When Rivals Love (Bayshore Rivals 3)
As soon as Banks’ upper body is free, I run my hands across his chest, stopping at the tiny raised scar where he was stabbed.
It’s hard to believe that something that is so small now, barely noticeable even, almost cost him his life. I shudder just thinking about it, reliving those moments of when he was in the hospital, fighting for his life while Sullivan and Oliver promised me that everything was going to be okay. I remember falling apart, not knowing if I was ever going to come back together again.
Someone moves behind me, starting to pull up my shirt, and Banks moves from my mouth to my breasts. Pulling my bra cups down and freeing my boobs, he closes his lips around one of my nipples. My head falls back, and I moan, just as my shirt is being pulled over my head.
“You smell divine,” Oliver whispers against the tender skin on my neck as he undoes my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He starts peppering open mouth kisses all along my neck, shoulders, and down my spine while his brother pays special attention to my chest.
“Lay her on the bed, so we can show her the other surprise,” Sullivan urges, and the next thing I know, Banks is wrapping his arms around me, and picking me up. I throw my arms around his neck and start to giggle like a schoolgirl.
He gently deposits me on the bed and pulls my panties off in the next moment, leaving me completely naked. When I look up, I see Sullivan holding a small bottle of lotion or maybe oil, I can’t really tell.
“We’re going to give you a relaxing massage,” Oliver grins, letting Sullivan pour some liquid into his palm.
“Yes, a very, very relaxing massage,” Banks adds with a wink, while he also gets what looks to be massaging oil poured on his hands.
I smile again, but the smile turns into a low sigh when Banks’ warm, oily hands land on me, slowly working into my tight muscles.
“Where did you learn to do that?” I sigh, melting into the mattress. Banks’ hands move up my body, while Sullivan crawls up onto the bed and starts massaging my shoulders and neck. Oliver tends to my feet, and right then, it starts to feel like what I imagine heaven feels like.
Their big hands work my tight muscles and tender flesh until I’m nothing more than a liquid mass floating in the center of the bed.
“I hope you’re ready for us,” Sullivan whispers as he leans down, and nibbles on my earlobe. Banks takes that moment to suck one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth and Oliver, well, he spreads my thighs and settles between them. I can feel the heat of his breath against my core, and I shiver.
“Oh, god. It’s not going to take me long with all three of you,” I complain, even though it’s not really a complaint. “But still, I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think it will ever be enough…”
“That’s fine. We’ve got hours and days, and if that’s not good enough, we’ve got years too.” Sullivan says, sucking at my throat hard enough to leave a hickey behind. I open my mouth to speak, but the words are lost on me when I feel Oliver’s rough tongue against my slit. At the same time, Banks pinches one of my nipples, and I can’t help myself.
My pussy gushes and my thighs quiver with the impending pleasure that’s about to be brought on me. With my clit in his mouth, Oliver enters me with two fingers, pumping in and out of me with an ounce of resistance.
“Fuck me, my cock is harder than steel right now,” Banks says, his voice muffled from my breast. I try to focus on each of them individually, but I can’t. The pleasure builds rising second by second, and it doesn’t take me long to start going off.
“Come, baby, come all over my brother’s tongue,” Sullivan’s filthy words only encourage me onward, and with a gasp, I lift my hips and fall apart, grinding my core into Oliver’s face. Like a wild animal, he continues to feast on me, leaving not even a drop of my release behind. By the time he’s done, I’m completely spent, and the brothers move away from me to slip out of their own clothing.
Watching through hooded eyes, I admire each of their bodies, my mouth watering as their rock-hard cocks come into view.
“You ready to get fucked?” Banks growls, and I nibble on my bottom lip seductively before nodding my head. He strokes his cock up and down a few times with the oil that they used on my body earlier. Then they’re moving me.
Banks lifts me, and I reach out, pressing my hands down onto his impeccable chest as he impales me on his cock in one single thrust. My gaze widens, and my tongue darts out over my bottom lip. Sweet baby Jesus.