My gaze shot back to Loren, and the wicked gleam in his eye made my toes curl. “Yes, please.”
“Of course, baby.”
Loren pressed closer to Rich, who was still suckling at my nipple, and produced a condom from…somewhere. He quickly sheathed himself and then pushed his thick cock head between Rich’s cheeks.
“Braxton,” Rich called to me.
I immediately went to him. Our lips met, and I was his.
But he belonged to Loren now too.
I knew it when Rich practically ran to me to flee Loren when he started pushing into him. I held his face between my hands as I kissed his lips repeatedly to try to distract him from the pain. My eyes opened the tiniest bit, and I could see Loren’s hips flexing whenever he worked another inch inside of Rich.
He was staring down at his best friend as he burrowed himself deeper. The lust and desire written on Loren’s face were so palpable I clung to Rich in order to keep my fingers from finding my clit.
“Do you remember how it was?” Loren asked as he continued to work himself inside. “Do you remember how good it felt?”
It seemed to take all of Rich’s strength to break our kiss and open his eyes. Looking over his shoulder, he met Loren’s gaze. “Yes.”
“Good.” Loren wrapped his arm around Rich’s waist. “Me too.” It was the drummer’s only warning before Loren shoved his cock to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” Rich barked. He tried to run, but Loren held him still. There was nowhere for him to go sandwiched between us anyway. “Fuck you, man. Fuck you.”
Loren’s only response was to groan from the feeling of being buried deep inside his best friend. “This ass is mine, Noble.”
Resigned to let Loren have his way, Rich’s head fell helplessly to the bed. I rubbed his toned arm, trying to soothe him as best as I could while Loren pumped lazily in and out of him.
“How does it feel?” I whispered to Rich.
It was Loren who answered, though. Jericho was too far gone. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
His daunting tone, coupled with the unyielding look he gave me, made my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Loren began thrusting faster and the sound of his hips meeting Jericho’s ass filled the small room as he pounded him.
He held my gaze the entire time he took Jericho from behind.
I was as much a part of this as the two of them.
So much so I forgot to object when Loren yanked my leg over Rich’s hip, opening me up for him.
“Finger her pussy,” he ordered Jericho.
Eyes still closed while Loren used him, Rich blindly obeyed. His fingers fumbled around before finding my soaked entrance and immediately plunging two of them inside.
“Yes,” I cried out as he fucked me while Loren fucked him.
Soon after, my eyes drifted closed against my will, and I was left with only the feeling of Rich’s fingers, the sound of Loren’s grunts and Jericho’s groans, the taste of cherries on my tongue, and the smell of morning dew and berries.
The small bed rocked beneath us, making the headboard bang the wall relentlessly as we found the perfect rhythm and rode it. I briefly worried it might break, but then Jericho’s thumb began circling my clit, and the only thing that mattered was the orgasm cresting. I felt what must have been Loren’s hand push between us and then him stroking Rich’s cock.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said to Rich. There was a pause and then, “Open your eyes.”
The way my body responded told me that the second command was meant for me. Letting my eyes slowly open, I found them both watching me, waiting for me to come even as they fucked each other. My breasts were smashed against Jericho’s chest as Loren’s thrusts became so forceful our bodies moved together as if the three of us were one.
I was the first to come.
I didn’t think to temper my cries.
I couldn’t think of anything else but the shock wave seizing my body. It took some time, an eternity it seemed, and then, I was finally spent.
Rich splintered apart with a choked sound, and I felt his warm seed splashing my belly as I stared into his gray eyes.
Loren wasn’t far behind.
His movements became less and less controlled until he shoved inside Rich one last time and filled the condom with a groan.
There was only our heavy breathing after he was done. That…and the sound of the