Page 48 of Swallow Your Fear
“Only if you want to,” Henley said hesitantly.
I nodded up at him and parted my lips. He slid in, and Booker’s thumb praised me as it stroked my side.
“You look so fucking good taking all three of us,” Booker groaned as the two of them picked up their pace.
Henley hit the back of my throat and I gagged, my eyes watering on instinct. He slid out slowly, then did it again, and again.
One of Booker’s hands wrapped around my breast, squeezing. “Just like how I taught you, little slut.”
My throat hummed around Henley’s cock as Austin fucked my ass relentlessly. They filled every part of me, and my body was on fire with the feeling of them. It was overwhelming and a welcome blissful sensation all at the same time, and I wanted to rupture.
Henley pulled out again, pumping his cock. “Can I come in your mouth, Brynne?”
I glanced down at Booker again. He was in charge, and I’d gladly let him make the decisions.
Booker nodded, releasing my breast to wrap a rough hand around my throat. Henley took that as his answer.
Henley slid past my swollen lips, fucking my mouth as hard as Booker and Austin were thrusting. Booker squeezedmy neck, cutting off my breath as Henley continued hitting the back of my throat. With a groan, warmth spurted across my tongue, coating me. I swallowed every last drop after Booker relaxed his hand. Henley’s hold on the rope slackened slightly, my elbows bending with the act.
Booker took that as his cue and hooked his hands under my armpits, bringing me down as Henley dropped the rope. My hands were still tied as Booker placed them on his chest, their thrusts insistent.
Behind me, Austin spanked my ass at the same time Booker set a thumb on my clit, rubbing circles around the bud. I gasped at the pressure building in my core, and then my muscles tightened, my thighs gripping Booker’s hips as I let go. Austin and Booker quickened their pace as I released around them, my body shaking with their cocks filling me.
Right when I thought I was coming down from my orgasm, another wracked through me as Booker increased the pressure on my clit. I screamed, Booker’s name a curse on my lips as my legs shook.
Then, Austin let out a groan, and he seated himself deep inside me. Warmth filled me soon after as Booker did the same. With the two of them as deep as they could go, I almost felt pressure build for a third time. Booker could tell, and his thumb made hard circles on my sensitive bud, and then I was shaking again. The room filled with my moans as I fell to his chest, panting and shaking.
Slowly, Austin slid out from behind me, and then it was just me and Booker. He held me, letting my breathing return to normal and the shaking to stop flowing through my limbs. While my lungs heaved, Austincame over to untie the rope around my wrists, and then Henley was there, running lotion along the abrasions.
I sat up slightly, eying him. “Thank you.”
He gave me a short nod, and one glance at the two of them told me they’d already cleaned themselves up and situated their pants.
As soon as Henley was done rubbing in the lotion, I sat up straighter, looking down at Booker. His eyes glistened in the candlelight as he stared up at me, his hand running a slow circle on my hip.
We held each other, mentally and physically, in that moment, and what I saw in his gaze couldn’t be what I thought it was, but the realization hit me all the same.
Booker felt a lot more for me than I originally thought.
Blinking, I moved to get up, and he shoved up on his elbows to help me stand. He was beside me in a flash, pulling off his sweatshirt. “Wear this.”
Before I could take it from him, he was pulling it over my head, helping lead my arms through the sleeves. It was huge on me.
As I pulled my hair out of the neckline, he handed me my shorts and thong, and I slid them on. The sweatshirt covered them, but it was a lot warmer than what I’d had on before. Reaching up underneath, I fixed my breasts back into my top as Booker ran a thumb along my chin, wiping away the lingering saliva.
“I should go find McKenna,” I said, realizing that she wouldn’t have found us even if she did go looking.
Booker grabbed my hand. “I’ll come with while they clean up here.”
I frowned at him. “You have your friends fuck your girl and then make them do the cleanup?”
The reality that I’d just called myself his girl hit the both of us at the same time. His thumb grazed the side of my hand in response.
“Looks like it,” he said.
I shook my head. “Nuh-uh. You help them. I think I can handle finding my best friend on my own. I feel kind of bad that I ditched her.”
He tugged me toward him, our chests pressed together. “She told us to go ahead.”
