Page 23 of Vegas with my Ex’s Best Friends

Liam hooks his fingers into the ties of her bikini bottoms and pulls. The scrap of fabric falls away, revealing her smooth, glistening pussy. She's soaked. The scent of her hits me like a drug.

Ethan lays her down gently in the center of the bed, and we follow.

I settle between her spread thighs first, pushing them wider with my palms. She's pink and swollen and dripping for us. I drag my tongue up her slit in one long, slow stroke, savoring her cry and how her hips jerk. Her taste hits my tongue, sweet and musky. I groan against her and dive in, drawing firm circles over her clit with patient, teasing pressure while two thick fingers slide deep inside her tight heat.

Liam and Ethan take her upper body. Liam latches onto her other nipple, sucking hard, while Ethan kisses her senseless, swallowing every moan. Her hands fist the sheets, then our hair, then whatever she can reach. Her thighs tremble around my head as I curl my fingers against that spongy spot inside her and suck her clit in building pulses.

She comes with a broken sob, back bowing off the bed, pussy pulsing around my fingers. We don't stop. I keep licking her through it, gentling only when she starts to whine from overstimulation, then building her right back up again.

When she's shaking and begging incoherently, we switch.

Ethan takes my place between her legs, his broad shoulders spreading her wide. He doesn't rush. He watches her. Adjusts once. Then again. Like he's learning her in real time and refusing to get it wrong—methodical, devastating, the whole of his focus narrowed to exactly this.

Liam presses his grin against her inner thigh. Then it fades, just for a second—like even he didn't expect it to feel like this.

He moves to her mouth, feeding her his cock inch by slow inch while I kneel beside her, stroking myself, letting her watch. Her eyes are glassy, lips stretched around Liam's thick length, cheeks hollowing as she sucks him with desperate hunger.

I lean down, mouth at her ear. “Riley.” Her name, first. Then: “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.” The things I should have said seven years ago, said now into her skin like they might still count for something.

She whimpers around Liam, hips grinding frantically against Ethan's tongue.

The second orgasm rips through her even harder. Her muffled scream vibrates around Liam's cock, and he curses, pulling out just before he loses control.

We're all breathing hard, skin slick with sweat now instead of water. Riley looks wrecked in the best way—hair wild, lips swollen, eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

She reaches for me with trembling hands.

“Andrew,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “Please. I need you inside me.”

I don't make her repeat it.

I settle over her, caging her in with my arms, and slide into her in one long, smooth thrust. She's scorching hot, silky tight, and so wet I bottom out with a groan that comes from my soul. Her walls flutter and clench around me like she's trying to pull me even deeper.

Liam and Ethan flank her on either side. While I move in deep, rolling strokes, deep enough that she feels every inch, Liam feeds her his cock again and Ethan sucks marks into her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until she's writhing.

This isn't just me. It's all of us. Her between us like this was always where she was meant to be—and that thought should terrify me more than it does.

We trade places again and again, drawing it out, never letting her come down completely. One of us buried inside her while another fills her mouth. Hands and mouths everywhere. When she comes the third time, it's with my cock pounding into her and Liam's fingers on her clit, Ethan's mouth on hers. She shatters so hard her whole body locks up, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as wave after wave crashes through her.

Only then do we finally let ourselves go.

I pull out at the last second and come across her trembling stomach in thick ropes. Liam follows. Ethan last, quiet.

Riley lies there afterward, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening. She looks thoroughly undone—and somehow, impossibly, like she belongs here.

She reaches for me first, tugging me down beside her. Her forehead presses to my jaw, breath warm and shaky against my skin.

“Stay,” she whispers.

Not the worst decision.

The only one.

I'd make it every time.

The only sound is Riley breathing.

In here everything has settled into a different dark. After-quiet.