When Rivals Love (Bayshore Rivals 3)

Sullivan is the first to make a move, his hands gently cradle my cheeks as he comes in for a kiss. As soon as his lips meet mine, a fire sparks in my belly. I need him. I need all three of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Banks moves behind me, pressing hot mouthed kisses against my flesh.

I’m practically melting, and they haven’t even reached the most important spots yet.

“I need to taste you…” Oliver all but growls, moving to his knees.

Breaking the kiss with Sullivan for half a second, I release a gasped, “Yes.”

In a second, I’m moved to my back, all three of them hover over me with their eyes overlooking my body like I’m some kind of sacrificial lamb. Sullivan trails his hands down my body, while Oliver spreads my thighs. An electrical current ripples through me. It feels like I’ve been struck by lightning.

Banks leans forward his hot breath fanning against my hardened nipple. The look in his eyes screams hunger. He wants to devour me from the inside out. And I’ll let him. I’ll let him and his brothers do whatever they want to me.

“Oh, god…” The words just fall from my mouth when Banks’ lips circle my nipple, and Oliver licks me from ass to slit.

“Fuck,” Sullivan exhales, licking his lips one last time before they crash against my own. Oliver worships me with his tongue, feasting on me like I’m his last supper. Banks alternates between each breast flicking furiously against the tight nub before slowing down, teasing me at a treacherous pace.

While Sullivan may seem as if he’s doing nothing, he is kissing me like a woman should be kissed, with love and adoration. I moan between our kisses, feeling my pulse pound in my ears, and my body shudders as red hot heat spreads through my limbs.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you are when you’re coming?” Sullivan whispers into the shell of my ear as he peppers kisses along my throat. “Your pale cheeks are tinted the color of roses, and your chest rises and falls so rapidly. I’ve never seen your eyes so big and bright. Fall apart, sweetheart, and I promise, we’ll catch you.”

I’d never before thought that the cliché come on command thing worked, but it’s like my body is tethered to his words, waiting with bated breath for his next command. Colorful spots of light appear before my eyes as they drift closed, my entire body shaking, a whole array of fireworks going off inside my belly.

“Fuck,” Banks exhales, “holy shit…”

Oliver continues to feast on me, even as I drift down from my orgasm like a feather floating in the wind. From that moment on, I’m melting, becoming a goopy mess of soul-searing post-orgasmic bliss.

I can feel the sheets growing wet beneath my ass. I’m soaked, lying in a puddle of my own arousal. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but that’s the last thing on my mind. My hands move to his hair, and I hold him in place between my thighs, needing him and the pleasure he gives me like it’s my next breath.

Oliver spreads me with his fingers and licks my clit with an unbridled hunger. I feel the tingling build deep inside my core again, my back slightly arching off the bed, when Oliver’s fingers move down to my other opening. Before I can think about how wrong this is, his finger is massaging me there, and all that’s left in my mind is how good it feels.

“You like that?” Banks asks, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I admit in between heavy panting. My moans become even louder when Oliver pushes the tip of his finger inside, probing the tight ring of muscle while simultaneously working my clit with his tongue. Banks and Sullivan have their hands on me too, I have lost track of who is touching me where. All I know is that I feel like I’m being worshiped by these men.

When Oliver dips his finger into my ass even further, while sucking on my clit for all he’s worth, I’m tipped over the edge once more. I go off like a rocket, soaring through the air, shattering into a million little pieces in the night sky. Tremors wrack my body post-orgasm, and I whimper like a wounded animal as Oliver releases his hold on my thighs.

He climbs up the king-size bed and lies down next to me, he turns my head so I can see him. I’m still coming down from the second orgasm, my limbs feel heavy and feather-light all at once.

“I want you to ride me, baby, and while you do that, Banks is going to claim your ass,” Oliver orders, beckoning me with his finger to come to him.