Page 112 of Match Point

“Sorry, but the bottle has spoken.”

“There’s plenty of me to go around,” I said. “I swear, sometimes it feels like having three boyfriends means having threeboysto manage.”

“He is the one who started it,” Gabriel said.

We barely made it upstairs to Tristan’s bedroom before he was putting his hands around my waist. “You like it when I take charge, do ya?” he whispered in my ear.

“Mmm hmm.”

He spun me around and kissed me hard, biting my upper lip in his hurry to stick his tongue into my mouth. The forcefulness of it made me feel warm and tingly as he grabbed my thighs and lifted me into the air like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him tight like an anaconda, not letting go.

He stepped backwards until he hit the wall next to the bed, then lowered me to the ground. In one smooth motion he dropped to his knees and raised my dress over my hips, revealing my nude lower half.

Tristan looked up at me with hunger in his eyes. “No panties?”

“They just get in the way.”

“Mon dieu,” Gabriel whispered to himself as they joined us in the room, catching sight of my bare skin.

Tristan buried his face between my legs, devouring me like the first meal after a fast. I moaned and put my hand on the back of his head while leaning my hips into him, pressing his head against the wall.

Gabriel was behind me in short order, nibbling up my thighs until he reached my bare cheeks. Then he spread them wide and invaded my rear with his tongue, jamming it straight inside as deep as it would go. Gabriel was the king of rimjobs, and I’d grown to love them almost as much as having my pussy eaten.

But when I had both at the same time?

The way their tongues twirled and undulated, pincering me, had me groaning and shuddering within minutes. Four hands held me upright while I let the pleasure wash over me until I could barely stand.

“Here,” Dominic breathed in my ear, adding a third pair of hands to my skin. “Let’s get you horizontal.”

I let him carry me to the bed, lowering me with gentle grace. He covered me with his body, hard and smooth and smelling like faded cologne.

“How about we cuddle?” Dominic said, laying next to me and spooning me.

“What if I don’t want to just cuddle?” I asked.

He arched an eyebrow.

Tristan and Gabriel knelt on the foot of the bed. “We don’t need to get off,” Tristan said.

“Pleasing you is fun enough,” Gabriel agreed.

“Don’t you dare tease me,” I said, pulling Dominic back on top of me. “I want all three of you at once. We have some celebrating to do tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

I answered Dominic by wedging his lips apart with my tongue and French kissing him, spreading my legs until he lowered his body into mine. Within seconds I had his belt off and his pants unzipped, and then he did that awkward little shimmy to kick them off.

“Roll over,” I said, pushing him in the chest until he was laying on his back. I mounted him, lowering my dripping sex over his cock until I felt its warmth brushing against mine. He slid inside easily, each inch of his hard length pushing deeper with that wonderful ache of lovemaking.

I arched my back on top of him and raked my hands over his chest, hastily ripping open the buttons of his shirt so I could touch skin. I rode him slowly, savoring the gazes of my other two lovers who were watching from the side with hungry eyes.

“More,” I eventually said, twisting my head to look at the observers. “I need more.”

“Think you can handle it?” Gabriel said, nude and stroking himself.

“I always do...” The final syllable extended into a long moan.

I felt him crouch behind me, guiding the tip of his cock up and down my cheeks. I was still wonderfully lubricated from his tongue, and his cock pushed inside without hesitation.

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