Rich’s tone brooked no argument, so Houston nodded and reached for the bottle along with two of the condoms he’d left on the nightstand. The third I assumed was meant for Loren.
The diva who still hadn’t finished showering.
“Wait,” I said just as they started to tear open their condoms. “You don’t—” I inhaled and exhaled to clear away the fear and uncertainty creeping in. “You don’t need those…unless you really want to.” They both paused as they stared at me, and I couldn’t tell what they were thinking. “I’m on birth control, and I got tested before we left. If you just wait a sec, I can show you.”
I was so happy Griff made me pack my results even though I swore I had no intention of getting laid on this tour.
Or ever again.
I wasn’t sure why I even bothered with birth control or getting tested at all. Not doing so just seemed irresponsible despite my nonexistent sex life. Clearly, I was right since here I was. Unexpectedly.
Simultaneously and without much hesitation, Houston and Rich tossed the condoms.
I already knew the three of them were clean since they’d showed me their results a few days after I agreed to be theirs. I just wasn’t sure at the time that I was ready to take that next step, so I didn’t do anything with the information.
“We trust you,” Rich whispered as Houston reached for the lube. “Now, come here.”
Kissing me again, he lifted my leg while turning me onto my side so he could spoon me from behind. As soon as I felt his cock prodding my entrance, he slowly pushed inside, letting me feel every inch, and he didn’t stop until he was fully seated.
“Have I ever told you how tight and perfect your pussy feels?” he asked me as he leisurely moved inside of me. Whimpering like a wounded animal, I shook my head as I looked at him over my shoulder. Jericho filled me up so thoroughly that I was incapable of words. “No one feels like you, Braxton. No one.” Speeding up his pace, I cried out when he hit a spot deep inside of me.
And he hit it again and again with perfect aim.
His hips slammed against my ass while he kept me spread for him with his hand around my thigh and my leg in the air.
He never removed his gaze from mine.
Never once gave away their true intentions.
Not until I came for the third time that night, and he abruptly flipped onto his back, taking me with him.
My body was limp as I now laid with my back on his chest. Eyes closed, I was still fighting to catch my breath when Jericho curved his hands around the back of my thighs, lifted my legs, and spread me open.
It was instinct that persuaded me to open my eyes.
I wasn’t prepared for the look in Houston’s as he stroked his lubed cock while watching Jericho thrust lazily in and out of me from below. Because it was then that I realized what they meant when they said the two of them would fuck me together.
Houston was suddenly there, his left hand planted by my head and leaning over me as if he’d sensed my apprehension.
I let him kiss me.
I let his fingers when he brought them to my stuffed cunt push inside.
I let him prepare to fill me up too.
“Do you like that?” he whispered as he used his fingers, and Jericho used his cock to stretch me. It shouldn’t have been possible, and it shouldn’t have felt so damn good. Each time I thought I’d reached my sexual limits, the three of them pushed me further.
“Yes.”
“Yeah?” Houston added a third finger, and my eyes threatened to roll back inside my head. “You want more?”
“Please.”
He pulled his fingers free and quickly locked his lips with mine. He was still kissing me when I felt his cock at my entrance. Jericho must have felt him too because he stopped moving.
It was only then that I realized the full implication of their cocks being inside of me at the same time.
There would be no barrier to separate them.
No waiting their turn.
It would just be me…and them.
Before Houston could even begin to push inside of me, I was coming again from the anticipation alone. Jericho groaned like he was being tortured at the feel of my walls tightening around him, making Houston chuckle when he realized what was happening.
“I’m starting to think we’re going to wear your little