My face was still crashing into Mason’s as I felt a pair of hands trail down my body — I assume Oliver’s since they were at my front. They slowly moved down to my groin, then pulled down the waistband of my speedo. A hand wrapped around my shaft, holding me gently.
I was still exploring Mason’s mouth with my tongue, lost in the sensation.
Oliver was behind me, moving his hands along the curve of my back and following it to the globe of my ass.
It felt like pleasure was exploding on different places on my body where all these guys were kissing and touching me.
The panting around me was steadily increasing in volume as the bath chamber was filled with our moans.
“Bed. Now,” Crim commanded in my ear, then licked the lobe.
The sensation went sparkling through me like a fuse to a bomb. If Oliver didn’t take his hands off my cock right that second, I would have come right then and there.
When Mason pulled his lips off my face, I searched around for what Crim meant by “bed.”
In the corner of this eerie green bath chamber was a large chaise lounge and a pile of cushions.
Excitement bloomed in my gut as I eyed it, and the three extremely hot, extremely cut, extremely famous guys in front of me headed right towards it.
Then, a feeling of panic shattered the perfect image in front of me.
“Guys… did anyone bring condoms?” I asked.
Crim bit his lip and looked up to the right, like he was trying to remember.
Mason looked at me with burning lust in his eyes, but didn’t answer yes or no.
“I brought some!” Oliver said gleefully.
“How about lube?” Mason asked, looking straight into my eyes.
“Yup,” Oliver said, rummaging in the bag that held the champagne.
“I thought you brought the champagne?” I said to Crim.
“Yeah, but it’s Oliver’s bag.”
I eyed the bag again where Oliver was leaning down and unbuttoning a flap on the side. He pulled out a bunch of foil squares and a small bottle of lube, then joined us on the chaise lounge.
“You’re a smart one, Oliver. Now, where were we?” Crim asked as he pushed me onto the pillows.
I collapsed onto the plush bedding, my entire body tight and ready to burst. I didn’t know how long I was going to last when I had three guys on me.
All thoughts of doubt fluttered out of my mind as Crim’s body leaned down on top of mine. Oliver and Mason followed. Crim kissed me on the lips with that smooth, confidence motion that only he could pull off.
Mason kissed my jaw, sucking and biting slightly. It seemed like he was trying to compete with Crim— trying to crowd him away from my mouth.
I switched lips, alternating kisses between Mason and Crim as their bodies writhed on top of me.
Oliver was kissing down my torso, peppering his full lips down to the V that plunged into my pants.
I arched my back as I moaned, completely smothered by these amazing, experienced men and their intoxicating kisses. Hands moved along my body and plunged into my pants. Before long, we were all covered in sweat, gyrating against each other smoothly.
Someone ran their hand through my hair while someone else was planting kisses along my inner thigh, drowning me with the sensation. When I leaned back, I exposed my neck. Someone’s lips were planting kisses all over my sensitive skin right below my ear.
There was a tight knot in my lower stomach ready to burst. The three guys on top of me were flooding my senses, making my cock harder than it had ever been. We were a kaleidoscope of flesh, all moving along to a silent song only the four of us could hear.
That’s when Oliver wrapped his lips around my the head of my cock.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna come!” I warned.
Chapter Thirty-One
I felt the tight knot in my lower belly release, and it was like a dam that had been holding back a reservoir of pleasure was unleashed within me.
I moaned and bucked against Oliver’s mouth as I poured my seed into him.
“Oh… oh…” I bellowed, arching my back uncontrollably as wave after wave of carnal pleasure flooded through me.
Crim pulled away first. “Done already, Charlie boy?” he said with a grin, diving back down to kiss me.
I felt as limp as a rag doll as the guys continued their onslaught of kisses. Oliver was still milking me with his mouth, coaxing every last drop of come out of my balls.
“It was… it was so hot… I’m spent,” I said breathlessly, clutching at the fabric of the ottoman. “Sorry, I—”
“No need to apologize,” Crim said with a smirk as Mason worked on my neck, kissing his way down my body. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked.
Before I could answer, there was an echoing noise by the entrance to the bath chamber.
All four of us looked over, and I felt Crim and Mason’s heartbeats quicken on top of me.
Reese appeared in the doorway a look of surprise dawning on his face, then he averted his eyes. He was still wearing one of his stupid suits instead of something to swim in, which was the first sign that something was wrong.
“Bloody hell,” he said, his accent echoing in the green stone room as he covered his eyes.
Mason and Oliver launched off of me. Crim stayed where he was, looking at Reese like he was intruding.
“Can we help you?” he asked with a smirk, his body pinning me to the chaise lounge.
“First of all, I can’t walk in on you all shagging like this,” Reese said, facing the wall. Even in the green, dim light of this room, I could tell that he was blushing fiercely.
I wondered how much he wanted to join. Secretly, I was astounded with how much I wanted that to happen.
“Second of all, I just got word that the producers found
