“I’m right here, baby. Watching you get fucked like a good girl.”
His praise nearly did me in when Christian wined his hips, pushing against my clit with friction and precision.
To his right, Soul kissed my ankle and up my calf.
They’d made it clear that tonight was all about me, but I still wanted them to get some pleasure from this. More importantly, I wanted toseeit.
“Soul,” I called out.
His eyes instantly sought out mine and the concern in them tugged at my heart. “What’s wrong, Harley baby?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head as much as I could before dropping my gaze to his briefs. “Take those off and touch yourself,” I pleaded.
I loved that he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a pillow we weren’t using, propped it up behind him and pushed his briefs downenough for his dick to breathe. He laid back against the pillow with his dick filling his hand and a little piece of me relaxed.
Christian’s hips bucked into me, his hard strokes shoving me against Rico’s body. Over and over again.
He was slick with sweat behind me, and I hated how much I loved it.
We were all a mess, and I wanted to make a bigger one.
Rico hissed out a breath that sounded painful. “Shit, Harlow. I’m so hard watching Christian fuck you like this. So hard it hurts.” I believed him.
I could hear it in the ragged cadence of his words, and I wished I could do something. But the last thing I wanted to do was move off this man. Even as another man was fucking me.
Soul said nothing. He just watched me with hooded eyes and stroked his dick with a blissful expression. His dick was so fat and already leaking precum from the tip. I wanted to lick it. Have his flavor on my tongue to taste what I did to him. But I was too weightless to do anything except stay right where I was.
Eyes on me, Soul bit his lip and used his other hand to massage his balls while his best friend fucked in and out of me.
Behind me, Rico grunted, his hands digging into my waist and dragging me against him with every move Christian made.
It was…heaven. Or some hedonistic, unholy equivalent.
I was drowning in pleasure. In sensations I couldn’t describe. Everything I fucking wanted. And it was better than I could have imagined.
It didn’t take long for Christian’s thrusts to grow jerky. He stopped pulling out of me and just rutted against me while kissing all over my face.
The headboard knocked against the wall in time with his frenetic rhythm.
The mixture of their cologne and my arousal shouldn’t have turned me on even more but it did. And I was spiraling.
My orgasm hit me like the waves crashing into the shore outside this hotel and I came with a scream that didn’t sound like my voice.
Soul grunted from somewhere on the bed and Christian stilled inside of me.
He thrusted into me hard one more time.
With a heavy groan, he filled the condom inside of me and kissed my brow before fully pulling out.
We were spent. Sated. Happy.
This bed was a mess and so were we, but I’d just had the best, filthiest time of my life.
Softly, Rico caressed my side as I came down and I didn’t notice the absence of his voice talking me through it until he whimpered in my ear, a prelude to his own pleasure.
“Fuck,” he sounded helpless but happy. “I just came in my fucking pants.”
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