“Why do you think Rich is the nicest?” Loren taunted. “He’s always had the most restraint. The most discipline. The most self-control. He won’t let himself come until he’s gotten what he wants, and even if he does lose control…” Loren smiled. “There are two more cocks waiting to service you.”
As if the three of them commanded it, I flooded Rich’s dick.
It was only the beginning.
Jericho came down on me as my pussy convulsed on his cock, and with a groan, he began fucking me into the mattress. I had no choice but to hold onto him as my sharp nails scoured his back, and my heels dug into his ass. The sound of his dick tunneling into me was all that could be heard for a while as I came again on a silent scream.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I could already feel my mind splintering apart.
One word, and he’d let himself come.
He’d offer a reprieve—if only until his friends were ready for a turn.
“Jericho, please,” I found myself sobbing when I came for the third time in mere minutes. I wanted mercy, and he wanted me.
Only one of us was getting what we wanted.
“You want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head.
“You want me to come?”
I nodded.
Logically, it made no sense, but I knew what he was asking when he offered to stop. I wasn’t denying him my body. I denied him my heart. The only way to end this was for him to give in by releasing or for me to give in by saying yes to being theirs.
Tangled was an understatement to describe the web we’d weaved.
“Then you know what to do,” he responded without mercy.
As if he knew I was standing on a precipice, his strokes slowed, becoming deeper, longer.
And then he lifted his head to stare into my eyes.
The genuine need for me in his own is what captured me in the end. I was lost in his silver gaze and the scent of berries when I heard myself say it. I leapt off the cliff, but I didn’t fall.
I flew.
“Yes.” My voice was lower than a whisper, but it rang loud in my heart.
“What was that?” Jericho’s eyes had lit up as if he were watching me fly, so I knew he’d heard me. He just wouldn’t make this easy.
“Yes.” I was louder now, but still not enough.
“They can’t hear you, Braxton. Let them hear you,” he urged. His pace was picking up again, his breathing deepening, telling me he was close to coming. On either side of us, Houston and Loren looked on, both silent and still and waiting.
“Yes.”
“Louder!” Jericho barked while shoving himself inside of me.
“Yes!” I repeated on a short, high cry. He’d never gone that deep before. “Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours.”
“Aw, fuck,” he moaned lowly before smashing his lips against mine. His thrusts shortened, becoming more erratic and frenzied as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck, baby,” he growled with his lips still attached to mine. “I—”
Suddenly, Jericho stiffened with a grunt, and I knew he’d let himself come.
I wondered what he’d been about to say.
He started kissing me again, and all thought fled as I melted under his tenderness now that I was his.
“All right, you stingy motherfucker,” Loren griped. “Quit hogging her. We want to celebrate too.”
Jericho kissed me a few seconds more before carefully sliding himself out of me as he lifted up.
I felt the soreness right away.
“What?” he asked with a confused frown when he noticed his friends watching him. Turning my head to Houston and then Loren, I realized that they were as shocked by Rich’s dominance as I had been despite the show they put on.
“Nothing,” Loren answered, keeping his amusement from his gaze. “I’m just glad to be a top and not a bottom, is all.”
As Loren took over kissing me while Rich fixed his clothes, Houston stood from the bed. I didn’t know where he’d gone until I heard the water in the bathroom running. Loren was still kissing me and promising to be the best boyfriend ever when the bed dipped with Houston’s weight again. A moment later, I felt the warmth from a wet cloth between my legs as he gently began to clean me.
We didn’t have sex again.
As the events of the night came rushing back, I knew it was because I’d fallen asleep before Houston was even done cleaning me. The next morning