Harlow
When we get to the hotel, we head straight to the elevators and up to our room. The boys and I have a four-bedroom suite with enough space for all of us, while Jacinta and Jace have secured rooms on a lower floor.
“Jacinta and Jace said you need to be showered and ready for hair and makeup by five tomorrow evening. They’ll take care of shoes and a wrap for you, so everything will be delivered in time to get ready,” Holden relays, leading me into the room they set aside for me. Oliver and Holden are going to share one of the others, while the other four will share the last two. How thoughtful of them to give me my own room, but does that mean that none of them want to share my bed? I don't know how I feel about that. I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to someone, but maybe this is their way of making sure no one will have to argue about who gets to share my bed tonight. Maybe I'll just let it happen organically. They haven’t shared any complaints with me so far, and I’ve really been just playing it by ear and hoping for the best.
My bags are already in my room, and I can’t wait to have a shower. I drop my trusty backpack on the bed and start stripping off my clothes, not caring that Holden has just thrown himself onto my bed and is watching with his hands behind his head. By the time he claims my attention, I’m wearing nothing but underwear.
“Now,that’swhat I call entertainment.” His eyes are hungry as they run the length of my body, and his sweats are tented with his arousal.
“You can keep it in your pants, you horndog. I need a shower. I want to wash my hair, and I’d really like to do that alone,” I growl playfully, and he pouts, grabbing his package.
“But what am I going to do with this? It would be such a waste,” he whines, but I roll my eyes.
“You’ve got two working arms and a heartbeat. I’m sure you can figure something out,” I tell him just as Oliver walks into the room.
“What’s he working out?” he asks, his eyes locked to my semi naked body, and I throw up my hands and point to him.
“There you go. Maybe he can help you out. That way it’s not a waste.” Oliver takes his eyes off my ass to look questioningly at Holden, but understanding sparks in his eyes when he spots the tent in Holden’s pants. He turns quickly and pokes his head out of the door.
“Harlow’s having a shower and wants to be left alone,” he calls to the others before slamming the door and locking it.
“I most definitely can take care of it. Tag, I’m it.” he growls, then stalks to the bed while stripping off his shirt. I snort before hurrying away. If I watch, I’m going to join in, then I’ll never get my shower. Holden’s shout almost has me turning to join, but I grit my teeth and close the bathroom door. They need some one-on-one time to work out their shit.
Stripping off my underwear, I run the hot water and groan when I climb in, letting the water cascade over my body. All the sexual escapades are wreaking as much havoc on my body as the stalker has, though they are most definitely more rewarding.
I feel a smile spread across my face at the thought of all the sex I’ve had in the last few days. And honestly, it’s not just the sex but the relationships I’m building with each of these unique and wonderful men. Yes, I’ve had a setback with my professional goals, and yes, I’m devastated about it, but I also don't feel guilty when Poppy offers to throw money at it. I know I deserve those internships, and my personal life should not factor into it the decision of who would be best for the job. They should be looking at recommendations from all of my lecturers and local vets that I’ve worked with—not some tabloid trash that doesn't know what they're talking about.
My anger runs through me as hot as the water flowing over my body, but I shake it off. I haven't actually taken any time off between high school and college, and I've been in college for a long while now. A temporary break is going to be good for me, and I plan on making the most of it. I just wish this stalker wasn't hanging over our heads so that we could spend more time in Europe.
By the time I’ve finished washing my hair and drying off, I wrap the towel around me and head out to where I left my bags. The view that greets me is breathtaking, literally stopping me in my tracks. Holden has Oliver on his back, and they’re chest to chest, arms wrapped around each other. I can see Holden’s cock moving in and out of Oliver’s ass while Oli’s thick length is trapped between their bodies as they kiss each other with so much passion I can feel it from where I'm standing. A noise must have left my mouth because they break apart, Holden offering his hand.
“Would you like to join us?” From the genuine smile on Oli’s face, I’m pretty sure they were just waiting for me.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to cut intoyourtime together.”
“Baby, we would never turn you away.” Oliver moans as Holden thrusts a little harder, and my pussy starts to drip with desire.
“God, you both suck. How can I refuse an offer like that?” I drop my towel and hurry over to the bed.
“No. How aboutyousuck?” Holden suggests, leaning back on his knees, his cock still lodged deep in Oli’s ass. He’s shifted his upper body back enough that he can tease me with the sight of Oli’s ready cock, standing upright like it’s being presented just for me. “Climb on and ride his face while I watch you suck his dick.”
Oh my god, these guys and their dirty talk. It definitely is one of my triggers. They only have to whisper filthy words to me, and I’m all theirs.
I’m a little shy about just climbing on as he suggests, but Holden pulls me closer and kisses me hard as Oliver grabs my body and helps me straddle his chest, using both his hands to lift me toward his mouth. I pull away from Holden, yelping when my body falls forward, allowing Oli’s tongue to swipe through my folds. My yelp quickly turns into a groan as I come face to face with Oli’s dick. Wrapping my hand around it, I pump my fist up and down a couple of times, savoring the way he groans into my wet heat. Holden lazily thrusts back and forth, holding my hair out of the way so he can watch.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Lick it.” I run my tongue up and down his length a couple of times, getting it wet before engulfing it with my mouth and taking him down deep.
“Oh yeah,” Holden groans, and his thrusts speed up. I use my other hand to reach around and play with his sack that’s slapping with every one of his thrusts.
Oliver steps up his attention to my clit and shoves two fingers deep inside me, causing my actions to falter as I ride the sensations.
My hands keep working, and I moan around his length, the sound choked by his thrusts into my mouth.
“You guys are a fucking wet dream. Watching the two of you like that is hot as fuck.” Holden grips Oli’s hips and steps up his pace. “I want you to come all over his face, Harlow, and make sure you swallow him down.”
His words are like a detonation switch. All of a sudden, my orgasm explodes, my pussy clamping down on Oliver’s fingers and drenching his face in my cum. At the same time, he groans into my pussy as his own cum floods my mouth. It’s all a bit too much, so some of it dribbles back out, painting my face.
Holden’s eyes are wide as he groans and slams himself deep into Oli’s ass, shuddering and joining us over the edge. He leans down and kisses me, licking the dripping cum from my face, and I spasm around Oliver’s fingers again.
