“She says she likes swallowing,” Kenta says helpfully, stroking his cheek against Briar’s back.
“Fuck,” I say, losing it. Her throat relaxes around me, and I roar as I blast into her, filling her with a hot burst of come. She drinks down everything I give her, arching against Glen as she rocks over his hips. She’s making soft noises now, shuddering against me. A warm, sleepy haze falls over my brain. I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging slightly at the silky blonde strands.
“Baby,” I mumble.
She pulls back, licking her swollen lips. “Baby,huh?”
I’m too blissed out to be embarrassed. “Slipped out.”
“Hm.” She leans forward, pressing a kiss to my stomach. “I preferprincess,” she whispers, kissing my tip, before waving forward Kenta. The man looks a mess, his long hair falling loose around his face.
“I won’t be long,” he warns, and she nods, taking him in her mouth again, her pretty lips stretching around him. She was definitely wearing lipstick at the beginning of the night, but it’s long gone now, kissed and sucked away. I watch unabashedly as she blows Kenta, her sex-flushed body bouncing between him and Glen until he throws back his head and shouts his release, spilling into her mouth.
I think the sight of her gulping down his seed is what sends Glen over the edge.
“Briar,” he starts, and she nods, turning shakily toward him. The two of them start riding each other faster and faster, setting an almost inhuman pace. Sweat is dripping down Glen’s face. As I watch, Briar leans forward and licks a line down the side of his cheek, brushing her lips over Glen’s scar. He looks up at her through his lashes, his throat contracting in a swallow as she nuzzles the bumpy skin, kissing it.
“God,” she murmurs, pressing her face against his. Her thighs are flexing and shivering as her back arches. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”
He blushes. Briar throws out her arms and grasps the headboard, bracing herself to come. All of her muscles strain. Kenta finds the bullet again, switching it on and bringing it back to Briar’s breast right as she reaches her peak.
The headboard rattles alarmingly against the wall. Briar tips her head back, lips parting, and I can’t stop myself from pressing my mouth to hers as she screams her climax. I kiss her the whole way through, drinking up her cries and gasps as she claws at the headboard, her fingernails gouging marks in the expensive wood. Below us, I vaguely register Glen tensing and shouting, gripping her thighs as he blows his load inside of her. I ignore him. All I can think of is the girl coming against me. I clasp her close to me, running my hands over her shivery skin as she trembles and sighs.
Eventually, they both stop moving. Briar’s mouth goes slack against mine. She nuzzles into my neck, sagging against me.
“I’m dead,” she mumbles. “You all killed me. I’m a ghost. You guys need to run. The tabloids will be here in an hour.”
“Fuck,” Kenta murmurs, burying his face in her hip. “We can’t get charged with murdering a celeb. It’d ruin us.”
Groaning, Briar lifts herself carefully off Glen, pressing a kiss to his hair before flopping, exhausted, onto the sheets. I can see the insides of her thighs shining with her arousal, and lean forward, swiping a finger between her folds and bringing it up to my mouth to lick. She shudders and glares at me.
“Here,” she orders. “All of you. Now.”
I crash into the bed next to her as Glen hobbles off to the bathroom to clean up. He and Kenta both lay down on Briar’s other side, sandwiching her between us.
“Move yourleg,” Kenta mumbles to Glen. “I don’t want to bloody spoon you, mate.”
Glen blows him a very audible kiss. “Love you too, Kenny.”
Briar sighs happily.
On the bedside table, my phone buzzes. I check my messages. Glen’s sent us both a link to a jewellery website.
G: We should get her a real present
“Sure,” I say out loud. “Tomorrow.”
“Something silver,” Kenta murmurs.
“What are you guys talking about?” Briar asks, rolling to see over my shoulder.
I hide my phone. “Security arrangements.”
“Silver?”
“It’s code.”
“For what?”
