Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

The car engine turns off, and then Reese and Trent quickly slide out of the car. They both come around to the side and open the door next to West, and I wrap my legs around him as he steps out too. My bare breasts are pressed against his chest, and the other two men gather around us protectively and possessively, making sure no one else can see.

I’m so desperate for more that I’m practically writhing in West’s arms as he carries me to the door. Trent shoves his key in the lock, and a second later, we all spill inside.

I’m expecting West to carry me to his bedroom. The guys aren’t picky about which room we end up in, but whoever makes the choice usually goes with his.

But we don’t even make it that far.

Instead, I’m deposited on my feet in the middle of the living room. Before I can even worry about finding my balance, Trent and Reese are on either side of me, holding me up and supporting me. And it’s a good thing they do, because a second later, West drops to his knees in front of me. He lifts my sundress with one large hand as his other yanks my panties down my legs, quickly getting rid of them and my sandals.

Then his hand slides back up my leg, gripping my thigh and hoisting it over his shoulder before repeating the action on the other side. The billowy fabric of my sundress covers his head as he buries his face between my legs and laps at me with the flat of his tongue like a cat.

“Fuck!”

His action is so intense and unexpected that my body has no time to prepare for the onslaught of sensations, no time to brace for them. Pleasure spreads through me on electric waves and I twist in Reese and Trent’s arms, trying to withstand the overload.

“We’ve got you, Ems,” Reese murmurs, massaging my bare breast with one hand while he holds me steady with the other. His lips trail over my shoulder, tasting my skin like it’s the best dessert he’s ever had.

“Just let go. Come on West’s tongue. Come all over his face,” Trent groans, nipping at my jaw as I lean into his hold.

And that’s all the encouragement I need.

My body has been in a heightened state of arousal since that moment in the hallway with Reese—hell, since before we even entered the restaurant—and the orgasm that’s been lying in wait hits me like a ton of bricks, nearly bowling me over.

I ride West’s face without an ounce of shame, and the rolling undulations of my hips only seem to spur him on. He licks me harder and faster, thrusting his tongue into my pussy like he’s trying to fuck me with it.

“Oh God! West. Trent. Reese…”

Their names fall from my lips with an almost reverent plea as my body goes limp in their arms, finally relaxing as the waves of ecstasy subside.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you. Always.”

Reese presses his lips to mine to seal his promise, and then he and Trent slowly help me disentangle from West, lifting me off his shoulders. When I look down at the man with the cloud-gray eyes and broad features, his lips and chin are wet with my arousal.

Maybe there was a time in my life when that would’ve made me blush. Would’ve made me burn with embarrassment for how wet he had made me. But now, it just lights a spark inside my core.

As soon as Trent and Reese settle me back on my feet, I drop to my knees too, wrapping my arms around West’s neck and kissing him. I can taste myself on him, and I love the taste of my arousal on his lips. It’s dirty and hot and sweet at the same time.

My hands are already scrabbling at his pants, unzipping them and shoving them down, pushing his boxer briefs down over his swollen, hard cock too. He tugs his shirt over his head as Reese and Trent help me undress, and by the time I’m out of my sundress, West has kicked off his pants.

He hauls me toward him for another kiss, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. When we break apart for air, Trent and Reese stand on either side of us, already fisting their cocks.

Reese is shirtless, his pants hanging open at the zipper and shoved halfway down his thighs. I fucking love that he couldn’t wait to get them all the way off, that he needed to touch himself first. That the sight of me and his friend like this was too much for him to stand.

I shift my gaze to Trent and find him staring at me with a ravenous expression on his face. As I watch, he kicks off his pants and tosses them aside. His gaze stays on me as he strokes his cock with harsh, deliberate movements.

There’s something almost threatening in the gesture, as if he’s warning me how he’ll fuck me later, and the sight of it makes my toes curl as desire spikes in my bloodstream.

“Is tonight the night, Ems?” he asks, his voice low. “Do you want all of us? Can you take me in your ass while West fucks you? Will you suck Reese so we can all see that gorgeous mouth of yours wrapped around his cock?”

I shiver, on the verge of coming already just from hearing him say all that. “Yes, please. Fuck, yes.”

“God, I love you.”

He drops down beside me and West and plants a devastating kiss on my lips, then slaps my ass hard enough to make me yelp. His hand massages away the sting before slipping down between my legs to feel the gush of arousal that dampens my folds.

“You’re so fucking wet. You’re going to coat my dick in your cream, aren’t you? To make it easier for your ass to take me?”

My eyes are practically rolling back in my head as his fingers slide between my pussy lips, but I nod fervently.