“You good?” Hunter asks both Savannah and I.
“Yes,” Savannah rasps.
“I’m not going to last,” I admit.
Luke chuckles. “Fill her with your cum. I want to watch it drip out of her cunt.”
Luke’s words make me groan, and at the same time, Hunter pulls out to his tip and thrusts forward all the way. I bite my lip to keep quiet, but Savannah starts to scream.
She’s cut off when Hunter covers her mouth with his hand. “Keep in mind that if you scream, the cops will definitely come and knock down the door.”
“And what a view they would get,” Luke grunts appreciatively.
Hunter leans in close. “They’d see a beautiful pair of tits bouncing as the most perfect woman takes two dicks.”
“Then I’d have to kill them all for seeing you like this,” I whisper in Savannah’s ear.
Hunter pulls out and hammers his hips back and forth. I’m barely able to handle it. Savannah thrashes her head from side to side.
I’m so close to coming, and I want everyone else there with me.
With one hand still on Savannah’s breast, I slide my other down her torso. I find her clit and play with it. I feel her core flutter around mine and Hunter’s cocks.
Hunter groans in response.
I flick her bundle of nerves and send her crashing into ecstasy. Her pussy squeezes the life out of my dick, setting off my climax in time with Hunter’s. The peak is never ending.
Then I feel warm liquid splash against us, and I realize Luke came too.
Luke kneels next to me, and our mouths meet. It’s swift but wild. Then he moves to Savannah and gives her the same treatment.
Hunter watches in fascination.
I think everyone is too tired to move, but we can’t stay here much longer.
I lift my head, looking at the three of them. “I vote we do this again next time Savannah needs to go out.”
My comment is comical but sincere.
I think this needs to be a tradition.
CHAPTER 40
SAVANNAH
Earrings on, hair curled, and the strap on my pumps secured. I go over my outfit one more time in the full-length arched mirror. I smooth my hands over my black long-sleeved dress with a corset bodice.
Another purchase from my shopping spree.
Blake called me this morning and said that if I don’t go out with her tonight, she’s going to call the cops for a wellness check. I don’t think she’d go through with it, but I didn’t want to test that. Plus, I miss my best friend.
With one last glance in the mirror, I decide that I’m ready, head out of my room, and go down the stairs. At the bottom, all the breath in my lungs is suddenly gone. Rory is sitting on the couch dressed in a loose polo and dress pants, showing off his strong body. Luke leans against the wall, wearing a sweater with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows, leaving his strong arms in plain view. Hunter is typing on his phone with his other hand in his pocket. He’s dressed in all black with the top buttons of his dress shirt undone.
Is there drool on my face?
One by one, they take notice of my presence. Their eyes roam up and down my body, setting it on fire with the heat in their eyes.
Luke pushes off the wall and stalks toward me. “Nope. We’re staying in.”
