Somehow, even though we're in public, we’re not really on display.
So when Beast grips the hem of my jeans, preparing to open my fly, then looks up for permission, I smile and tell him, "You first."
Eager to please, he stands and unbuttons his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles. Like there's no one else here but us. His thick cock is pressing against his boxer briefs like it's going to burst out right through the fabric. "Gonna have to show some skin if you want the shorts off," he says with a laugh.
Am I doing this? I guess I am.
I lean forwards so Piston can unhook my bra. His deft fingers pop the hooks, and then it falls free. His hands slide along my sides to cup me before he pulls me back against him.
Zero unbuttons my jeans, his shirt and cut already put aside so I can admire his dark ink and tight, rippling muscles. "Last chance." If ice could smolder, that's exactly what his eyes would be doing.
I nod.
They pull down my jeans, showing off my matching panties, and before I know it, I'm naked in the Screaming Eagles common room. It'd feel a lot scarier if I weren't surrounded by three men who would kill to keep me safe.
At this point there's so much exposed sex happening now that we’re not even notable. Beast caresses my skin, telling me how sexy I am as across from us, Rebel has his jeans pulled down and he's up on his knees, pressing his big cock into Angel, who in turn moans as she sucks off the other guy.
"I want what she's having."
Zero laughs. "I like it when you ask." He grips my thighs and pushes them back as he kneels in front of me. "Hold these," he instructs Piston, who takes my ankles and keeps me wide open while Zero gets his jeans down. Someone thought ahead, because Beast presses a foil packet into Zero’s hand. A moment later, he's got himself covered and is nudging the tip against my dripping pussy, preparing to fuck me while I’m still in Piston's lap.
It's obscene to watch his thickness spread me open as he buries himself in one long, slow push that fills me completely. I groan at the stretch, a challenge of pleasure and a little bit of an ache. Digging my fingers into Piston's thighs under me, I can't stop watching as Zero thrusts, finding a steady rhythm that rocks me back and forth over the hard rod in Piston's jeans.
A vague thought of what it might be like with two of them in me at once flashes through my mind vividly enough that I let out a surprised moan. I mean, I know it's possible. I've seen porn. I just never imagined that it might involve me, but if I've got three men to take care of…
Now that Piston's hands are busy holding my legs wide for Zero, Beast takes over playing with my exposed breasts. He cups them and squeezes as Zero’s thick finger finds my clit, right above where he’s fucking me. Beast flicks my nipples, giving them a little squeeze while Piston goes back to nibbling on my ears and kissing the back of my neck. It’s hard to describe the feeling of being nestled between all three of them. I’m trapped, but in a good way. Secure.
Angel beats me to the first orgasm. She cries out, drawing my eyes away from where Zero is filling me just in time to see the cock drop from her mouth as she succumbs to Rebel's relentless assault. He’s fucking her hard enough that I can hear his hips slapping against her ass. She braces herself against the other guy, the three of them rocking in unison.
Zero moves like he’s got something to prove, thrusting harder and faster until each assault forces a wild gasp out of me. Along with the constant strumming of my clit, Beast’s hands on my nipples and Piston's blunt teeth on my neck, I can't hold it off any longer even if I wanted to.
I come hard around Zero, every muscle in my body clenching tight. It makes him feel even thicker inside me. My back arches and my legs strain against Piston's iron grasp, getting nowhere. I try to keep from making a lot of noise, but it’s no use. I cry out as my eyes roll back and I come.
Zero groans and shoves deep one last time as he fucks me through the aftershocks. God, I can feel him coming, and I want him to make a mess of me, without the latex between us. Just skin on skin, our juices mixing. Primal. Sweaty and dirty.
I flop against Piston after Zero pulls out, my orgasm having run its course. I groan at the loss of him, feeling wrung out and hungry for more at the same time.
Now that I've got some freedom to move, Piston manages to work his jeans down and get his hot shaft nestled against my ass. I start to lift my hips and let him fill me, but he surprises me by flipping me around to face his chest. His deep brown, lust-darkened eyes look right into mine as I straddle his hips and sink down onto his shaft. I'm stuffed completely while bracing my hands on his shoulders. He grips my ass with both hands and does most of the work, lifting and lowering me on his own cock. Which is good, since my legs are still weak.
Meanwhile, Beast, who's been stroking himself while watching us, moves next to us and turns my face his way. He fists his shaft and points his massive cock at my mouth. There's a drop of precum at the tip that I clean off with a swipe of my tongue. He groans as I let him in, tasting him as he fills my mouth.
When something touches my ass between Piston's hands, I squeak in surprise. Zero laughs. "Is this ever an option?" I think it's his finger, which he swirls in little circles around the tight pucker of muscle back there, teasing out a tingly sensation that I’m not quite sure how to feel about.
"Maybe?" I whisper uncertainly, pulling away from Beast for a moment.
"Tell me to stop," Zero says, then increases the pressure just a little. Not forcing anything, just getting me used to sensations I've never felt before, not like that.
It's like I'm floating on a sex cloud, supported by all three of them. Piston pumping me on his cock, Beast fucking betweenmy lips, and Zero teasing me from behind. In all my time before I met them, it's been rare enough that anyone has managed to make me finish even once, and now it feels like a money back guarantee.
My nails dig into Piston's shoulders as Beast grows saltier in my mouth. His grip tightens in my hair, and his thrusts grow more insistent. I relax and swallow, taking him deeper with a moan. I tighten as the first warning contractions of an incoming orgasm shakes me. Piston grips my hips harder, and when Zero presses a kiss to the back of my neck as he plays with my ass, I fall apart in their arms all over again.
It’s a good thing they have a tight hold on me or I might just fly away. Beast pulls back a little, letting me work his crown as he jerks off into my mouth. My stomach does a little flip, my body clenches, and Piston moans at the sudden tightness as I gasp for air. The next time Beast thrusts between my lips, he puts a hand behind my head and holds me in place as thick cum spills over my tongue. I swallow most of it, but some spills over my lip and onto my chin.
Piston is last man standing. I couldn’t tell you if the whole room is watching us, or if we’re the only ones left. I bounce on his cock, and without Beast in my mouth to muffle my cries, I'm sure the whole building can hear us but. I can’t find it in myself to care. Piston pushes me down onto his lap and thrusts his hips up, his cock exploding deep inside me. We hold that position long enough that it feels like time just stops, before I finally collapse against him, completely worn out.
"Can’t feel my legs," I whisper, mostly joking.
Piston squeezes me close with his strong arms. "What, you're done already?" He laughs.
