Page 113 of Match Point

We’d done this enough that I was no longer an amateur. In fact, double penetration was the way I preferred it now. There was something about two men at the same time, taking me in different ways, that was incredibly taboo and erotic. It feltamazinghaving their dicks inside me at the same time, rubbing against each other inside my body. By comparison I always felt so hollow when I was only with one of them. Empty, in need of completion.

Before Gabriel could push as deep as he could, Tristan was up on the bed in front of me, his own stiff length standing erect before him. “I don’t take charge enough, do I?” he asked with a mischievous look sparkling in those eyes.

I batted my eyelashes at him. “Not nearly enough.”

He grabbed my head and forced it down on his cock with a little bit of strength, making my lips go halfway down on the shaft. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back, squeezing it so that I had to tilt my head up to him.

“How’s that?”

I sneered. “You’re the current Australian Open champion. Is that really the best you can do?”

He growled a sexy growl and pushed me back down on him, moving my head with his strong hand. Gabriel was deeper and deeper into my ass with every second, our quadruple joining finally complete.

Slowly they fucked me: Gabriel in my ass, Dominic in my pussy, and Tristan going to town on my throat like there was no tomorrow. When I was a professional tennis player, I was strong and confident and powerful. But in the bedroom? I was their fuck doll. Their toy to be used however they saw fit.

And I loved every second of it.

The sounds I let out were animal-like as they triple fucked me. My body wasn’t my own--it belonged to the pleasure, a captive to the waves of bliss that rolled over me. Every nerve in my body tingled with ecstasy as my first orgasm pummeled me, and then was followed by a second one. On and on they went, in such quick succession that it was difficult to tell where one ended and another began. Faster and faster they moved, pistoning into me from every angle.

They didn’t last long. They never did; a fact that always filled me with tremendous satisfaction. Tristan gripped my head with both hands and pushed me all the way down to his base as he roared and filled my throat with his come. I moaned around him, relishing the way his cock spasmed again and again. Gabriel and Dominic were close behind, their strokes longer and more frenzied. I didn’t know which of them came first but their voices rose together, a chorus of manly pleasure caused by me and my body as they filled me to the brim with their seed.

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The thing I loved most about being with my three men were the intimate moments after lovemaking, when we were all quiet and spent and vulnerable. The four of us were spread out on Tristan’s bed, a jumble of legs and arms and tangled sheets.

“Okay, it is time,” Gabriel said after a while. “You must choose one of us.”

I giggled. “I would never be able to do that.”

“For the sake of curiosity, let us suppose you had to,” Gabriel continued. “A thought experiment.”

“In that case, I choose whichever one of youisn’tputting me on the spot,” I replied.

Dominic and Tristan glanced at each other. “Nice,” they both said at the same time.

“Very well. I will continue to share you,” Gabriel said.

I rolled my head over to look at him. “Are you sure you don’t mind? You don’t need to have me all to yourself?”

He frowned in thought before answering. “If it were two different men, perhaps it would be different. But I am quite happy with our situation.”

“Cheers to that,” Tristan agreed.

“We should probably discuss the future,” Dominic said slowly. “Do you want children?”

“Way to bring the mood down, mate,” Tristan said.

“It’s been on my mind a while. I’m curious about how we all feel.”

“I’ve thought about it,” I admitted. “Honestly? I’m undecided. I’ve always liked theideaof being a mother, but I expected the desire to come as I got older. Yet here I am, almost thirty-one years old and I still don’t think I’m ready.”

“That’s okay,” Dominic said. “I’m still not sure myself.”

“Then why did you ask?” Gabriel asked.

“I was hoping her feelings would be more clear!”

“The thing that scares me the most is pregnancy,” I explained. “A little human tearing its way out of my vagina like a bull charging through a tennis net? Ugh. I wish we had a better way of doing things by now.”

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