“Oh, yeah,” he grunts. “I’ve been thinking about those juicy lips around my cock from the moment I saw you in our lobby, Lily.”
I suck in a breath and study his incredible body, desperate to taste him. West is discarding the rest of his clothes, and when he stands straight, my heart skips a beat or three at the sight of his naked form. His cock is thick and veined like his forearms. Shit. How the hell am I going to satisfy them both? Maybe I haven’t thought this through enough.
West wraps his hand around his shaft and tugs hard, making his crown weep with precum too. A deep growl rumbles in his chest, and his stormy eyes burn into mine. “I’m so desperate to fuck you, Lily.”
I pant, struggling to breathe and think straight at the same time.
Crawling onto the bed, West pushes my thighs apart and stares at my pussy like a lion eyeing its kill. Without any further warning, he sinks two fingers inside me, and my back arches off the bed.
“Holy fuck,” I cry.
“I know, princess,” he growls. “I fucking know.” He curls his fingers deep inside me, sweeping the pads over a sensitive spot that no one except my vibrator has ever touched before, and my body practically arches in half. “Jesus, fuck, I need to take you bare, Lily,” he pleads, his eyes searching mine for permission.
“N-no, you can’t.” I shake my head.
“We need to get you on some birth control.” He slowly withdraws his fingers, then plows them back inside.
“I’m on birth control. An imp-plant,” I stammer as his fingers drive in again.
He bites his lip and shoots Xander a look that I don’t understand, but whatever it is has Xander jumping from the bed and grabbing something from the pocket of his sweatpants. “Are you clean?” West asks.
I blink at him, but the pleasure coursing through my body makes it hard for me to focus on anything else. “Y-yeah, but I’m not concerned about me.”
“Fitch?” he says, and Xander passes him his phone. West holds it up to my face, his fingers pausing their relentless rhythm but remaining inside me. “You see that, Lily?”
I scan the email attachment on the screen. It shows that Xander has a clean bill of health and is dated last week. I nod, and West flicks to the next screen, which shows the same results, only with West’s name, then he shows me the same for Zeke. The reports look legit, and they’re from a private clinic that I know rich people use. I glance down at West’s thick cock again and shake with the desperate need to have it inside me.
“Can we trust you, Lily?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly.
Holy fucknuggets. I need him now. “Yes, I swear I’m clean.”
A growl rumbles in his throat. “Good girl.”
Xander lies back down beside me and fists his shaft. “I need you too, shorty.”
West arches one eyebrow. “You gonna suck his cock while I fuck you?”
You bet your ass I am. I nod, unable to form words at the moment.
Xander hums, licking his lips. “You are a good fucking girl.”
West slips his fingers from my pussy and sucks them clean. The look on his face when he tastes my cum has me panting. I roll onto my front and wrap my hand around the base of Xander’s shaft. He threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my lips to where he wants them. My tongue darts out, sweeping over his crown and collecting the precum beading on the slit. He hisses out a breath, and his fingertips dig into my scalp. Swirling my tongue over the length of his shaft, I taunt him a little before taking him into my mouth.
Grunting, he tightens his grip. “Oh, a tease, huh?”
“Shall we tease her too, Fitch?” West chuckles as he moves to kneel behind me. His warm, wet tongue licks a path from my clit to my pussy entrance, and my mouth drops open on a cry, allowing Xander to push all the way inside until he hits the back of my throat.
My gag reflex kicks in, but I push past it, breathing through my nose the way I was taught a long time ago. “Oh, you’re good at that, shorty. Your mouth is as hot as I knew it would be.”
“You think it’s as hot as her pussy?” West asks, his words vibrating through my sensitive flesh and making me whimper.
“Only one way to find out,” Xander groans, rocking his hips and brushing my hair back from my face. He swipes away a tear that’s been squeezed from the corner of my eye, and the overwhelming sensation of being cared for warms me from the inside. Real tears prick at my eyes, and I sniff.
Xander frowns. “You okay?”
I murmur that I am and give a faint nod.