Kenta cries out, his hand tightening on my neck as he explodes. The sudden, powerful rush of his come inside of me shocks me, tipping me over the edge. I shudder and clutch at him as we ride the wave, our sweaty skin slapping together. Glen shouts and falls apart a few moments later, and my eyes fly open as he floods my ass. I didn’t think I’d be able to feel it, but I can; I can feel a deep pressure and seeping heat. I clench my muscles around him as he fills me up deep, and he groans, his hands kneading my ass cheeks as he keeps shakily hammering into me. I writhe between the two men, my whole body trembling and aching and burning as they pound me to completion.
Eventually, the pleasure fades, replaced by overwhelming sensitivity. I flinch at Glen’s next thrust, trying to pull away.
“God,” I choke, every nerve in my body fritzing and shuddering. “Stop, Ken—Glen—whoever, just—oh my God I’m gonna die—”
Glen kisses my back and pulls out of me, drawing an embarrassingly loud moan from my mouth as I feel his hardness slicking against my walls. Kenta wraps his arms around my neck, tugging my mouth to his. I start making out with him, deep and hot and heavy, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.
Matt reaches over, putting a heavy hand on Kenta’s shoulder. “Move,” he orders, and Kenta chuckles, sitting up and pulling out slowly. My lashes flutter, and I rub my legs together, feeling the hot, sticky gush of his come against my skin.
Kenta touches my cheek, turning my face towards him. He’s flushed and mussed and panting. His dark eyes scan mine, then he smiles brightly. “You’re good,” he says. It’s not a question.
I nod anyway, then laugh, relief relaxing my chest. I’m good. No freakout. Happiness bursts inside of me. “I’m very very very good.”
He pushes forward and gives me one last kiss. “You’re amazing,” he says in my ear, then finally slides off the bed.
I sit back on my haunches and look up at Matt. He looks debauched. His dark hair is mussed and ruffled, his eyes are practically black, and his chest is heaving.
“On your back,” he says roughly. “I want to see your face.”
I sigh heavily. “Matt. How many times do I have to tell you?” I reach forward and wrap my hand around his thick erection. I give him a couple of quick pumps, and he grunts, his hips thrusting forward and his head falling back. “Don’t. Tell. Me. What. To. Do.”
He sighs, meeting my eyes. “Please,” he says quietly. “Please, baby. Roll over for me.”
I smile. “Good boy.”
His eyes flash—and then drop straight between my legs as I obediently flip over onto my back, parting my thighs. He licks his lips, crawling up onto the bed and pressing his body over me. He takes my face in his hands. “Briar.” His voice is a low rasp.
I tilt my lips up to him. “Matt.”
“I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
He dips his head and kisses me deeply as he lines himself up and pushes into me. I’m already so wet that he slides right in. There’s no stretch, no pain or tightness. Just pleasure. He kisses me again, taking a long pull from my lips as he rolls his hips into me.
It’s different from the other times I’ve slept with him. This time, it’s not just sex. We’re making love. As he thrusts deeply into me, his cheek pressed against mine, I feel Glen kneel down by the edge of the bed, taking my foot in his hand. He presses his thumb into the arch, and I gasp as he starts massaging me. On my other side, Kenta starts kneading the muscles in my hand. I shudder at the sensation.
When I imagined a foursome, I certainly didn’t picture having slow, luxurious sex with one hot guy while two other gorgeous men massage me, but it is a delicious experience. I feel so warm and wanted and cared-for, I can feel tears thrumming in the back of my throat.
Keeping up his steady thrusts, Matt switches from his deep French kisses to smaller, soft little bites. I hum softly, leaning my head back against the pillow. My thighs start to twitch around his hips. “I—I’m close.”
“Me too, love.” I know he is. I can see his biceps trembling on either side of my head. He takes my face in his big hand. “Open your eyes. I want to see.”
I do, looking straight into his crystal-blue irises.
“Smile,” I whisper. His whole face lights up with a megawatt smile, and I fall apart in his arms, a scream tearing from my chest. I can feel him shaking on top of me; I can hear Glen’s low groan at my feet, and Kenta’s sudden intake of breath against my chest. But all of that is just background noise. In my head, I’m flying, shooting like a comet through the bright blue sky and burning through rings of stars. Pleasure batters me, surging through all of my veins like light. I feel like I’m barely inside my body as I ride out the waves, floating far, far above the rest of the world.
When I finally come back down, I find myself being gently rolled over. Glen and Kenta have climbed back onto the bed, and all three of my men are covering every inch of me with soft, reverent little kisses. I feel like I’m being cocooned, wrapped up in blankets and cuddled up in layers and layers of love. Matt slides slowly out of me, and I moan weakly at the sensation of thick, hot wetness seeping down my thighs. Someone asks me a question, and I mumble something nonsensical in response. I’m kind of out of it; I’m still exhausted from last night, and the endorphins have fried my brain. Now everything is soft and hazy. I just lay there, limp and satisfied, as hands pat over me, stroking and caressing. There’s a cool sensation down my legs as someone gently wipes off my skin. Low voices murmur over my head.
I’m soon cleaned up and settled down in fresh sheets, tucked between three hot, muscled bodies. Sunshine pours into the room, and I snuggle up against Glen’s chest, stroking the fine sprinkling of hair curling over his pecs. We’re quiet for a long time, just holding each other as we settle back down.
“Do you guys wanna be my boyfriends?” I whisper, turning to brush a kiss to Kenta’s wrist.
Three laughs rumble around me. “If you’ll take us,” Matt says. “We know you can be quite picky.”
“You’ll do in a pinch.” I pat his shoulder. He pinches my arm, making me yelp. We lie in silence for a few more minutes, listening to the birds tweeting outside. Our breathing slowly matches up, our chests rising and falling in sync.
“Are you sure, though?” I prod. “My life is… well. You’ve seen how hectic it is. There will be paparazzi, and journalists and photographers. You’ll probably be put into magazines.” I turn to look at Glen. He watches me, his grey eyes serious. I tilt my head to nuzzle down his scarred jaw, then press a kiss to his lips. “I understand if that puts you off.”
“We’ll work with it,” he says, lifting a big hand to cup my stitched-up cheek. “We’ll do anything. Anything to be with you.”
I shiver. “Really?”
“Yes,” Matt and Kenta both say immediately. I close my eyes. How the Hell did I get this lucky? I swallow down the tears before they start to fall.
“Then I want to go on a date. All four of us. Together. Somewhere nice. Maybe a picnic in a park, or on the beach.”
Kenta picks up my hand and starts massaging it. “You sure about that? The tabloids are going to have a field day.”
I snort. “I’m counting on it.”
“It might make you a target for hate, lass,” Glen points out. “We’ve seen your social media comments. Those people are cruel. I doubt the public will enjoy seeing you with three men.”
I shrug. “Haven’t you heard? I’m Britain’s Biggest Bitch.” I look out of the window, at the LA skyline glittering and shimmering under the midday sun, and smile. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
