I don’t need any more convincing than that. Before anyone can say another word, I’m shucking off my pants and running back to my bedroom. I hear the men laughing behind me as they follow.
I can’t help it. I’m desperate. This is essentially my biggest fantasy come to life. I need all three of them like I need my next breath. I stumble into my bedroom and drop onto the bed, grabbing Luke by the hand and dragging him down with me for another kiss. Dimly, I hear Zack rummaging in my bedside drawer.
“You have been doing your homework,” he says happily, pulling out the bottle of lube. “Christ, love, you’re getting through this stuff.”
“Makes everything feel so much better,” I moan, reaching out to cup Luke’s flushed balls.
He catches my wrist and pulls my hand away. “No.” He says quietly. “I want to watch you. I’ll be here when you need me.” He stands as Zack settles onto the mattress behind me. True to form, he’s gotten naked at some point in the last few seconds. I run my eyes hungrily over his thick, toned thighs and brick-like abs. He might not play rugby anymore, but he definitely works out enough to keep up his body.
He grins at me. “Like what ya see, pet?” He asks, his Northern accent thickening. “God, I’ve been dreaming of you like this.” He smooths a hand over my bum cheek, stroking it possessively, then yanks me into his lap, my back against his hard chest. “Alright, lass. I’m gonna go slow with you, since you ain’t done this in a while. Tell me if it gets uncomfy. Josh, get her nice and warm.”
Josh comes to sit on the bed in front of me, his dark eyes searching my face. He threads a hand through my hair.
“You’re okay?” He asks quietly. I know he’s thinking about last night.
“Better now. Promise.”
He nods and tries to catch my mouth in a kiss, but I dodge it and start making out with his neck. His whole body jerks with shock, his mouth falling open on a pant. His hand flies up to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place as I nibble on his throat.
“Oh, you found Josh’s Mute button,” Zack says casually, uncapping the bottle. “That’s nice.”
“Where’s yours?” I ask sweetly, sucking on the pulse beating under Josh’s skin. He groans, shuddering. “Could come in handy.”
“Right under my balls. Feel free to try and find it any time.” Without warning, he slips a hand under my butt and pushes his slick fingertip against my back hole, rubbing a slow circle. I tense at the pressure, and both men slide forward, squeezing me in between two hot, muscled chests.
“This is on the list,” Zack tells Luke conversationally, as Josh tugs me into a hot kiss. My lashes flutter as his strong arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. Heat is thudding through my skin as he kisses his way down from my mouth, to my throat, then buries his face in my warm, trembling breasts. I arch back into Zack, sighing. The sensation is incredible. Silky and warm and wet…
I start to rock slowly on Zack’s lap, grinding my softly swelling sex against his bare leg as Josh licks lazily at my breasts, tickling my wet nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“She likes to be surrounded,” Zack informs Luke, who’s watching darkly. “It breaks her brain. And it means when I do this…”
He adds more pressure, sliding the very tip of his finger inside me. I quiver. It’s not painful, not exactly, but close enough. My back hole burns.
“There’s nowhere for her to go,” Zack finishes, sounding very pleased with himself.
“Get her wetter,” Luke orders over our heads. “She needs more.”
“Aight, boss.” There’s a wet squirting noise, and more cold liquid dribbles between my hot cheeks. Zack starts to massage the wetness into my tight arsehole. I press my face into Josh’s neck. “This is what you like, huh, gorgeous?” Zack asks. “She’s all packed in tight. Tight and full, huh, babe?” He gives my bum a slap, and I hiss, pressing closer into Josh.
“I see,” Luke says, his voice level. “That’s very interesting.” He tilts his head, surveying us. “You know, I think you could push her a bit harder, Zack.”
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I choke.
Zack chuckles. “Aight, boss.”
I feel more cool wetness against my behind, and then increasing pressure as Zack pushes his fingertip into me. I moan, my thighs quivering. It’s so goddamn tight.
Still plastered against my front, Josh reaches forward, sliding his fingers between my crossed legs. I don’t realise how wet I am until he starts swirling through my slick folds, rubbing his thumb leisurely over my twitching bundle of nerves.