“Ahhhh….” The noise vibrates off the walls. I squeeze my eyes shut and enjoy the last wave of the orgasm as it ripples through me like little aftershocks. Slowly I float back down to earth like a leaf falling from a tree.
Seconds tick by and I squeeze my lids tighter wanting the moment to last forever, but as the euphoric pulses of pleasure leave me, I’m left wondering what happens next?
I’ve not only kissed all three of them. I’ve done sexual things with all of them too.
Where does that leave me? Sandwiched right in the middle? Blinking my eyes open the first person I see is Oliver. He withdraws his hand from between my thighs, and brings the two fingers, now dripping with my arousal to his lips.
He slips them into his mouth, his eyes drifting closed as he sucks. He takes his time, like he’s sucking on a lollipop. He’s tasting me, tasting my arousal, my come and I’ll be damned if it isn’t as hot as hell to watch.
“You taste divine. I can’t wait to have those thighs of yours wrapped around my face, with my tongue in your pussy.”
Using my arm to shield my face—which is most likely cherry red—I hide from him.
“Don’t be ashamed, that was amazing.” Oliver assures me, his eyes darkened with arousal.
“Fuck yeah, it was. That’s going in my spank bank for next time,” Banks chuckles, while gently smoothing his thumb across my forehead. My breathing returns to a semi normal pace. My heart on the other hand is still galloping out of my chest and I don’t think it will return to a slower rhythm any time soon. Not with Banks and Oliver looking down at me like they’re about to devour me all over again.
I can feel both of their cocks straining against my bare skin, and for a second I’m scared of what’s to come next. I want to satisfy them both like they’ve just done for me, but can I?
Can I take both of them, at the same time?
Banks must see the worry flashing in my eyes because he starts to shake his head.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he assures me, while running his fingers through my hair. The feeling is, there is no way to describe it. It’s like a massage but for your scalp.
“I want to, it’s just…” The sound of a door opening and closing echoes through the house, followed by heavy footfalls heading towards us. Sullivan.
I know I’ve done nothing wrong, Sullivan and I aren’t an item, but I still scramble off both their laps with my shirt in hand, grabbing my shorts off the floor. I tug the shirt on over my head, and it just clears my tits when Sullivan comes strolling into the living room. Stopping in the doorway, he takes in the scene with his eyebrows raised, like he is trying to solve a puzzle.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“Oh, with us?” Banks grins, leaning back against the couch with his hands behind his head. My eyes dart between Sullivan, Oliver, and Banks. Sullivan’s got a dark look in his eyes, while Banks is grinning like a fool.
“Well? Someone better tell me what the hell you guys are doing?” Sullivan pauses, his gaze raking over me once, and then a second time, except this time his gaze lingers on my bare legs. I feel like I’m being inspected.
I try and look anywhere but at Sullivan or the other two but my gaze keeps catching on two hardened cocks straining against the fabric of shorts. Fuck, that looks like it hurts.
“Why are her shorts off?” Sullivan asks, and Banks bursts out laughing. The tone of Sullivan’s voice is deep, protective, alpha-like and I wonder why? Is he trying to stake claim to me? It sounds that way.
“Oh, we were just putting some cream on her back, like you did this morning, remember?” Oliver teases, a thick brow lifted, and though his response is directed at Sullivan his eyes are boring into mine. I swear if my cheeks weren’t already on fire, they would be now.
Sullivan’s eyebrows draw together, and then his lips twitch before pulling into a smile, “I see you’ve made your choice then,” he says, reminding me of the question he asked me earlier that morning.
Did I want all three brothers? Hell yes.
Could I handle them? I don’t know.
Is this a horrible idea that will blow up in my face, yes. This is wrong and not just because they are supposed to be my enemies, because our families have hated each other for years. No, it’s wrong because I’m falling for three men who bullied me, who I thought for sure hated me, but clearly didn’t hate me enough.
And if things end badly, which I’m sure they will, I’m the one that will get her heart broken, not them.