Birthday Girl
July 18, 2016 | Age 21
I was surrounded.
Rico sat against the headboard of the hotel bed, legs spread with me between them. My back was to him while I faced Soul and the mess his fingers were making between my legs.
I always knew he was good with his hands, butfuck. I didn’t know that meant he could reach parts of me I didn’t know existed and write his name all over them. He dipped his head to kiss me and as his soft lips moved over mine, I couldn’t help but compare it to the kiss me and Rico shared two nights ago.
Rico’s lips had been so rough, almost frantic in the way he claimed my mouth.
But Soul?
Soul was as gentle as I expected him to be, but so damn thorough and nasty at the same time.
Neither one of them was better. Just different. In the best ways.
And now I couldn’t wait for Christian to put his mouth on me.
While I sat there, skin to skin with Rico, Soul’s tongue wrapped around mine, matching the rhythm of our kiss with the stroke of his fingers between my legs.
It was slow. And deep. And so satisfying I arched off the bed to chase the connection when he pulled away.
“Soul, please.”
“I got you, Harley,” he promised. Soon, his thumb settled over my clit, adding to the sensations running rampant through me.
I could feel his fingers inside of me. The roughness of his thumb massaging my clit. And Rico’s heart pounding against my back.
“Fuck,” he said hoarsely when I moved against him.
Soul kissed me until I fully relaxed against Rico again, his fingers fucking in and out of my tightness.
“You like what Soul is doing to you, baby?” Rico asked directly into my ear.
I didn’t mean to, but I squirmed at the vibrations his voice sent rocketing through me. I was so damn overstimulated, and we’d just started. If this was the beginning, I knew I would be useless by the end of this.
Christian hadn’t even touched me yet.
As if he read my mind, Rico’s teeth trapped my earlobe before he whispered. “Look at Christian.” He gave me time to find him in the chair opposite the bed. “Look how hard he is, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.”
My hips lifted to meet Soul’s fingers again because I needed more stimulation after laying eyes on Christian and the outline of his dick pushing against his pants.
Not to mention I couldfeelRico’s arousal pressed into the small of my back. He still had on his pants but there was no hiding the effect this was having on him.
Soul’s erection was thick and prominent against his thigh. His navy boxer briefs showed me everything I needed to see.
Fuck.
I bucked into his hand until my wetness created its own soundtrack. Throwing my head back against Rico’s shoulder, I let out a whimper that morphed into a moan so tortured my throat went hoarse.
I couldn’t explain how bad it turned me on to know I had three men catering to me like this.
And the pressure against my clit grew more intense with every passing millisecond.
I was going to fall apart any minute now and I knew Rico would be right there to catch me.
On his knees in front of us, Soul didn’t stop until my breaths were choppy, and my legs trembled.
