We both gasp, then sigh as I take him all in.
For a minute, neither of us moves as I try to adjust to his sheer size.
“She looks so fucking good on your dick, man. I'm a little jealous.” Sawyer laughs as I look straight at Cole.
“She feels like a fucking glove, man. I need to fuck her so badly right now,” Travis mutters behind me, but then I hear Sawyer groan.
“What?” Travis asks.
“Her mouth is open like a good little slut and I'm so fucking turned on right now.” Naturally, I reach out to Cole and he pushes his massive dick into my mouth. At the same time, I wrap my fingers around Sawyer’s dick and squeeze while letting Travis guide my hips.
I groan as he moves me, because holy fuck, he feels so goddamn good.
This is definitely going to be a night to remember.
Travis holds my hips hard enough to bruise, but it feels too good to complain as he slides in and out of my pussy, hitting a spot deep inside me that I thought was a myth.
“Cole, grab her hair and fuck her mouth just the way you like it,” Travis commands, and Cole does as he’s told. It’s all I can do to not lose my mind.
If it weren't for Travis holding me upright, I'd be a complete mess.
Travis snakes one hand around to my pussy, his fingers flicking over my clit, and I think I see fucking stars.
Fucking hell.
Who knew being wild for one night could feel so fucking good?
Tequila, that’s who.
Sawyer moves closer, tracing his fingertips up my ribs before moving to my tits. He caresses them, adding to the overwhelming sensations assaulting my senses. Leaning forward, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and when he bites down, my entire body goes taut with bone-jarring pleasure.
Holy shit, I think I might come undone again.
I groan around Cole’s dick and he drives harder into my mouth as Travis pounds into my pussy.
“You look so good on those cocks, Red,” Sawyer groans as Cole comes down my throat. I swallow it down after he pulls out.
Travis slows and Sawyer takes the spot where Cole had been standing, grinning down at me. “Open up, Red.”
Travis fucks me harder and I cry out. Sawyer seizes the opportunity to fill my now-open mouth and grips a fistful of my hair as Travis wraps his hand around my throat once more.
“Fuck, pretty girl,” Travis growls in my ear. My pussy tightens as a shiver runs down my spine and he bites down on my shoulder as he comes inside of me then stills as Sawyer continues to fuck my face. I wrap my hand around his dick and he groans, releasing his grip a little, letting me take some control.
It’s not long before he comes down my throat too. I swallow him before crawling off of Travis’ lap and collapsing on the couch in a boneless mess.
“Holy shit, Red… that was incredible,” Sawyer says as I manage to sit back up, feeling a little bashful.
I can’t believe I just did that.
* * *
I wake up the next morning, cold, alone, and my head pounding. That’ll teach me to slam back so much tequila, I guess.
The soreness between my legs reminds me of everything that happened last night as I sit up. Who was I last night? Because I sure as hell wasn’t myself. Fucking around with three guys after I just met them? Yeah, that’s not a Briar thing to do. It might be an Emerson thing, but it’s definitely not a me thing.
I realize my cardigan is in my lap, so Emerson obviously found me at some point and just left me here. Well, isn’t she awesome?
I slide my jeans back on, pulling my cardigan tight around myself. Leaning down to put my Converse on makes the world tilt, so it takes me a few tries, but once I’m dressed, I feel a little better.