I clench, squeezing around him and Kenta simultaneously, and both men yell in surprise. Kenta speeds back up, slamming into my G-spot, his thrusts almost frantic.
“Christ.” He wraps a hand around my throat, stroking the nape of my neck. “I’m so close, gorgeous.”
“Me too,” I moan, as Matt kneels next to me and starts biting and sucking on my neck. “Come with me.”
Kenta doesn’t respond. Sliding a hand down between our bouncing hips, I cup my palm under his tight, swollen balls andsqueeze.
Fifty-Seven
Briar
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Kenta cries out, his hand tightening on my neck as he explodes. The sudden, powerful rush of his come inside of me shocks me, tipping me over the edge. I shudder and clutch at him as we ride the wave, our sweaty skin slapping together. Glen shouts and falls apart a few moments later, and my eyes fly open as he floods my ass. I didn’t think I’d be able to feel it, but I can; I can feel a deep pressure and seeping heat. I clench my muscles around him as he fills me up deep, and he groans, his hands kneading my ass cheeks as he keeps shakily hammering into me. I writhe between the two men, my whole body trembling and aching and burning as they pound me to completion.
Eventually, the pleasure fades, replaced by overwhelming sensitivity. I flinch at Glen’s next thrust, trying to pull away.
“God,” I choke, every nerve in my body fritzing and shuddering. “Stop, Ken—Glen—whoever, just—oh my God I’m gonnadie—”
Glen kisses my back and pulls out of me, drawing an embarrassingly loud moan from my mouth as I feel his hardness slicking against my walls. Kenta wraps his arms around my neck, tugging my mouth to his. I start making out with him, deep and hot and heavy, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.
Matt reaches over, putting a heavy hand on Kenta’s shoulder. “Move,” he orders, and Kenta chuckles, sitting up and pulling out slowly. My lashes flutter, and I rub my legs together, feeling the hot, sticky gush of his come against my skin.
Kenta touches my cheek, turning my face towards him. He’s flushed and mussed and panting. His dark eyes scan mine, then he smiles brightly. “You’re good,” he says. It’s not a question.
I nod anyway, then laugh, relief relaxing my chest. I’m good. No freakout. Happiness bursts inside of me. “I’m very very very good.”
He pushes forward and gives me one last kiss. “You’re amazing,” he says in my ear, then finally slides off the bed.
I sit back on my haunches and look up at Matt. He looks debauched. His dark hair is mussed and ruffled, his eyes are practically black, and his chest is heaving.
“On your back,” he says roughly. “I want to see your face.”
I sigh heavily. “Matt. How many times do I have to tell you?” I reach forward and wrap my hand around his thick erection. I give him a couple of quick pumps, and he grunts, his hips thrusting forward and his head falling back. “Don’t. Tell. Me. What. To. Do.”
He sighs, meeting my eyes. “Please,” he says quietly. “Please, baby. Roll over for me.”
I smile. “Good boy.”
His eyes flash—and then drop straight between my legs as I obediently flip over onto my back, parting my thighs. He licks his lips, crawling up onto the bed and pressing his body over me. He takes my face in his hands. “Briar.” His voice is a low rasp.
I tilt my lips up to him. “Matt.”
“I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
He dips his head and kisses me deeply as he lines himself up and pushes into me. I’m already so wet that he slides right in. There’s no stretch, no pain or tightness. Just pleasure. He kisses me again, taking a long pull from my lips as he rolls his hips into me.
It’s different from the other times I’ve slept with him. This time, it’s not just sex. We’re making love. As he thrusts deeply into me, his cheek pressed against mine, I feel Glen kneel down by the edge of the bed, taking my foot in his hand. He presses his thumb into the arch, and I gasp as he starts massaging me. On my other side, Kenta starts kneading the muscles in my hand. I shudder at the sensation.
When I imagined a foursome, I certainly didn’t picture having slow, luxurious sex with one hot guy while two other gorgeous menmassage me,but it is adeliciousexperience. I feel so warm and wanted and cared-for, I can feel tears thrumming in the back of my throat.
Keeping up his steady thrusts, Matt switches from his deep French kisses to smaller, soft little bites. I hum softly, leaning my head back against the pillow. My thighs start to twitch around his hips. “I—I’m close.”
“Me too, love.” I know he is. I can see his biceps trembling on either side of my head. He takes my face in his big hand. “Open your eyes. I want to see.”
I do, looking straight into his crystal-blue irises.
