I groaned, panting as I drew Merrick’s shaft deeper into my mouth, already imagining what it would be like to have all three of them inside me. Merrick’s hips were bucking restlessly, and I could tell all of us were getting close. I slowed down my strokes, teasing him and Trace, keeping them on the edge but never letting them go over as my body slowly began to relax around Lachlan’s fingers.
When he drew them out, I whined in protest, but he gave my ass another little slap. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of ye.”
A second later, his large cock found the entrance to my pussy and pressed inside, making me groan with pleasure.
Yes. Yes. I wanted that and so much more.
Lachlan fucked me for a few strokes, pushing my body even higher and making my clit throb with need as he slicked himself in my juices. Then he pulled out, and this time the feeling of emptiness was even more acute.
“Sit on Merrick’s cock, lass. Take him first, then me,” Lachlan grunted from behind me, and it was the only urging I needed.
Crawling forward, I straddled Merrick’s lean hips as Trace rose to his knees. The tattooed rock star watched with blazing eyes as I fisted Merrick’s cock and sank down onto it, my body practically shaking with need as my pussy welcomed him, stretching around his thick girth.
“Fuck, Ari. You feel so good,” Merrick murmured, gazing up at me. He reached up to brush his thumb over my nipple, making me hiss out a breath. “I can feel how turned on you are. How wet you are for us. We’ll give you everything you want.”
I nodded dazedly, not quite capable of speech at the moment. As I rolled my hips, riding Merrick’s cock, I felt Lachlan’s hands on my ass again, spreading my cheeks wide, baring my hole to him.
Bracing my hands on Merrick’s chest, I looked back over my shoulder. I couldn’t see the place where the fat head of Lach’s shaft pressed into me, but I could feel it. My entire body could feel it.
He was big, so much thicker and longer than his fingers, and as he pressed inside me in small pulses, my chest heaved with my desperate breaths.
Merrick’s thumb found my clit, and my mouth dropped open on a cry as pleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I was already so close, my body burning for these men, that every stroke of his thumb against the little bundle of nerves made me shudder.
“Trace!” I gasped, and he was there before I finished speaking. He gripped my chin and turned my head to claim a kiss, and as his tongue slid into my mouth, Lachlan bottomed out inside me.
I kissed Trace like I was possessed, sucking on his tongue, biting at his lips, our teeth clashing together as the pain and pleasure of being so full threatened to overwhelm me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and the slightest movement from either of the men who impaled me made sensations ricochet through me like a domino effect. Their cocks were separated by just a thin wall, and I was sure they could feel each other inside me as they slowly began to thrust, alternating strokes as they found a rhythm together.
Merrick was still playing my clit like a finely tuned instrument, and my entire lower body felt flushed and swollen with arousal.
Dragging my mouth away from Trace’s, I ran my lips down the side of his neck, over his tattooed chest, and down his stomach until I reached his shaft. It was smooth as velvet, still wet from when I had sucked him earlier, and so hard it looked almost painful. Craning my neck slightly to look up at him, I wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue over the soft skin.
He growled, shaking his head in something like awe, as I took him deeper. Merrick and Lachlan were fucking me in earnest now, and the sounds of our flesh colliding filled the training room, accompanied by increasingly loud whimpers, moans, and grunts.
Trace had been right to double up the protection spell on the door. Because they were going to do just what they’d promised.
They were going to make me scream.
“Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got ye.”
Lachlan’s voice was strained, but I believed every word he said. One of my hands rested on Merrick’s chest, and Trace was helping support me, keeping me in place between the two other men as I sucked and licked his cock, my free hand wrapping around the base.
I was completely at their mercy, and it was the first time in my entire life I had enjoyed that feeling. They filled me, stretched me, pounded into me, and every stroke made fire burn through my veins.
“Fuck. I can’t last much longer. Oh, Gods.” Merrick hips rose up in rhythmic thrusts, his cock driving into me, and when he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I screamed around Trace’s thick length.
The scream kept pouring out of me as I came like a runaway train, my ass and pussy both clamping down hard as shudders wracked my body. I pulled back from Trace’s cock, my fist pumping him desperately as I panted and sobbed out my release.
Behind me, Lachlan roared, surging into me one last time before he came hard too.
Merrick’s thumb kept working my clit, pushing my first orgasm into a second, as he pulsed inside me, flooding my womb with hot cum.
“Let me see those gorgeous tits, Ari.”
Trace’s command came through gritted teeth, and he took over, jerking himself roughly as I arched my back, jutting my breasts out. He let out a choked grunt as pearly white ropes coated my chest, stroking himself until he had spilled every drop.
Lachlan and Merrick were still buried deep inside me, and Lach wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from collapsing as all the tension seemed to drain from my muscles at once.
Trace gazed down at me, tenderness mixing with the heat in his eyes as he took in the sight of me.