Page 128 of Isla

"Oh, I have been enjoying myself," I assure him, biting my lip as I think of how Henry's cock felt pounding into me earlier.

"Stop right this second," Theo growls, his pupils blowing wide.

"Stop what?"

"Thinking about fucking us."

“I–"

"Don't lie, Sunflower," he growls, cutting me off.

I snap my mouth closed, trying not to laugh. "It's not like we could do anything in here, anyway," I say, gesturing to our cramped quarters.

"Is that a challenge?" he asks, his eyes flashing.

"No!"

"You're sure?" Dylan asks, grabbing my hand and pressing it to his crotch. He's hard as a rock. I tug up his shirt, and sure enough, the head of his cock is peeking out of his waistband.

"Do you need a little help?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow, my mouth already watering. I have no restraint when it comes to them.

He shakes his head. "Theo first."

I look over at Theo, raising my eyebrows in question. He crooks his finger, beckoning me, a challenge in his eyes. As I slide under the table, the train starts moving, jostling me against the wall. I grab onto Theo's leg and nearly faint when I see the way his hand is wrapped around his cock, tugging on it. I cover his hand with mine, sliding it up and down his shaft as I get comfortable between his knees. I swipe the tip of my tongue along his slit, lapping up the drop of precum. His hips push forward involuntarily, sinking the head of his cock past my lips. He cups the back of my head, holding me still as he fucks my mouth, his movements uncoordinated and jerky.

"Fuck, Isla. Watching you in the car absolutely undid me," hegroans as he thrusts into my mouth. "I swear if you had just touched my cock, I would have come in my pants."

"You should have told me; I would have liked to see that," I mumble around him, taking him deep, hollowing my cheeks as I pull back. His hips flex, trying to keep his cock in my mouth, but I let him pop out, worshipping his swollen head before taking him deep again. I remember a time when I hated giving head, but there's something about the three of them that makes me crave it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he pants, his fingers digging into my scalp as his restraint slips. I reach inside his pants, palming his balls, tugging on them before following the ridge of flesh up the back until I get to his taint. I press firmly as I take him into the back of my throat, swallowing around his thick shaft.

"Fuck," he bites out, his entire body stiffening. I hum around him, milking his cock with my mouth. I press harder and he suddenly comes to life, his hips bucking against me, his hand tightening in my hair as his cock pulses in my mouth, shooting cum down my throat. I swallow greedily, not letting up on the suction until he's spent. I pull away slowly, cleaning him with my tongue as I go.

"My turn," Dylan grinds out, a dangerous edge to his voice. He helps me from under the table and pulls me into his lap. His cock impales me without warning, shocking my system, sending waves of pleasure rocking through me. Henry sits down next to us, blocking the view of anyone who might pass by outside our compartment.

"I wish I could chase you, Isla. I would catch you and fuck you against the window for the world to see," Dylan whispers in my ear.

"I can try to get away from you in here." When he doesn't say anything, I launch myself across the table before he has time to act. He stands, latching onto the back of my neck with one hand and my thigh with the other, holding me down and slamming into my pussy.

"Fucking hell, Dylan," Theo mutters, both he and Henry standing to shield us from anyone that may happen to walk by. I grip the opposite edge of the table, giving me the leverage I need to keep myself from slipping off the other side. He slides both hands underneath me, one cupping my breast and the other cupping my pussy, holdingme tight against his body as he fucks me senseless. Between the thrill of his demeanor and the threat of getting caught, I come almost immediately, my pussy convulsing around his cock, coaxing him to orgasm. He jerks me back against him and thrusts hard, the head of his cock pulsing deep inside me as he spills his seed.

"I swear you have a magic cunt," he pants, his lips moving against my ear as he slowly thrusts back and forth, wringing every drop of pleasure he can from our bodies.

"That's what they all say," I quip, wincing when I realize what came out of my mouth while his cock is still in me. Dylan growls, pulling out and flipping me over before ramming back in.

"Not any fucking more, they don't." He cups the back of my head in his palm and crushes his lips against mine in a rough, punishing, absolutely perfect kiss.

"Someone is coming!" Henry hisses, his eyes wide. He pulls my underwear from his pocket and tosses it to me. I wiggle them on, smooth my dress, and sit back down. Dylan is buttoning his pants when we hear a knock on the door. A middle-aged woman opens the door wide, smiling politely at us.

"Ms. MacLeod?"

“Yes?” I smile, trying to look innocent as I attempt to smooth my hair.

"If you'd like a tour of the first-class car and the dining carriage, now would be the best time."

"Yes, that would be nice, thank you." I smile at her, hoping to God it doesn't smell like sex in here.

She looks at the guys like she's trying to solve a puzzle. “Your brothers can stay if you'd like; this will only take a few minutes."

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