They love you.
I wasn’t sure if it was something said in the heat of the moment, or if the words were heartfelt and real. They were certainly true as far as Camden was concerned. I could see it written all over his face.
Somehow I reached out and grabbed him, smashing his face back against mine. Kissing him savagely throughout the back half of my climax, my brain spinning, my heart trying its best to suck his very soul inside me.
Love.
It didn’t make any sense, but somehow it also did. These weren’t guys I’d just met. I’d known them for a year now. I’d worked for them, laughed with them. Shared meals and weekends with them. We’d labored alongside each other, growing close in ways that had never been possible in a more traditional romantic relationship. And they’d encouraged me. Praised me. Taken really good care of me, when I needed them the most.
And now…
Now they were sharing me, in the most loving way. Kissing me not just as a lover but as a woman, and even a mate. And as much as I didn’t like to admit it, my feelings for them were growing as well. Not just as a trio of hot boyfriends who’d be fun to pass the time with, but as three men I very much respected. Cared about.
And yes, maybe even—
“I need her.”
Camden’s words were tense, almost desperate. And he was looking at Bryce, not me.
“I need her now.”
The lover behind me reluctantly withdrew. The lover before me took his place. It occurred to me that this would be the routine now, as far as my sex life was concerned. If I were to reap the romantic benefits of having three gorgeous men at my fingertips, I was responsible for satisfying three separate sex drives. I was more than just a girlfriend now. I was a girlfriend three times over.
You sure you can handle it?
I shoved aside the cynical voice rattling around in my head just as Camden was pushing me onto my back. He took an ankle, then lifted my leg high over one of his massive shoulders. A second later he was pressing himself home. Pushing the oversized head of his incredible cock right through the slick folds of my hot, throbbing pussy.
“Slow,” I warned, tapping his arm with a finger. “You’re big, remember?”
He chuckled gruffly. “I remember.”
“Good,” I sighed, biting my lip. “Because I—”
Camden leaned forward and drove into me, letting the sheer weight of his body do all the work. It was scary. It was alarming.
But it was also pure unbridled rapture.
“MMMMmmmm….”
Slowly, surely, he pushed his way in. I was already soaked. Still, drenched from the foreplay, and even more turned on from everything Bryce had already done to me. When he finally hit bottom, I let out the long, heated breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Camden’s balls were heavy and thick, and pressing tightly against my ass. The hard part was over.
“We good?”
I laughed, and even the laughter was tight.
“Yeah. We’re good.”
He began that slow, rhythmic push-pull. The kind that only guys with really big dicks know about, because they’ve been chastised enough times into getting a girl used to them at first.
This is so. Fucking. Incredible.
I focused on breathing, and taking him deep. In time, everything relaxed. My body. My breathing. The iron-like grip I had on his two big biceps, in case I needed to regulate the speed and depth of his thrusts.
“Hey there beautiful. Don’t forget about me.”
I blinked and Bryce was hovering over me, smiling and kissing me upside-down. The Spiderman kiss. Just like in the movie.
“Here.”
He shifted forward, and dropped his manhood heavily across my face. That certainly wasn’t in the movie. I had to laugh.
“What?”
I closed my fist around Bryce’s cock, which was thick and warm and still wet from being inside me. I guided it past my lips and into my mouth, where I found out he tasted like me too.
“Nothing,” I laughed again. “Tell you later.”
I turned my head and began blowing him, trying to keep in time with Camden’s thrusts. Or maybe Camden was keeping in time with my mouth working his friend, I wasn’t sure which. Either way…
This is beyond fantastic.
I was lost in the heat, the sweat, the sheer weight of being crushed beneath Camden’s powerful thrusts. Of being sandwiched between two sizzling hot guys, whimpering softly as I pleasured them both, taking them from each end.
All other thoughts dissolved away; the manor and its many projects, the fact that these men had been married before. The history between them and their choice of lifestyle. The pain reflected in Roderick’s eyes, looking at that photo, remembering the past.
Whether Bryce and Camden still lived in the past didn’t matter, because right now they were focused on me. They were two thrusting bodies, surging into mine. Filling me up. Fulfilling my dream. Answering the question as to what something like this might be like; the culmination of every woman’s most taboo and deep-seeded fantasies, whether they admitted to them or not.
I’ll admit to them.
So far it had been nothing like I thought it would be, screwing two guys at once. It had been way, way better. I’d expected the raw thrill of being so thoroughly and completely dominated in every way, but I hadn’t counted on the feelings and emotions that came with it. There was passion in our fucking. Tenderness and caring, in the way the guys looked at me. When they weren’t plundering my body to fulfill their own base needs, they were sweet, even loving. It was in the way they held me, before and afterward. The way they kissed me, with such depth and adoration…
It was all just so full of meaning.
We surrendered to each other —
