Page 5 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends
Gavin feasts his eyes on the new position, on me. “Always knew you were a hot little thing. Let’s see what happens when we set you on fire.” He pushes Jack’s head from behind, forcing his face harder against me.
I lose it. Too much pressure from Jack’s tongue, and I’m too on display. There’s no holding back. My moans fill the space, echoing off the dark wood walls as I come on Jack’s face.
Gavin releases him, and Jack stands up, face glossy as he comes in for a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, his tongue. He presses his forehead to mine. “You taste so sweet.”
“Yeah, but how does shefeel?” Gavin murmurs.
“Slick. Tight,” Jack says, with firsthand knowledge. But that wasn’t an admission about what happened seven years ago. He could just as easily be talking about tonight.
Gavin and Harrison don’t know anything damning yet.
Harrison’s forearms spread me open wider. “You should find out for yourself, Thatcher.” Jack moves out of the way, letting Gavin crowd between my thighs.
Gavin cocks his head like a predatory bird. “You remember the rule, right?”
My head is fogged from orgasm. “Rule?”
“If you want us to stop, tell us to stop.”
“Right, I?—”
His hand is fast on me, palm gliding over the wetness Jack left behind. Gavin hisses through his teeth. “Fuck.” His fingertips curl as he passes back and forth, adding more friction without entering me. Back and forth, back and forth.
I’m shaking again already and trying to ride his hand, but I can’t. Not with Harrison keeping my legs spread. I don’t mean to say it. “I need more.”
“Yes, you do,” Gavin says, his other hand reaching for his pants. “So do I.” He’s unbuckled and unzipped in a flash, and his cock is out. Something shiny catches my eye. Precum? No, is that—he’s pierced there, right at the head.
I’m hit with the same thought I had that fateful night with Jack. How is that going to fit?
Gavin lines himself up with me, rubbing the piercing up and down my slit. He’s teasing me with it. There’s that dimple-smirk again. “Say it.”
“I need more,” I hiss out again.
He drives forward, sinking to the hilt. The stretch from his girth is almost too much, and I cry out. Gavin slows, but doesn’t exit as the piercing hits my G-spot, checking in with intense eye contact. But I can’t speak—I’m already too close to the edge.
Jack says, “Don’t stop. She can take it.”
I nod slightly, and that’s all Gavin needs. He pumps into me, harder on every stroke, groaning my name. This is stupid and glorious and I never want it to end. I’m right there when Jackreaches between our bodies for my clit, letting Gavin smash his fingers against me with each thrust. Heat doesn’t pool in my core—it ignites. My head knocks back against Harrison’s shoulder when I gasp. The climax steals my breath, wrecks my throat as I scream.
“Fuck yes, that’s it, pet, come on my cock,” Gavin demands, voice low.
I can’t breathe again, this time for a much better reason than claustrophobia. But just as I start to fill my lungs, Gavin presses against me with his body. It forces me harder against Harrison, his back to the wall. I’m sandwiched in the best way possible. Gavin kisses me, his hips making tiny thrusts now, like he doesn’t want to retract fully anymore. I can feel the piercing better now, feel his pulse in his cock, the swelling of him inside me.
Jack murmurs in my ear, “Come again for us, sweetheart. Do it soon, or Harrison’s going to have to fuck your ass.”
For emphasis, Harrison thrusts against me there, and that extra stimulation sends me into the stratosphere, coming yet again. Gavin pumps into me like a wild man until he pulls out and comes into his hand, cursing the whole time. He steps back, cleaning his hand with a handkerchief as he tries to catch his breath.
“My turn,” Harrison mutters. He sets me down, and before my legs can adjust to standing, he spins me around.
The back wall of the elevator is a mirror.
I look disheveled in every possible way. Curly brown hair mussed, skirt for a belt, nothing below the waist but my sensiblepumps. And Harrison, meeting my eyes in the mirror, every bit the beast he’s built like.
He takes my hands and places them on the mirror before pulling my hips back. “Look at your eyes, pretty girl. Watch what happens.” His cock is right at my pussy from behind. “See the faces you make when you get fucked properly.” He dives in deep, stuffing himself into me with a hard shove.
My eyes flutter back, but Jack fists my hair to focus me. “He said to watch.”
And I do. I watch Harrison fuck me, watch the way Jack’s hunger lights him from the inside, and I watch Gavin stroke himself over his pants as he watches us too.
