Page 38 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends
I don’t know how he knows, but he does, and he hooks himself deeper still, hitting that spot that makes me moan into Gavin’s mouth when he kisses me. The moment his lips meet mine, it’s all over. I come again, unable to stop, unable to do more than take it.
My nails scrape down Harrison’s shoulders until they plant. He snarls from the pain, arching his back to shove himself deeper still as he comes. Jack is next, wrapping his arms around me while his hips do wicked things. He swells even larger, splitting me open, right before he comes up my ass.
The world is wet in every direction but one.
I turn to Gavin, who brushes my hair back from my face. He studies my mouth for a moment. “Stick out your tongue.”
I obey as he stands on the bed, one hand braced on the ceiling for balance. He strokes himself right in front of me, piercing catching the firelight, and when I lean to swallow him down, he leans back. Just out of reach.
“You get my cock in your mouth when I decide you get it, and not a moment sooner.”
“The girl’s volunteering to suck your dick, and you say no?” Harrison rasps.
The dick in question turns darker, and Gavin doesn’t deign to answer the question. His gaze has me trapped within it. My tongue is lonely for him. I’m full of cock and cum, and I want one more.
I’m greedy. Sue me.
Gavin’s focus breaks for only a moment as he starts to come, and I take advantage, swallowing him down. When he tries to pull back, I trap his piercing in my teeth. He laughs once. “Bad girl!”
He doesn’t mean it.
He fucks my mouth, the piercing tickling my throat now. His free hand cups the back of my head, and I can’t sit still anymore. Harrison’s gone half-soft inside of me, but I’m grinding against him anyway, and that seems to wake his cock up. That power over him, the control, it turns me on like nothing else. He murmurs, “Fuck, keep going.”
Jack taunts, “She’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t she?”
I whimper. He called me that the first night we were together.
“She fucking is,” Gavin grunts. “Right the fuck now, pet.” He shoves deep, coming down the back of my throat. I drink as fast as I can, losing only a little out the corner of my mouth.
Harrison reaches down for my clit while I grind on him. Again, I see stars when I come, this time with the taste of Gavin in my mouth. I lose count of how many times I fall apart. The last thing I remember is quivering in Harrison’s arms as my eyes shut tight.
I wake hours later on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, my body warm and aching and gloriously undone. One of them—Jack, I think—placed a folded sweatshirt beneath my head like a pillow. There’s water on the coffee table. A leftover lime wedge on the floor.
They’re gone.
I sit up slowly, heart still racing, brain foggy with aftershocks. God. What have I done? I press a hand to my chest and try to slow my breathing.
It was incredible.
But now…now I’m not sure where I stand. The heat is fading, and the doubt is creeping in. This wasn’t just a mistake—it was a choice. A series of choices. And I don’t know if we can come back from it.
What does this mean for work? For my future at VT? For my kids?
I want to believe they care about me. That this isn’t just some power trip. That I’m not a novelty or an experiment or a secretfantasy they’ll eventually grow bored of. But it’s easier to believe things when they’re kissing you.
When they’re quiet and gone? That’s when it gets complicated.
I gather my clothes and move upstairs in the dark. My guest room is still untouched, save for the luggage in the corner. I slip inside and close the door behind me, then slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor, blanket clutched to my chest.
Tears prick my eyes. Not because I regret it. But because Idon’t.And I’m terrified of what that means.
10
JACK
I’ve always beenan early riser.
Not because I like sunrises. I don’t. They’re quiet and slow and oddly sentimental, and I’ve never had much use for any of those things. But waking up early means I control the day before it has a chance to control me. And that’s something I do believe in.
