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Tristan stood and slowly stripped out of his clothes, his cock a hard rod as he peeled off his underwear. He stalked over to me, and the predatory gleam in his eyes had my cunt clenching hard. I shifted my weight, my essence slicking up my legs as I pinched my clit. My chest heaved, my breasts heavy and nipples straining as he closed the distance between us and lifted my hand away from my core. He sucked on my fingers, humming as he did. His cock was pressed up against my belly, precum slicking me up. It sent the butterflies fluttering, anticipation rocketing through me.
“Climb me, love. Ride my cock like our good boy is doing to Ez.”
I dropped Ry’s hand and jumped into his arms, knowing he’d catch me. Easily lifting my weight, he shoved Ry up against the wall and pushed me into him, my back pressed against his chest, his hard cock nudging at my arse. I canted my hips, cradling his erection between my cheeks as Tristan impaled me in one sharp thrust.
I screamed, my cunt walls contracting so hard, my vision darkened at the edges. Tristan set a punishing pace, fucking me hard and fast with deep thrusts. Ry’s cock pulsed every time I pressed my arse against him. He tentatively reached for my hips, trailing his fingertips over my skin. Gooseflesh pebbled at his touch, and my nipples tightened.
“Ry, my tits,” I begged. “God, want you in my arse. Want you to both fuck me.”
He was silent, but he reached for my nipples, pinching and twisting them as I fucked his cock through his jeans. Tristan growled and leaned down, licking my nipples over Ry’s fingers. The move sent a shockwave through me, reminiscent of a nuclear explosion going off. I choked out a cry and arched up, pressing my arse against Ry’s dick and my tits to Tristan’s mouth. He thrust harder and deeper, pulling me down onto his dick before pushing me back against Ry’s. I watched as his sharp teeth sank into my soft flesh before he closed his lips around my nipple, sucking on Ry’s fingers at the same time. Ry moaned, dirty and filled with longing.
I shivered at the sound.
Flynn cursed, and I lifted my gaze to see him erupt handsfree as he fucked himself on Ezra’s dick. It was like a geyser coating the table and floor in front of him with perfect arc after perfect arc of cum.
I was fucking jealous of that table.
I wanted it all.
Ezra shouted and bucked up into Flynn, setting off another round of pulses in my man.
Tristan slammed forward once more and grunted, his cock getting impossibly harder inside me. Oh fuck, he was on the edge.
That thought—the knowledge that I was about to be pumped full of cum—set me off. My orgasm slammed into me, rapture coursing through my veins like lava, scorching me. I screamed, writhing on his dick as he let loose, coating me in his release.
Tristan yanked Ry forward by his nape and crashed their lips together, snaking his tongue inside Ry’s mouth before he could even react.
Ry groaned, the sound pained as he squeezed my tits to the point of pain. My cunt rippled, gripping Tristan’s cock like I never wanted him to pull out. I didn’t. Even if they could live inside me and just pump me full of their cum, time after time after time, I’d never be sated.
Heat bloomed against my back, and I cried out again, my empty arse wishing Ry had just shared his load inside me.
Ry pulled back, his eyes hard but his lips still glistening from Tristan’s kiss. He snarled, shoving Tristan away. “Fuck you,” Ry growled before cocking his fist and punching my man. He couldn’t get a proper swing in given the wall, so it wasn’t hard, but that glancing blow was enough to have Tristan’s cheek immediately blooming red.
He pushed out from behind me, sending me flailing. I hit the wall, Tristan’s cock slipping free from my cunt. Tristan gripped me tighter, bracing my weight and stopping me from hitting the deck.
I cursed, hating the emptiness.
Hating that Ry wasn’t happy.
He stomped down the corridor as cum dripped down my legs.
I pulled up at Dad’s townhouse and, for the first time ever, regretted driving my Mustang. Dad could hear me coming from a mile away, so turning around without alerting him to my leaving was an impossibility.
I swallowed.
Ezra’s car was parked in my usual spot—he’d left not long after our epic session, making up some excuse about needing to see some people. I hated that he was choosing between us, but I understood it, and I loved that he prioritized his friendship with Dad. I couldn’t help but be jealous of Dad though. He got to keep Ezra. He got his friendship and loyalty. So far, we’d only been able to keep him until he’d gotten off. He walked away every time.
I didn’t want to be second best. I didn’t want Tristan or Flynn to have to watch him walk away again. I wanted all of us to be together, to be happy.
But it wasn’t my choice to make. Ezra needed to be all in, and until he came to that decision—if he came to that decision—he’d keep walking away. He’d keep hurting Tristan, and he’d keep Flynn waiting.
I swallowed down the jealousy. Dad didn’t have anyone like I did; I was being greedy. I should be happy that Ez was such a loyal friend to him. Even if he was doing the very thing that he was worried would ruin their friendship—me. I understood his reasoning, but only to a degree. If he’d stopped at that first kiss, cut me off cold turkey then, yeah, it would have made sense. But Ezra had caved too many times now for it to be an accident. He kept leaving, using the excuse that he couldn’t do it to Dad, but each time he’d come right back to us. At this point, it was feeling a lot more like cowardice than loyalty.
Would Dad understand? He knew love. He knew what it was like to fall arse over tit for someone and have that love last the ages. But I wasn’t naïve either. Ez was right. He would never understand Ezra falling for me. Or Flynn. Tristan, yes. But all of us? Never in a million years. If he found out Ezra was fucking me stupid on the regular and then walking away, there would be hell to pay.
I’d never wanted Ezto have to choose, but he already was—Dad would have been the first person Ezra would have confided in and sought advice from—and yet, Ezra wasn’t entirely choosing to do the right thing by Dad either.
I sighed. Complicated didn’t even begin to describe the clusterfuck we found ourselves in. At least if I hid this thing between us, I could buy us some more time to sort our shit out. I needed to act normal and pretend I’d never seen my hot-as-hell boss naked. Dread settled in my belly, nervous butterflies taking flight. This was easier said than done.
