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Something gentle touched my face. I turned my head, and suddenly I was kissing Valerio. His tongue swirled through my mouth, taking my breath away.
“You said we had three minute turns inside you,” Kade whispered, feeling my body up from the other side. “You never said anything about the rest of you though.”
They were on my breasts, my thighs, my face and lips. Kissing, teasing, touching. I welcomed it all, focusing on the pure pleasure of the savage fucking Brock was giving me. I forgot the clock. I forgot everything.
“NNNNGHHH!”
My pussy spasmed euphorically, milking itself around Brock’s thrusting, churning cock. I screamed out loud; shamelessly and without reservation. I didn’t even realize how much noise I’d made, until Valerio’s hand clamped itself over my panting mouth.
“Easy,” he chuckled merrily into my ear. “You’re gonna get us thrown out of here.”
Somewhere behind me the timer went off again, but this time no one moved to stop it. Brock was still thrusting away, enjoying my body squeezing and contorting itself around him. Kade and Valerio were passing my mouth back and forth, kissing me in ways that made me practically gush around their friend.
Eventually I was left empty, woozy, standing on two shaky legs. My hands were no longer on the glass. Someone was leading me backwards, to the soft fuzzy mess of pillows and blankets we’d slept in.
“Bring her down here, so we can spread her out,” I heard Brock say. “Take her from all sides, the way she’s meant to be taken.”
I was pulled downward, into a delicious mess of warm flesh and hard muscle. Someone pinned me to the floor, my hands clamped high overhead. Someone else nudged my thighs apart…
“This one-on-one stuff is fun, don’t get me wrong,” said Valerio. He shifted forward, plunging into me, forcing my starstruck eyes to flutter open. In a state of absolute arousal, they stared deeply into his.
“But baby, you were built to be takenthreeat a time…”
Forty
BROCK
We made love to her slowly, taking our time. Switching off before any of us got close, or when the intensity of being between her beautiful legs became too much to continue.
It was a far cry from fucking her, as we had already. A much slower and more intimate affair, filled with lots of amazing kissing and touching. We spent the better part of the next hour nuzzling and even devouring her, dropping our heads between those warm, delectable thighs to bring her off in our eager mouths. Only when she was a shuddering, trembling wreck did we give her a bit of a break, and even then we were kneeling beside her head, feeding ourselves to her one by one by one.
She’s a thousand fucking percentperfect.
We took turns coming inside her, filling her to overflowing again and again. Screwing her until she was a moaning, whimpering mess huddled in the softness of the blankets, leaking with our seed. It was obscene, the things we whispered in her ear. The things she whisperedback.Because no matter how good we gave it to her… she always gave it back.
If I’d thought about what I’d be doing this Christmas break a month ago, something like this would never have occurred to me in a thousand years. That I’d be enjoying a hotel suite in Toronto with my two best friends, taking turns pleasuring the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, met, or been intimate with? It just seemed too unreal.
And yet here we were together, sharing her between us. Somehow without jealousy. Somehow without shyness or reservation, or even judgment by anyone. She was girlfriend material, but she wasn’t anyone’s specific girlfriend. Hell, she was wife material, whether she knew it or not.
You’re falling for her.
I was, and I’d decided it wasn’t something I could help. Sloane was beautiful and sexy and amazing in bed, but beyond that she was smart and sweet and successful. She was creative in ways that I could never hope to be, and her artistic abilities were something we all admired. Watching her pour that statue earlier, and seeing the fruits of hundreds of hours of effort? It spoke of a special dedication and attention to detail that made her all the more attractive in our eyes.
Best of all, her workwasbeautiful. This wasn’t a case of some starving artist trying to push no-talent work around; the things we’d seen in her studio — and now in our garage — had been quality pieces of sheer artistry. I wasn’t surprised in the least that she’d landed a prestigious show, and I couldn’t wait to see her in action. We had one more piece to cast. One more task ahead of us, and then we could enjoy the rest of the week.
“Your turn, bro.”
I was still kissing her, looking deep into her chocolate eyes. Thinking of all the things she made me feel, when Valerio tapped me on the shoulder. Sloane shifted my way, and I turned her on her side. Sliding up behind her, I lifted one shapely leg and glided into her sideways, scissoring her from behind as I slowly sawed in and out of the tightest, most beautiful place in the whole world.
“MMMmmm…”
She craned her neck back to kiss me some more, and I didn’t break stride. Our tongues danced as our bodies undulated, screwing excitedly against one another to get every last inch of joy and euphoria.
How long does this go on?
It was a question I’d asked myself too much over the past week. It was a question I hated too, because it inferred that what we were doing had some sort of ending at all.
Could you really love a woman who also loves your friends?
