“I always fancied Legolas when I was younger,” she confides, tightening her fingers and giving my hair a firm tug.
I hiss as electricity sparkles through my scalp. My hips buck helplessly up into her, our pelvises slamming together. “Jesus, it’s notthatlong. I was aiming for Aragorn.”
She snorts, twisting to look over her shoulder. “You okay back there?” She asks Glen. “You’re awfully quiet.”
I glance up at my teammate. Glen is kneeling on the mattress behind Briar, his eyes fixed firmly on her behind.
“You’ve got a gorgeous arse,” he rumbles. “Like a little heart.”
“I will pass on the review to my personal trainer,” Briar says. There’s a smacking sound, and she yelps, leaning into me. I lift my hips, changing the angle slightly, and her pink mouth falls open into a gorgeous little O-shape. She moans, rubbing her soft tits up against my chest.
“Kenta,” she murmurs, over and over. “Kenta.God.”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I rasp as her thighs start to quiver. “Take what you need.”
She makes a little agonised whimper and leans forward, pressing her forehead to mine as we rock together. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, catching her mouth with mine. I can already feel my balls tightening.
“Glen,” I warn. “Hurry up.” If this is the girl’s first threesome, there’s no way in Hell I’m coming yet. I hear the rumple of clothes and the snap of a belt as he undresses, then Briar sighs as he wraps his hands around her waist, squeezing her breasts.
“God,” she gets out through gritted teeth, arching between our bodies. “Why does anyone ever have sex with one man at a time? This is great.”
Glen laughs. “You good, Kenny?”
“Not for much longer,” I force out.
He nods. “Flip her over.”
I give Briar one last kiss, then take a hold of her hips and gently lift her off me. She whines, and I groan as I feel her entrance clutch greedily around me, like she wants to keep me inside of her.
“But—”
“Shh.” I put my hands on her shoulders and roll her over so she’s on her hands and knees.
“Well?” Glen asks expectantly.
“You’re right,” I agree. “Absolutely gorgeous.” I stroke one of her trembling ass cheeks, then give it a little squeeze. “I’d say more of a peach than a heart, though.”
Briar growls. “I never realised you guys were such bloody poets,” she spits, grinding back into me.
I lean forward, running a hand between her legs. She shudders over me. I lick my lips as I feel her wetness coat my fingers.
“Oh, sweetness, you’resoaked.”
Glen’s eyes darken. He immediately reaches forward, his hand joining mine. We both stroke through her hot folds, rubbing and fondling and pinching in tandem, and she drips over us, writhing and mewling.
“Oh God.Please.” She rubs down on both of our hands, desperate to get some real pressure. When that doesn’t work, she groans, lunging forward and grabbing Glen’s dick. His mouth drops open as she starts pressing sloppy, hungry kisses down his length.
“Christ. Lass. You don’t have to—”
“Don’thaveto,” she snorts, opening her mouth and swallowing him down. He groans deeply, his head rolling back and his eyes falling closed as she takes him in deep.
As she goes down on Glen, her head bobbing enthusiastically, I twist my hand and plunge two fingers deep inside her wet, pulsing core. Her thighs immediately tighten around my wrist like a vice, holding me in place.
“More,” she mumbles.
“Coming right up.” Instead of adding another finger, I line up by her throbbing entrance and plunge back inside her. She’s tight and hot, stretching to accommodate me. She gasps, her hand flying backwards to grab aimlessly at me.
I freeze, half-buried inside her. “Too much?” I ask, fighting to keep still.
