Page 108 of The Hat Trick

That smirk of his is back as he scoops me up in his arms again, guiding my legs to wrap around his waist. I have a moment of hesitation because it still throws me off how easily these men are able to handle me, but I embrace it.

He moves to sit on the edge of my bed while I straddle his lap. One of his hands slides into my hair, gripping it roughly. “Damn fucking right we have,” Matt growls right before his mouth slams onto mine. His tongue delves into my mouth roughly while he consumes me. He maneuvers my head exactly where he wants it with his grip on my hair, and I move my hands into his soft strands, gripping just as hard. I match the fierceness of his kiss easily as my hips move against him.

I slide one of my hands down to grip Matt’s shirt, doing my best to pull it up and off because I want to feel more of him against me. He takes his mouth off mine and grips my hips roughly. “You really are being impatient today.”

“I don’t care,” I whine, trying to move my hips again, but he doesn’t let me and I groan in frustration.

Matt chuckles, then lifts me off him just enough to turn me around so I’m sitting in his lap backward, facing the other two men in the room while Matt continues to hold me against him. My ass on his groin, his chest against my back, and mouth against my ear.

“Look at them, Bunny, look at how much they want you. Are you as needy for their cocks as you are for mine?”

“God,yes,I want all of you. Please,” I whimper, trying again to circle my hips on Matt, but he holds me still.

“Are you wanting all of us at the same time, beautiful?” Brent speaks up. He’s leaning against a wall, watching everything looking every bit in control as he always does.

I nod slowly, my eyes moving from his to Vince who looks like the opposite of the controlled Brent. He looks like he’s about two seconds away from taking me for himself and doing whatever delicious things he can think of to my body. And I know he will have the chance to do that soon. They all will.

“Where do you want us?” Matt asks, gripping my hips even tighter.

I turn my head so our lips almost touch. “I want to ride you.” I try to move again, but groan in annoyance when he doesn’t let me. “I want to ride you just like this.”

“And then what do you want?” Brent asks.

I look over at him, he stands so tall, so powerful, I think of how each of them feels when they are inside me, how they all make me feel both physically and emotionally, though I try not to dwell on that too much. I bite down on my bottom lip in hesitation about what I’m about to suggest. It’s something he’s brought up before. Something that scares me and intrigues me. I didn’t think I would’ve liked anyone in my ass before, let alone one of them there while the other fucks my pussy. But I loved it. Which is the only thought giving me the confidence to suggest the one thing I never thought I would ask for.

“I want you to fuck me too. At the same time,” I say quietly, hoping he understands what I’m saying. I feel Matt’s chest vibrate with a mix between a groan and a growl behind me. Brent’s eyebrows raise for only a moment before he smooths his expression.

“You want us both squeezing into that tight little cunt at the same time?” he clarifies and my face flames. I try to look away, but he’s in front of me in an instant, gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His lightly shadowed jaw flexes while his hazel eyes look directly into mine. “Don’t be ashamed about asking for anything. Is that what you want?”

I swallow roughly before nodding. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

“And where do you want Dumont, beautiful?”

I look over at Vince, his fists flexing, blue eyes dark with all his desire for me. My eyes scan his body, despite it being covered in clothes I know the work of art underneath all of that and I lick my lips when I think about where I want him. My eyes locked on his while I answer Brent’s questions. “In my mouth.”

Brent lets go of my chin and I’m about to protest, but the words get lost on my tongue when he pulls his shirt off, my eyes trace every lean defined muscle revealed to me and I almost don’t even hear him when he says, “You heard her, guys. Let’s give her what she wants.”

It’s like a switch was flipped in the room, Matt moves me so I’m standing up and there’s several pairs of hands on me yanking off my clothes so quickly I don’t even have a chance to really think about what is happening and what I just asked them for. I know I want this; I know it’s going to feel good, but at the same time I’m also terrified.

Before I know it, I’m naked. Matt’s broad body behind me, I know he must be naked as well, I feel the heat of his skin against mine. I’m facing Brent and Vince who are in front of me, Vince still has his black boxer briefs on, but that’s it. Brent has nothing covering his perfect form, his large length in his hand. I bite down on the inside of my lip watching his hand stroke himself and being reminded of the silver piercing that’s there. How it feels when it’s rubbing against any part of me.

I’m so turned on for them, I clench my thighs as I feel how wet I am, my thighs slick with it and I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready in my entire life.

“McQuaid, get on the bed and get ready for our girl,” Brent commands.

Our girl.

It’s weird how two simple words can make me feel so much. I don’t have the chance to dwell on it because I feel when Matt is no longer behind me. I can hear when he is laying back on my bed. I don’t dare move yet. I know Brent and I know what he wants, which is to control the entire situation. I want nothing more than to let him control me. I don’t want to think. I just want to listen and do what he wants.

“Are you ready for us, beautiful?” he asks.

I nod enthusiastically. I am. I’m so ready for them, my thighs clench even tighter as my eyes meet his hand still stroking himself leisurely.

“Let’s make sure of that, Dumont, check to see if she’s ready.”

Vince doesn’t waste any time, and stands right in front of me, his fingertips sliding up the inside of my thighs. I spread them slightly for him as he gets to the apex of my thighs, swiping his hand through my folds. I grip his biceps to steady myself, and he lets out a low noise. “I think she needs a little help,” he smirks.

I squeak in defiance; I know I’m wet enough. I don’t think it is even possible to bemoreready, but I see the look on Vince’s face, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s making me wait longer, but also, I’m pretty sure he knows what Brent is going to tell him to do next. And he wants what that is. So do I.

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