I don’t need telling twice. I have my trousers and underwear dropped before she can even blink. Her blue eyes darken hungrily as she wraps her hand around my length and tugs, pulling me closer towards her.
“Jesus, woman! It’s not a fucking leash!”
She flutters her eyelashes at me, then takes me halfway down her throat.
I shout, half in surprise, half in pleasure. Her mouth is burning hot and wet as she slides her lips slowly towards my base, millimetre by torturous millimetre.
“You know, she just learned to do that,” Kenta says, kneeling on the sheets next to us. “Very steep learning curve.”
She gives him the finger, curling her tongue under my shaft. I want to say something, but I can’t. I don’t think I can form human language. Her head bobs, her pink cheeks hollowing as she sucks me down. Noises I swear I’ve never made before fall out of my chest as she effortlessly rides Glen and sucks at me, her small body sandwiched between us both.
She suddenly yelps. I look down. Kenta has dropped to his knees by the bed, spread her cheeks, and just about buried his face in her ass.
“No?” he murmurs, trailing his lips over her cheek.
“Y-yes? I—” She gasps in a breath. “I don’t know.”
He nuzzles into her, running his lips lightly down her crack. She shivers.
“What about this?” He reaches across the bed, patting around until he finds the glossy pink bullet. Licking the end of it, he taps the button on the base, starting up a faint vibration. Not taking his eyes off Briar’s, he gently touches the softly pointed tip against her puckered entrance.
She jolts in Glen’s arms, and the movement thrusts me even further down her throat. I grip my hand in her hair and take a deep breath.
“I think she likes it,” I say.
She groans affirmatively, then pulls away from me, her lips making a little popping sound.
“Come here,” she orders Kenta, grabbing his hand and tugging him to take my place. He steps forward, and she immediately slides him into her mouth. He cups her cheeks, gently stroking her cheekbones as she bobs up and down his length. I sit back and enjoy the view. Briar brings Kenta right to the edge, waiting until my friend is panting and fisting his hands in her hair, then pulls away again and reaches for me.
She keeps doing this, blowing us until we’re right at the point of exploding, then switching between us. The whole time, she’s screwing her hips over Glen, gasping slightly as he thumps into her.
I try to hold back, but eventually, while she’s going down hard on me, I can’t take it anymore. I’m covered in sweat and struggling to breathe as she rolls my balls in her hands. If I could, I’d make this last forever, but I can’t stop my dick thickening and throbbing in her mouth.
“Briar,” I murmur. “I’m going to come.”
Instead of pulling out, she tightens her grip on me, taking me even deeper.
I frown, wiping a hand over my face. “Are you sure?” I ask, remembering her freakout when Nin spilt lotion all over her bed.
She says something unintelligible.
“What?”
“She says she likes swallowing,” Kenta says helpfully, stroking his cheek against Briar’s back.
“Fuck,” I say, losing it. Her throat relaxes around me, and I roar as I blast into her, filling her with a hot burst of come. She drinks down everything I give her, arching against Glen as she rocks over his hips. She’s making soft noises now, shuddering against me. A warm, sleepy haze falls over my brain. I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging slightly at the silky blonde strands.
“Baby,” I mumble.
She pulls back, licking her swollen lips. “Baby, huh?”
I’m too blissed out to be embarrassed. “Slipped out.”
“Hm.” She leans forward, pressing a kiss to my stomach. “I prefer princess,” she whispers, kissing my tip, before waving forward Kenta. The man looks a mess, his long hair falling loose around his face.
“I won’t be long,” he warns, and she nods, taking him in her mouth again, her pretty lips stretching around him. She was definitely wearing lipstick at the beginning of the night, but it’s long gone now, kissed and sucked away. I watch unabashedly as she blows Kenta, her sex-flushed body bouncing between him and Glen until he throws back his head and shouts his release, spilling into her mouth.
I think the sight of her gulping down his seed is what sends Glen over the edge.
“Briar,” he starts, and she nods, turning shakily toward him. The two of them start riding each other faster and faster, setting an almost inhuman pace. Sweat is dripping down Glen’s face. As I watch, Briar leans forward and licks a line down the side of his cheek, brushing her lips over Glen’s scar. He looks up at her through his lashes, his throat contracting in a swallow as she nuzzles the bumpy skin, kissing it.
“God,” she murmurs, pressing her face against his. Her thighs are flexing and shivering as her back arches. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”
He blushes. Briar throws out her arms and grasps the headboard, bracing herself to come. All of her muscles strain. Kenta finds the bullet again, switching it on and bringing it back to Briar’s breast right as she reaches her peak.
The headboard rattles alarmingly against the wall. Briar tips her head back, lips parting, and I can’t stop myself from pressing my mouth to hers as she screams her climax. I kiss her the whole way through, drinking up her cries and gasps as she claws at the headboard, her fingernails gouging marks in the expensive wood. Below us, I vaguely register Glen tensing and shouting, gripping her thighs as he blows his load inside of her. I ignore him. All I can think of is the girl coming against me. I clasp her close to me, running my hands over her shivery skin as she trembles and sighs.
Eventually, they both stop moving. Briar’s mouth goes slack against mine. She nuzzles into my neck, sagging against me.
“I’m dead,” she mumbles. “You all killed me. I’m a ghost. You guys need to run. The tabloids will be here in an hour.”
“Fuck,” Kenta murmurs, burying his face in her hip. “We can’t get charged with murdering a celeb. It’d ruin us.”
Groaning, Briar lifts herself carefully off Glen, pressing a kiss to his hair before flopping, exhausted, onto the sheets. I can see the insides of her thighs shining with her arousal, and lean forward, swiping a finger between her folds and bringing it up to my mouth to lick. She shudders and glares at me.
“Here,” she orders. “All of you. Now.”
I crash into the bed next to her as Glen hobbles off to the bathroom to clean up. He and Kenta both lay down on Briar’s other side, sandwiching her between us.
“Move your leg,” Kenta mumbles to Glen. “I don’t want to bloody spoon you, mate.”
Glen blows him a very audible kiss. “Love you too, Kenny.”
Briar sighs happily.
On the bedside table, my phone buzzes. I check my messages. Glen’s sent us both a link to a jewellery website.
G: We should get her a real present
“Sure,” I say out loud. “Tomorrow.”
“Something silver,” Kenta murmurs.
“What are you guys talking about?” Briar asks, rolling to see over my shoulder.
I hide my phone. “Security arrangements.”
“Silver?”
“It’s code.”
“For what?”
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a code.”
She yawns. “Whatever. You’re shit liars.” She nudges her head back. “Play with my hair, please.”
Kenta obediently starts brushing through her blonde waves.
“Diva,” I mumble.
She just bats her eyelashes at me and pulls me closer.
We stay like that for a while. I can feel Briar slowly falling asleep on top of me, her breaths evening out and her body getting heavier. I stroke a hand slowly over her chest, feeling her heart beating under my fingers. There’s a kernel of emotion burning behind my rib cage.
“Shouldn’t someone be working?” Kenta mutters. “Smith. You got to eat dinner with her. Get up.”
Glen groans, heaving himself out of bed.
“No—” Briar rouses and reaches after him, but he presses a hand to the centre of her chest, pushing her gently back down onto the mattress.
“I’ve got patrol, lass.”
She tilts her head up for a kiss. He slips his hand under her chin, kissing her deeply, then pulls away, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Call me if you need me.” He steps to the door.
“Wait!” She cries out as he reaches for the handle. He pauses. “I need you. I’m horny again.”
He snorts. “Nice try. Carter, give her a kiss from me.”
I pull her into me, brushing my lips across hers. She sighs, snuggling up against me, and falls asleep again in seconds.
“Matt.”
I wake up in a hot, bright room, panting. My body is slick with sweat, my heart is pounding like I just ran ten miles, and my muscles are cramping.
“Matt,” someone calls.
I blink blearily around me. The reading lamp is on. Briar is sitting up next to me, watching me closely. Her blonde hair is falling around her face.
“Matt?” She says again, and I realise she’s squeezing my shoulder. “Are you awake? Or just creepily dream-staring at me?”
I blink hard. My eyes are wet.
Jesus.
I sit up and run my hands over my face. “Princess.”
“Hey.” She strokes through my sweaty hair. “You had a nightmare. I’m glad to inform you that nothing you just dreamt of is real, and you’re actually in bed with a beautiful naked woman. What an upgrade.”
My shoulders slump. “Shit,” I mutter. “I woke you up.”
She shrugs. “Not a big deal.”
“You’ve got a big day tomorrow. I should…” I start to roll out of the bed. Embarrassment is thumping through me. This is exactly what I was afraid of.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, come back to bed, you little dipshit,” she mutters, trying to tug me back into her. “I’m not done hugging you yet. Here.” She takes my hand and slides it up to her breasts. “Touch my tits, that will make you feel loads better.”
I’m too tired to argue, so I just let her roll me closer, pressing my face into her cleavage. On the other side of the bed, Kenta shifts, reaching over and groggily patting my head. “You’re fine, mate,” he slurs, and Briar smothers a giggle.
The door cracks open. Glen glances in, taking in the scene, gun in hand.
“He’s fine,” Briar whispers.
“Aye, I can see that,” he mutters, glaring at me buried in her chest. “He’s in bloody heaven, far as I’m concerned. If I have a nightmare, will you let me sleep like that? I’ll start watching horror movies before bed.”
I flip him off lazily, pressing closer into Briar.
She wriggles, threading her fingers through my hair. “Don’t be jealous, you can motorboat me tomorrow,” she promises Glen. I can’t even see the man, but I can practically hear his cheeks go pink. The door closes with a click, and Kenta reaches up to flip off the light.
It usually takes me hours to get back to sleep after a nightmare, but with Briar’s heartbeat pressed against my cheek, I’m out in minutes.
