Matt drops me in the middle of my giant bed, and the boys immediately start stripping like it’s some kind of race. I watch, entranced, as a gorgeous array of abs, biceps, and thighs get unveiled right in front of my eyes. Kenta gets undressed first, and climbs on top of me, wrapping a hand around my throat and slanting his mouth over mine. His whole body is practically thrumming against me; he still hasn’t lost that thrilled golden glow he’s been sporting ever since I kissed him in front of the paparazzi.
I gasp as he starts rocking his hips over me, his stiff hard-on rubbing against me as our tongues stroke together. He slides one hand under my thigh, tugging me even closer, and my eyes practically roll back as the base of his shaft crushes against my core. I twist, watching through lowered lids as Glen peels off his undershirt, pulling it over his head and leaving it crumpled on the floor. I reach for him, stretching out to run my fingers down his muscled chest—
Kenta lines up and slides into me in one firm stroke. I gasp as he pushes in deep.
“Jesus! Kenta!”
He starts thrusting into me, fast and shallow, quicker than I’d usually like. Today, though, the overstimulation feels perfect, sending electricity fizzling through all my nerve endings. I shudder, my fingers clawing at his back, rubbing against the rough scar tissue. He freezes on top of me, and I lift my hands. “Shit. Sorry. Does that hurt?”
“Not at all,” he rolls his shoulders, then presses down on me, kissing the side of my throat. “Never thought that someone touching my back would make me feel good,” he murmurs. “Kinda used to the opposite.”
“I’m gonna give you so many massages,” I promise. “It’s going to become your number one erogenous zone.”
He laughs into my mouth and kisses me again, rolling his hips much deeper this time. I cry out as he hits the sensitive spot deep inside of me. And then keeps hitting it.
“Roll her over,” Glen says behind us. “I want her on top.”
“Careful,” Matt adds. “Don’t hurt her side.”
Kenta obediently hooks a leg under mine and rolls gracefully, landing flat on his back with me sprawled on top of him. Glen kneels behind me, and I feel his strong, calloused hands slowly stroke over my ass cheeks. “You’re so soft,” he murmurs, trailing a finger down my crack. “Yes?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
There’s the pop of a plastic cap, and I feel cool wetness stroking between my cheeks. “This should feel really good,” Glen says quietly. “Tell me if you don’t like anything. Ken—”
Kenta sighs, slowing his thrusts until he’s just gently rocking his hips in me. I squirm, but he refuses to move any faster. Glen rubs his lube-slick finger gently around my hole, massaging the ring of tight muscle. A gasp falls out of my mouth as his thick finger burrows inside my ass. I wriggle at the odd pressure. It’s not like anything I’ve ever really felt before, but it’s a delicious feeling of fullness.
“More,” I demand, bucking back against him, and he laughs, obediently sawing into me with his finger. Suddenly, Kenta starts moving again. The two start drilling into me in rhythm: each of them pulls out and pushes back into me at the same time. My whole body jerks as I feel two sensitive spots, deep inside me, getting hammered from both sides. “God,” I whisper, writhing. “Oh. Oh, fuck ME.”
They both laugh. My head lolls as I shudder forwards and back, trying to work myself against both men at once. It’s overwhelming, this feeling of fullness. It’s short-circuiting something in my brain. I feel like a primal animal, scrabbling and wriggling, desperate to find some release. Glen strokes a hand over my butt, smoothing over the skin. “Love this position,” he mutters. “Every time he pushes into you, your whole arse jiggles.”
I sputter. “Jiggles.”
“Aye.” He gives one of my cheeks a slap, and I keen. “Very pretty. Another?”
I nod, and he slowly adds another finger. He starts to pump into me, fluttering his fingers, and I automatically clench around Kenta. The man underneath me groans, his hands coming up to pluck at my breasts. My mouth falls slack. I close my eyes, trying to process the sensation overload.
A low voice comes from over my head. “Princess.”
I open my eyes again and look up at Matt. He’s completely nude, and I let my gaze travel up his front, taking in the thick thighs covered in dark hair, the sculpted abs, the hard biceps. When my eyes finally reach his handsome face, though, he still looks concerned. Aroused as Hell—but concerned. He leans forward to kiss me, and I sigh, melting under the press of his perfectly shaped lips. Our tongues slide against each other in time with Glen and Kenta’s rolling thrusts. When we finally pull apart, Matt’s eyes look hazy and drugged, and his lips are swollen.
“You’re so hot,” I gasp, trembling. “Get in my mouth.”
Matt’s eyes twinkle. “I want that on a keychain.” He steps forward, and I reach greedily for him, wanting to touch him. He catches my hand. “Briar. If you want us to stop halfway through and put on a rubber, that’s fine.”
“I really, really want to. But yes. Of course, I’ll ask to stop if I need to.”
“Okay,” he says softly. “Okay.”
I smile, then wrap my fingers around his length. He’s perfect, thick and hard. I run my hand down his shaft a couple of times, twisting slightly near the base, and he shudders, a hand curling in my hair.
“Ready for another, love?” Glen asks. I nod, and he presses a third thick finger inside me. I keen at the stretching sensation, then dip forward and take Matt in my mouth, swirling my tongue.
“God,” he murmurs, running his fingertips through my hair. “God. You’re so beautiful.”
I don’t say anything, licking along the underside of his shaft. Underneath me, Kenta grinds upwards, and I moan, making Matt hiss.
God, I love this. I love being with all three of them at the same time, feeling the way we all affect each other.
Glen presses a tickly kiss to the curve of my neck and slowly pulls out his fingers, leaving me aching with emptiness. “Ready for me, lass?”
“Please,” I breathe, closing my eyes as I feel his smooth tip rub between my cheeks. He thrusts in slowly, in one long, firm press. At first I think he won’t fit; but after the initial push of resistance, my muscles loosen, and I feel him bottom out inside of me.
For a second, it’s almost too much. I freeze, trying to get used to the sensation. I feel pinned down on both sides. I can barely move. There’s the tiniest little flash of fear as X pops into my mind. For half a second, I’m back in his horrid little cabin, tied up and unable to move.
Then the image melts away as Matt starts stroking down my arms. “So beautiful,” he mutters. “You good, princess?”
I take a deep breath and nod, pulling my mouth off him to speak. “Move, please,” I say. They do, Kenta and Glen starting a slow, see-sawing motion, thrusting in tandem. I squeeze my eyes shut. Sparks rush over my skin, and I claw at Kenta’s shoulders, feeling pressure building up from deep in me. A sob bursts out of my chest.
Glen strokes my hip, thudding deep into my ass. “Okay, lass?”
I nod fiercely, turning my attention back to Matt. I can’t do anything fancy now; I suck him hard and sloppy, licking and kissing, finding all the spots that make his breathing hitch or his hands clench in my hair. My body rocks between Glen and Kenta, and another sob chokes up my chest. Matt twitches in my mouth, and I tug him in deeper, daring to press the tiniest hint of my teeth against his shaft.
He bellows, grasping at my hair and shouting at the ceiling, so I do it again and again, alternating the rough licks with gentle scrapes of teeth, rocking back into Kenta as he slams repeatedly into me. Sweat rolls down my neck and thighs. I’ve been on the edge so long, I’m getting desperate.
Suddenly, Matt’s pulling out of my mouth. “No,” he mutters. “No. Not yet.” He snakes a hand over my hip, grazing a circle against the small of my back. “I want to be inside you. Hurry up, Li.”
Kenta laughs breathily and immediately slows down his thrusts to a glacial, torturous roll. Matt and I make identical annoyed noises. I grip Kenta’s shoulders as the tingle of my climax starts to fade. “Faster,” I growl. “Harder.”
“Jesus,” Glen mutters, dropping his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. Christ.”
I clench, squeezing around him and Kenta simultaneously, and both men yell in surprise. Kenta speeds back up, slamming into my G-spot, his thrusts almost frantic.
“Christ.” He wraps a hand around my throat, stroking the nape of my neck. “I’m so close, gorgeous.”
“Me too,” I moan, as Matt kneels next to me and starts biting and sucking on my neck. “Come with me.”
Kenta doesn’t respond. Sliding a hand down between our bouncing hips, I cup my palm under his tight, swollen balls and squeeze.
