“Watch that pretty face when you come, baby,” Knox commands.
It’s hard. I’ve never watched myself. But the more they touch me and fuck me, the more I’m into it. My face flushes. My lips go dark and plump. When I catch fire, I watch myself burn.
They take over from there.
Salem helps me to my trembling knees and says, “Use that pretty mouth and those hands, multitasker.”
I swallow him down and grab the other two. They use my hands to jerk themselves off, so I can concentrate and not bite Salem too hard. His fingers weave into my hair to control my pace, back and forth down his shaft. I feel his pulse in my lips. Sometimes, he chokes me, and that only gets me hotter.
Him too. “Fuck, that’s it. Right now!” He goes deep, and I weather his thrusts, not losing a drop.
“Oh, fuck this, I need more,” Knox says as he gets down on the floor next to me.
“What—oh!” I chirp as he pulls me onto his face.
My knees sit on either side of his head, and he holds me to him, willing to drown, apparently. Then Houston is there, cock in my face. “Give me that mouth, precious.”
My jaw aches, but I want this. Tonight, I want them all in my mouth. I crave it.
I take him, stretching my mouth around his girthy cock as best I can while Knox eats me from underneath. His tongue ticks my clit to the rhythm of my orgasm. Houston gags me over and over, making me dizzy on him.
“Damn. Keep this up, and we’re never going to dinner,” Salem says.
I look at him, and he’s stroking himself to the scene. Glad we could put on a show for him.
A finger hooks into me, and I come all over Knox’s handsome face, choking on Houston. He erupts down my throat, making a mess of me. I can’t swallow it all, but I try.
Once he’s through, I wipe my mouth and warn Knox, “You’re next.”
“Mm?”
I turn around on him, straddling his face the other way, then bend forward and take him in my mouth too. I taste his salt and get lost in the flavor of him. He grips me against his face, his chin at my clit, bristled and rough on my most sensitive parts.
That only makes me want it more.
I ride his face while I suck his cock, and he thrusts up as much as he can to meet me. When I feel him throb against my tongue, I’m shaking. New fingers slide into me from behind, talented ones. They find my G-spot and work me there while Knox’s chin does the rest.
I explode. “I’m coming, fuck!”
“Oh, good girl,” Salem says.
Someone strokes my back while the climax takes over. But I get back on Knox’s cock and he doesn’t disappoint, shooting across my tongue as I come with him.
It takes me by the spine and shakes me out, and I let it, jaw open, breath rough, hands grabbing for his thighs for balance. We fall into each other on the floor. We breathe. Rough. Hoarse.
“Bathroom,” I say, when I can think again. I rinse my face in cool water and see a version of myself I like. Flushed, hair ruined, eyes clear. Not bad for a queasy day.
Is cum a nausea remedy? I don’t know. All I know is that I wanted it.
I come back and we do the after, which is my favorite part. Houston finds water. Knox wipes the worst crumbs off the couch. Salem steals the sheet off the bed and makes a little tent, and we lie there, limbs everywhere, calm in a pile that reads as chaos from the outside and as home from here.
We sleep. The bus will move again tomorrow. My stomach will try me again. I’ll handle it.
By Friday, we pull into Vancouver for a weekend run. Talia meets us in the lobby in a dress with a flower on her hat the size of my hand and a smile like a sunrise. She kisses cheeks and pinches Salem’s jaw and coos at Houston’s ponytail and tells Knox he looks tired and needs a nap. She smells like pricy lotion and lipstick. “I missed Canada. I had some wild times here.”
“I’m convinced you had wild times anywhere you went.”
“Correct,” she says, delighted. “Pool boys in LA. Pool boys in Vegas. It’s a lifestyle.”
