Well, it looks as if the humans have found their room. Chelsea, Annabel, and Tiffany stay with them while I take my men up to the master bedroom.
I need to blow off some steam and forget about the chilling sight downstairs.
Hunter and Patrick keep up behind me, and once we find a room to our liking, we start stripping off each other’s clothes.
Hunter seizes my lips while Patrick kisses my neck, and my whole body shakes. The others will most likely hear us, but I will still try to be sure we’re quiet.
The room’s covered in dust. I would have preferred to do some cleaning first, but this is the first time the three of us have been alone together in so long.
I’m going to take every chance we can get.
“You ready, petal?” Hunter says between breaths, and I nod.
He smirks at Patrick behind my shoulder, and I marvel at how the two work in tandem now. Without warning, Hunter yanks me up and pulls me to the bed. A cloud of dust wafts in our wake, and my toes curl in disgust.
But then Hunter lines me up against his body, making me forget all about the filth, and I gaze into his dark, dark eyes as he enters me.
Patrick’s still planting kisses down my neck and spine, and the soft feel of his lips leaves my skin tingling.
But then he surprises me next by stroking a finger around my backside, and I turn my head and stare at him. I raise a brow.
He shrugs. “Just something I thought I’d try...”
Something like a purr escapes me, and now I offer my ass to him like a bitch in heat. Patrick’s eyes bug, and then he stammers.
None of them have entered me from behind yet, and I want Patrick to be the first. He gulps, glancing at Hunter, and I can tell he’s nervous. It’s performance anxiety, and I know having someone more experienced like Hunter around doesn’t help matters, either.
But Hunter only encourages him, and when Patrick gazes back into my lust filled eyes, he seems to make up his mind.
The backdoor it is.
He positions himself behind me awkwardly at first, placing the head of his shaft at my back entrance. The heat from his inflamed head sends shivers up and down my spine as I buck my ass toward him, prompting him to delve deeper.
Patrick slips inside, and a whole new world of pleasure opens up before me. It’s a different sort of pain. While uncomfortable at first, I soon get used to the sensation of him inside me as I take a moment to adjust.
They both stretch me to my limits, and I’ve never felt so full. All the stresses of the past few days ebb as each of my men pleasure me, and I could stay this way forever.
Slowly, I push against Hunter, riding up and down his shaft while Patrick follows my thrusts, and the three of us soon build momentum.
I’m riding toward my peak. Patrick’s breaths come quick behind me, and he’s almost there too.
Hunter appears more laid-back, but I know he’s reaching his own climax, too. I doubt this is a first for him, but if he plays his cards right, he can get to be behind next time.
Suddenly, I arch my spine as I finally release, clenching around Hunter’s cock. Patrick follows my lead, emptying himself inside of me, and Hunter follows suit.
I don’t really want to lie down on the bed. It’s still dusty, and we’re sticky with sweat and cum. Maybe we can find a working shower somewhere and bathe.
But I find that I hardly care about the dust. I just need to lie down beside my two men. I flop onto the king-sized bed, gazing up at the detailed ceiling. Hunter and Patrick lie down next to me, and we soon drift off.
Brent’s face fills my dreams, and for a moment I can pretend that all three of them are with me.