is heaven, mate," Rhys rasps out. "You're gonna lose your mind."

I curl a hand around Gavin's cock, then say to him, "Why don't you show me how you'd like to fuck my mouth?"

He shudders, and a drop of pre-come spills onto my hand.

"I will." Gavin stands, takes one step closer to me on the bed, gripping his cock in one hand, then gathering my hair into his fist. "Open, sweetheart," he demands.

"Show him how much you love giving head, baby," Hollis chimes in from his chair, and I steal a quick glance at him. He's a man in repose, with one leg crossed over the other knee. He might as well be smoking a cigar. He's a director in charge of a scene.

As Rhys fucks up into me, I part my lips for Gavin and take his cock in my mouth. The fat head slides down my throat while Rhys rocks up into my pussy. I'm being fucked from beneath me. I'm being fucked from in front of me.

Gavin coils a palm around my head, then closes his eyes. "Fuck, sweetheart. Your mouth. Your fucking mouth. My god."

I ache from those words. Pleasure pulses in me as I rock back and forth on Rhys's cock, as I relax my throat for Gavin's. He pushes a little deeper into my mouth. Spit dribbles down my chin.

Gavin grunts, a long, savage sound.

Rhys moans.

"Look at you. Owning them. Owning their pleasure," Hollis says, his tone deep and approving.

I lift my shoulders higher. I like being praised for what I've learned to do with my body in the last few days. Listen to it. And I like what that listening can do for me—bring me pleasure and bring pleasure to these men.

Their sounds grow louder. Their thrusts more erratic. Their dicks thrust deeper.

But almost too deep. As Gavin grips my hair tighter, his cock drives so far in that I gag.

"Shit, sweetheart. Are you okay?" he asks, jerking out his dick.

I cough one more time, my throat scraped, but I'm not ready to quit. "Come on my lips, okay?"

His eyes fall shut. "Yes, fucking yes," he bites out as I ride Rhys's cock till he's driving hard under me.

He's seconds away. Gavin is too.

My thoughts burn off. My brain hums. My nerves ripple with excitement as Gavin slides his cock between my lips halfway till he's growling then grunting, "Gonna come."

He pulls out, then comes on my mouth. I flick my tongue over my lips, tasting him while Rhys shoves up into me one more time, then stills.

As his sounds fill the air, I turn to Hollis, feeling wicked, feeling wild as I squeeze my breasts together in an invitation.

He's up and out of the chair in no time. A minute later, I've eased off Rhys, and Gavin has backed away. I'm lying on the mattress, offering my tits for Hollis, who's now stripped naked.

Straddling my chest, he spits on his palm, then lubes up the valley of my breasts. A few quick pumps and he's saying on an upthrust, "Want to show you what I learned."

I have no idea what he means, but my head's full of too much static to care, my body bursting with too many endorphins to think. Hollis fucks my tits till a hot splash of his release paints my chest.

Mesmerized, I spread his release across my breasts as he slides next to me and coasts a hand down to my pussy.

Like he did the first night.

When I faked it.

This time, I part my legs, I arch my hips, and I give in to him.

This is what he meant. He's been learning what makes me tick all week, and now he's showing me. He touches me the way I've taught him, and I let go.

To this.

To the way I feel with these three men.

Free.

I move with his talented fingers, using them to seek the pleasure I deserve, chasing an orgasm fearlessly then surrendering when it jolts me and I come once again.

With them.

It feels like all three of them are doing everything to me.

And I don't want it any other way.