Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

Fuck, yes.

I can hear the wet slapping sounds of Reese jerking off, and the knowledge of what he’s seeing makes a fresh wave of need flood me. Trying to control my breathing as it comes faster and harder, I push against West’s chest, urging him to lie back on the floor.

He does, pulling me after him so that I’m straddling his lean waist. His hands roam my body possessively, his thumbs brushing my nipples, his fingers grazing the undersides of my breasts.

I drape my upper body over his, peppering his chest with kisses, biting at his nipples, and scraping my teeth over the muscles of his shoulders. And all the while, I can feel Trent behind me.

Preparing me.

His fingers dip inside my pussy, gathering my slick arousal before moving upward to slide around the tight ring of my ass. He eases them inside, stretching me out, getting me ready to take something much bigger.

My clit still throbs with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I’m hungry for more already. Anticipation is building inside me like steam, and I already feel flushed and swollen, my entire lower half tingling with sensation.

We’ve been dancing around this for weeks, getting close, but never quite taking it all the way. I’ve had toys and fingers and plugs inside me as the men fucked me in just about every position imaginable. But this? Having all three of them fill me at once?

This is new territory.

This is taking our relationship to a whole new level.

And I’m so fucking ready for it.

Thick tension seems to fill the room as Trent fucks my ass with his fingers and I rub myself against West, sliding my pussy up and down his wet cock.

When Trent is deep inside me, I can’t take it anymore. I rise up a little higher so that the head of West’s shaft slips inside my core, and then I sink down, impaling myself fully on his length.

He lets out a long, low groan, and Trent works his fingers in my ass a little faster.

I feel full. So alive.

But I need more.

“Reese,” I gasp out, lifting my head and resting my hands against West’s chest as I prop myself up. I glance over at the man with the dancing green eyes and find his gaze locked on me. He’s slowed the movements of his fist as he fucks his hand, probably trying to stave off his orgasm.

Good.

Because I want it.

It’s mine.

I bite my lip, giving a subtle jerk of my chin to invite him closer, and he steps up beside West, dropping down to his knees to give me better access.

That’s exactly what I want.

West is rocking up into me from below, and Trent is timing the thrusts of his fingers to match his friend’s tempo. I’m about to come from the overload of sensations, and I need something to focus on—something to distract me from the orgasm that’s about to crash into me.

Leaning forward a little, I extend my tongue and lick a long line up the underside of Reese’s shaft. He groans, threading the fingers of one hand through my hair as the muscles of his abs clench and contract.

“Fuck. I can’t wait any longer,” Trent rasps out behind me. “Watching you torture Reese’s cock like that. Shit. I need to feel you around me. Need to feel how tight your virgin ass is.”

“Does it really count as virgin at this point?” I shoot back, glancing over my shoulder and making eye contact with Trent as I flick my tongue over the head of Reese’s cock.

Trent’s blue eyes are dark with lust as he arches an eyebrow at me. “Emma, until your ass has taken my cock, it’s virgin.”

The swagger in his voice, the raw confidence and desire, makes me clench around West. Needing an outlet for it all, I wrap my lips around Reese’s shaft and bob my head, taking him

as deep as possible.

All three men make low noises of appreciation, and Trent withdraws his fingers from my ass. His other hand gathers more of my arousal, sliding around the place where West impales me and making both of us groan.