Page 124 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends
Gavin lays me back on the bed, his hands framing my face, his body stretched over mine. He takes his time relearning every inch of me like it’s been too long—because it has. Every kiss from him is laced with something quiet and consuming. Ownership in the most sacred, consensual way. I feel every beat of his heart echoing in my skin.
Jack kisses me from the side, tracing his mouth down my neck, over the curve of my shoulder, teeth grazing where he knows I’m sensitive. His eyes are so dark with hunger it sends a rush of heat straight through me.
Harrison holds my thigh as he leans down, his lips brushing my hip bone, the edge of my stomach, my navel. His strength has always been a comfort, but tonight it’s an ache. He worships with his body, slow and strong and patient. When I reach for him, his fingers link with mine, anchoring me like I’m a thing worth protecting. Like I always have been.
Jack bites my earlobe. Licks it, making me shiver. “I’m starving, sweetheart.”
I giggle. “Are you asking for a snack? Now?”
I feel him grin against my cheek. “Yeah. I am.” He leans up. “Excuse us, boys.” Then he pulls me onto his chest, straddling him.
“What are you doing, you crazy man?”
“Told you. I’m starving.” He wriggles and wedges, and there’s nothing smooth about this until he has my knees on either side of his head. “Sit.”
“It’s very weird taking orders from someone I’m on top of. And?—”
“Sit on his face, pet,” Gavin says from behind me. His hands guide my hips until I’m nestled onto Jack’s face. His dark voice murmurs in my ear, “Good girl.”
Jack’s arms latch over my thighs to keep me in place as he takes his first lick and I shudder. From there, it’s a blur of sensation—I can’t tell where his tongue will end up next. Heat pools like water behind a dam.
“Ride him, pet.”
“I’ll drown him!”
Harrison laughs. “If he dies, he dies.”
“Everyone should die doing someone they love,” Gavin adds.
“You two are impossible?—”
But then Jack shifts, his tongue swirls, and I lose my ability to speak. Only moan.
Harrison joins us, standing on the bed right in front of me. “Open that pretty mouth of yours for me.”
Mindlessly, I do, and he thrusts forward, making me taste every inch of him. Gavin’s hands and mouth are everywhere the other two aren’t. When he pinches my nipple, my orgasm starts up. Just the edge of it. I’m almost there, when he spanks my ass with his other hand. That sharp pain mixing with the sheer pleasure takes me somewhere else.
My mind floats on a sea of bliss.
Gavin tips me forward ever so slightly. Just enough to access my ass. First his fingers, then his tongue, and I’m gone. I lose it right then, coming so hard I might choke on Harrison and pass out. He pulls me down his length, forcing me to take him in my throat. The lack of oxygen extends my orgasm into something hotter, brighter.
When I come back to my body, they’re on the move. Shifting, tangled limbs. Kisses passed between hands, mouths, skin. Gavin inside me first, his piercing hitting the mark on each stroke, while Jack murmurs dirty praise into my ear and Harrison plucks my nipples until I’m gasping. Gavin fills me up, his cock erupting deep inside.
Then Jack replaces him, and he’s wild and teasing. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re taking my cock so good. Mm, fuck, look at that. Look at us.” When he leans back, I do. Watching them shuttle in and out of me turns me on in some primal way I don’t understand and can’t look away from.
Until someone blindfolds me.
Then, everything is sensation. Someone’s fingers on my collarbone. Jack, gliding in and out at an unpredictable pace. Someone else’s lips are on my shoulder, my mouth, my chest—his mouth never stops moving.
I’m ready to explode. And I do. Then Jack does with a curse, smacking his body into mine as he does.
I’m so wet inside. So full. So loved.
Then it’s Harrison’s turn, and he pulls the blindfold off and kisses me like I’m his beginning and end, moving inside me with a strength that unravels everything I’ve been holding in formonths. He rolls us over, so I’m on top, and all of that slickness pours out between us, messing the sheets.
His big hands cup my ass as I ride him, but he takes over, pushing and pulling me up and down his cock as he thrusts up too. This is all him now. My job is to take it. Every brush of him against my G-spot makes me tremble and gasp for more. It’s coming fast?—
“That’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs as he slows down.
