Page 224 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“Fuck,” Julian gasps. He’s got his face right up to mine, greedy for every molecule of energy I radiate. “You like this, baby?”

“Yes, please. I want…” It comes out strangled, urgent, but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.

I need all of them, at once, inside me or on me or around me. The need is cellular, electric, a hunger that has devoured all other motivations. The words stumble out before I’ve even thought them through.

“All of you, I want… Please…”

Julian kisses me, swallowing the rest, the world is only his tongue and the scrape of his teeth on my lip.

Then Xander stands, still holding my thigh up, and lifts me into his arms like it’s nothing. My back slaps the wall. I gasp, and Gabe’s already stripping me the rest of the way, his hands rough, insistent, like he’ll die if there’s anything left between us.

I let my head drop back, dazed with sensation, and this time it’s Xander who kisses my throat, his mouth hungry.

Xander’s cock is pressed between my legs, hot and insistent through the rough drag of his jeans, and I can’t think anymore.

My legs cinch around his waist, reflex, need, terror of falling even as I beg for it, and all three of them are pressed so close to me I’m not sure where the oxygen comes from.

I scrape at Gabe’s shirt until it’s up over his head, hands skating desperate over the hard plane of his stomach.

His heartbeat jumps under my palm, wild and arrhythmic. He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls my hair until I tip my face back, exposing my neck, my pulse. His teeth are cool as he worries at the skin, making me gasp and writhe and bite back a scream.

Xander’s cock is out now, a blunt, glorious pressure against me. I’m wet enough to take it, desperate to be filled, and when he thrusts in all at once, the force of it steals the breath from my lungs.

My head snaps back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut.

For a split second, I’m all sensation, raw nerve pleasure and the stretch of him inside me, heavy and relentless and perfect.

Julian’s mouth claims mine again, and the intensity of kissing him while I’m being fucked open makes me dizzy, weightless.

Gabe’s shoves my breasts together, thumbs flicking over my nipples, while his mouth is already biting, already marking me with his teeth.

I’m making noises that don’t sound human as Xander pounds into me, the wet slap of my body against his hips obscene in the best possible way.

There’s just heat, hunger, frantic motion.

Julian drops to his knees. Hands on my ass, he buries his face in the slick join of our bodies, licking where Xander’s cock disappears inside me.

I lose it.

The sensation is too much. His tongue lapping at me, Xander pistoning in, Gabe sucking at my nipple until it hurts.

Each orgasm is a chain reaction, detonating through me in recursive loops, the next one building over the ruins of the previous until I’m sure I’ll never be able to speak or think again.

Gabe’s cock springs free, flushed and wet at the tip, and my mouth waters just looking at it. He fists himself as he watches what’s happening in front of him and the sight of his want, so open, so unguarded, makes my pussy clench again around Xander’s cock, a greedy, grasping thing that wants everything, more, forever.

I reach for Gabe without thinking, pull him forward by the hips, and his cock slides hot and perfect into my mouth.

I choke on the first inch, unready but unwilling to pause. He groans, hips flexing just enough he’s not fucking my throat, but guiding, bracing, letting me find the right pressure and angle.

His flavor is different from the others, all salt and musk. I hollow my cheeks, suck him deep, hear him curse under his breath, and the power in that sound makes me wild.

Julian’s tongue is a miracle, relentless and so filthy I can barely stand it. Every thrust of Xander finds my G-spot, every retreat leaves me aching, and Gabe’s cock stretches my mouth. The salt, the friction, and the stretch trigger a cascade of pleasure from every greedy cell in my body.

There’s no shame left in me, not for anything, not for the way I moan around Gabe’s cock or how my hips pitch forward, demanding more of Xander’s relentless fucking, or the way I move against Julian’s tongue like I’m starved for it, which I am.

Things get frantic, a glorious collision of desperation and belonging. I’m soaked, trembling, and split open in every way I’ve ever wanted.

Everything is slick. The inside of my thighs, Xander’s cock, the heat of Julian’s face buried between my legs.