Kenta straightens, kisses her hard on her open mouth, then slides an arm under her knees and sweeps her right off her feet, carrying her into our bedroom.
Glen and I both follow, watching as Kenta sits at the head of his bed, setting our shivering client between his legs. He strips her methodically, kissing slowly down her neck as he carefully pulls off her clothes, until all that’s left is the jewellery dangling delicately from her earlobes. She looks up at him, her blonde hair mussed. “Please,” she says hoarsely. She’s rocking slightly against the quilt.
“Lay down,” he says, leading her head into his lap. She does, twisting to mouth at the bulge tenting his dress pants.
He gently turns her face away. “No, don’t worry about that.”
“About what? Your dick?” She reaches up and strokes it. “Worriedisn’t the word I’d use.”
Kenta’s jaw flexes. “Smith,” he barks, “get in position.”
I snort. Briar wriggles. “I’m a beautiful woman,” she reminds us, “not a tactical war ground.”
Glen kneels on the mattress between her legs. “I’m very aware of that, lass,” he says quietly, spreading her thighs.
“Well then, maybe refer to me as one, instead of—”
Kenta reaches forward and clasps her face, holding it in place as Glen lowers his head and starts to eat her out like a starving man. Her eyes fly wide open. She gasps, arching right off the bed. I sit back on the edge of the mattress, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as I enjoy the show. Between the toy, Glen’s mouth, and Kenta’s hands slowly sliding down to cup her breasts, Briar is going crazy. She tightens her thighs around the Scottish man’s neck, squirming over his lips as she desperately tries to soothe the ache of the bullet inside her. I can hear the tinny buzz of the vibrations between her breathy gasps.
“Oh,” she keens, reaching down and grabbing his head. Her spine is bending, her feet scrabbling for purchase on the silky sheets. She’s about to come. “OhGod—”
Glen suddenly pulls back, wiping off his wet face. His cheeks are pink as meets my eye and politely waves a hand between her legs, like he’s inviting me to take his spot.
Briar pops her head up, eyes burning. “Why did you stop?!” She squawks. “I was just about to—”
I brace myself with a hand on each knee and bury my face between her legs, lapping up the hot beads of her arousal. She tastes hot and sweet and a little sharp. I can feel the tiny bullet vibrating deep inside of her as I lick into her entrance.
Glen went hard on her, setting a punishing pace as he ravaged her with his tongue. I’m not surprised, given how much she teased him at dinner. I go slower, taking my time, nuzzling into her damp curls until Glen taps my shoulder and I pull back.
We take turns going down on her, each of us spending a minute or so between her thighs, lavishing her with attention, before switching out again. When she finally loses it, I’m tongue-deep in her, and she’s gyrating over my face, choking.
Suddenly, she freezes, flinging an arm over her eyes. Her centre pulses and floods as she explodes against my face. She twists her head and bites Kenta’s thigh, muffling her cries into his trousers as she comes wrenchingly. Her climax seems to last forever, and I greedily suck up the wetness dripping from her fluttering, aching core. When she finally quiets down, she flops back against the mattress, exhausted and shivering.
“Feel better?” I ask, giving her one last little lick.
She shakes her head. “Still f-feel like I n-need to come,” she mumbles, shifting and moaning softly. It takes me a second to realise that with the bullet still lodged inside her, she can’t get any real relief. Smiling, I reach up and slide my fingers into her, curling them inside her entrance. Her body jerks again, a smaller climax rocking through her almost immediately. I see a tear streak down her cheek as she grips the sheets weakly, gasping and sobbing. I run my free hand soothingly over her quivering stomach, and keep touching her until she finally goes quiet, still rocking slightly in the growing damp patch on the bed. She looks at us through eyelashes spiked with tears.
“I’m going to die,” Kenta mutters, stroking back her hair.
“Enough,” she squeaks, squirming upright. “I need someone.” She narrows her eyes at Glen. “You. I’m gonna fuck some body positivity into you.”
He immediately starts to strip.
“I have really low self-esteem,” I say, trying to look pathetic. “It’s hard, being this hideous.”
She snorts. “Carter, if I left you in a room with a mirror, I’d come back to find you sucking your own dick.”
“Maybe we should just leave that vibe in there,” Glen muses, shucking off his boxers and rolling on a condom. “See how deep we can get it inside you.”
Her eyes widen. “No,God,take it out first, I’ll actually die!”
He huffs a laugh. “Just kidding, sweetheart.” He rubs his lips against hers, sliding his fingers into her and slipping out the bullet. We all stare at it, pinched between his fingers. It’s soaking wet and slippery with her juices. For a moment, no one says anything.
Then Briar launches herself at Glen, practically attacking him as she throws herself into his lap, sheathing herself over him in one fast stroke. He barely has enough time to grab a hold of her hips before she starts riding him, fast and desperate. Their sweaty skin slaps together. I watch her breasts bounce, her teeth gritting as she grinds her hips down.
She glances at me sideways. “You. Here,” she commands.
I scooch forward. “Yes, princess?”
