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"You look so fucking hot getting your pussy licked and sucked, Gorgeous. Fuck, I’m so hard," Sawyer whispers in my ear, talking dirty and turning me on even more than I thought possible. "Fuck, I love watching you."
Travis turns me around just as Sawyer adjusts himself and slides his jeans off, his dick right in front of my face. I smile up at him before I lick a long, languorous trail from the root to the head then suck it down to my throat. Sawyer moans and behind me, Travis’s tongue spears me as he laps up every remnant of my earlier orgasm.
With both of my ass cheeks in his big hands, Travis eats my pussy like he won’t survive another day without it. The more he gives me, the more I give Sawyer. I gag on his length, letting my throat expand every time I push down, and moaning every time Travis buries his tongue as far as he can.
It’s only when I hear the sound of his belt, then the popping of his button followed by the scratch of his zipper, that I know this is about to get even better.
Just as Sawyer’s dick disappears completely into my mouth, Travis slowly sinks his cock into me. I moan alongside them as I adjust to the feeling of them both, reveling in how fucking good it feels.
Sawyer grabs the back of my head and pushes me down as far I can possibly go as Travis pulls out and slams right back inside.
Taking Sawyer’s balls in my hand, I squeeze gently, causing him to groan and let go of my head.
"Switch before I come in her hot little mouth, right the fuck now."
Like I weigh nothing—just a toy that’s easily played with—the guys manhandle me quickly until my position is reversed. Suddenly, I’m sucking Travis’s thick cock, his precum already mixing with the taste of myself. Holy shit, I never thought tasting myself would turn me on so fucking much. Behind me, Sawyer’s monster dick impales me and again, we all moan together as we fuck in a space too small to hold three people.
"That’s it, baby. Suck my cock. Suck it nice and deep. Chok—" Travis doesn’t finish whatever he was about to say because I grab his balls and roll them in the palm of my hand just as he buries his cock right down my throat. I swallow for good measure. My gag reflex is practically nonexistent at this point. I should get an award for this type of natural talent.
Yay, superpower.
Sawyer has one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he works my pussy like his life depends on it. Travis holds my head down with both of his hands while I willingly choke on his massive cock.
"Now!" Travis gives a one word order and everything fucking breaks loose in the Range Rover.
Moving one of his hands to my clit, Travis flicks it with timed precision just as Sawyer pushes his thumb into my ass and I lose all semblance of control.
Screaming only in my head, since my mouth is full of cock, I rock back and forth as Travis is the first to come down my throat while I release all of myself onto Sawyer’s dick. The pulsing of his thick length is the only clue I have that he’s about to blow.
Once we’re spent, Sawyer grabs a towel from the trunk and cleans me up before finding my clothes and offering them back to me. It takes a few minutes for my brain to start functioning again so I can pull my clothes back on. In the meantime, the two of them are dressed, the car seats back to where they’re supposed to be. Sawyer climbs in with me while Travis jumps in the driver’s seat and we make our way back to the main road.
"That was…" I trail off, still unable to make my brain work properly.
"It was," Sawyer says, unbuckling me and pulling me onto his lap. He redoes the belt around us both and buries his face in my neck.
This, right here, is the most beautiful of distractions…
I just wish it could last a little longer.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
BRIAR
After spending way too long holed up under the guise of being sick after my mom's revelations, getting back to class and having a little piece of normal has actually felt amazing today. Even if my classes were entirely psychology-based and made my brain feel so numb that I don't know which way is up and which is down.
Right now, that feels like a gift, because it stops me from playing back through the conversation with my mom yet again.
It's not like I haven't had that conversation on loop in my mind since I spoke with her, so it's nice to have a sort of white noise for thoughts instead.
"What's the plan for tonight?" Penn asks as we walk across campus, classes finally done for the day.
"I have no idea," I tell her with a shrug. "Probably curling up with a blanket and pretending that the world outside doesn't exist. Ice cream might be worth a shot too."
"I’ll take your ice cream and raise you pizza with ice cream," she teases, wagging her eyebrows. I haven't told her what happened with my mom because it leads down a sticky path, but she mentioned at lunch how I don’t seem myself, so she's obviously picking up on the fact that everything isn't quite okay. Even if I keep trying to pretend it is.
"Pizza and ice cream sounds amazing!" I exclaim. "Your place or mine?"
"Yours. Absolutely yours. I've never seen the inside of the guys’ house except for during a party, which just isn’t the same. And to say I'm intrigued might be the understatement of the year."
