Page 37 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends
Jack slides his hands beneath the hem of my sweater. Gavin kisses me again, slower this time, while Harrison pulls the elastic from my hair and lets it fall in waves over my shoulders. They undress me like they’ve practiced this. Like they’ve dreamed of this.
And maybe they have. God knows I have.
They guide me toward the first-floor bedroom. A fire crackles in the hearth as I lower down onto the pillows, my sweater gone, leggings peeled away, bra unclasped, underwear vanished. Every inch of me exposed to their eyes, their hands, their mouths.
Jack drops to his knees between mine and looks up at me like I’m the center of the goddamn universe. Then he leans in. His mouth finds the place between my thighs like he was made for it.
My head falls back against the pillows, and a cry escapes me before I can stop it.
Harrison kneels beside me, kissing my neck, his hands stroking my ribs, my stomach, up to cup my breasts. He groans when I arch into him.
Gavin stays standing. Watching. His expression tight. Controlled. But his hands are shaking when he loosens his belt, and when I reach for him, he doesn’t stop me.
Time bends. The fire crackles louder. I come on Jack’s tongue, sobbing his name. Harrison lifts me into his lap and thrusts into me, slow and deep, while Gavin kisses me like he owns me.
Right now, they all do.
Jack kisses my other shoulder before resting his stubble-covered chin there. He’s watching them fuck me, watching them touch me. Enjoying the show, by the feel of his hard cock pressed against my lower back. His hands curl around my hips, guiding me up and down Harrison’s length. He murmurs in my ear, “You need more, don’t you?”
My head tips back, pleasure building inside my core. Gavin kisses my throat as I rumble, “Yes. More.”
It happens in a flash. Maybe he was already ready for me to say yes. Jack’s cock presses against my ass, aiming true.
Panic pries my senseless mouth open. “I’ve never done that!”
A low growl echoes from his chest. “Perfect time to try something new.” He pushes in, just a little. Just enough.
My eyes roll back in my head. What the hell? Gavin’s palms skim over my nipples, Harrison pulls out to the tip, and Jack plundersonward, halfway up my ass. Why does this feel so fucking incredible? I can’t even see straight, so I close my eyes and take it all in.
And take all of Jack in. Fuck.
He licks the sweat from the nape of my neck and groans, “Fuck, your ass is so tight, sweetheart. You like it, I can tell. You’re shaking for us.”
I’m not shaking. I’m vibrating. Into another plane of existence.
The pain is just edged out by the pleasure, and I’m losing my mind in the best and worst way. I can’t speak. Can’t think. I whimper, “Close.”
Gavin’s fingertips trail all over my skin, lower and lower, until he reaches my clit. I nearly rocket over the edge, but then his palm replaces his fingertips. Just resting there, right above where Harrison and I meet. Heat fills my bones, ready to explode. Gavin leans close to nuzzle between my tits. When he stops there, the other two stop moving too.
The absence of friction is maddening. How can they just freeze like this? My body is too on edge, too hot, too weak. My mind scrambles. “What—what’s wrong?—”
Gavin’s near-black eyes somehow go darker when he looks up at me from between my tits. His growl is low, haunting. “Now.”
“What?”
The three of them charge at me, Harrison thrusting up, Gavin mashing his palm on my clit, and Jack dipping deeper. All three of them, one after the other in their own rhythm.
I can’t breathe. I erupt instead, unleashing a howl of pleasure. Their curses follow while they keep the beat, Harrison, Gavin, Jack, all three in a wave that crashes through me until I have nothing left to give. When I collapse onto Harrison’s chest, my ass spreads wider.
Jack takes full advantage, going deeper than before. He’s practically in my throat, while Harrison and Gavin take turns kissing me. Jack grips my hips, still taking my ass as roughly as he ever fucked my pussy. “Sweetheart, you’re in trouble.”
I can hardly speak. Another climax is coming. But I try to glance back at him.
“You look too good bent over on him like that. I’m gonna fuck your ass every chance I get. Morning.”Thrust. “Noon.”Thrust. “And night.”
Gavin teases, “We’ll have to put some cushions down, so she can sit after all that, Jack.”
Harrison grunts, “She can sit on my face.” Then his body goes tense. “She’s about to come again.”
