He dipped a finger inside me and groaned aloud. “How are you always so wet for us, huh, Princess?” Callan asked, pumping his finger. Foster’s hand joined Callan’s between my legs, and I moaned when his finger pushed in beside Callan’s. The palm of his hand provided friction on my clit.
“HolyGod,” I breathed, riding their hands. The very idea of their being inside me did it for me just as much as what their fingers were doing within me. “I’m coming!” My inner walls contracted hard as pleasure wracked through me.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Foster, hard and curving upward toward his belly, and I wanted him in my mouth. “Foster,” I said, drawing his eyes to mine. I wriggled closer to him. “Come here.”
Foster’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Adrianne.” He broke off in a groan when I took his head in my mouth. The angle wasn’t the best, but I took him in as deeply as I could.
“Does her mouth feel as good as I think it does?”
Foster grunted. “Better.” I bobbed my head, and he hit the back of my throat.
“Lucky bastard.” But then Callan was moving so that he was kneeling between my legs. “Can I, Princess?” he asked, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance.
An idea struck me, and I let Foster slide out of my mouth. “Hold on,” I told them both before I flipped over onto my belly. “Does this work?”
Callan looked at me like I’d hung the moon. his hands encircled my hips and brought me back against him, slipping inside me. It was a tight squeeze in this position, but it sent him over that spot inside me that made me see starbursts. “This more than works, Princess,” Callan groaned.
Foster moved so that he was in front of me, and I glanced upward at him. “This okay for you?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes, smirking. He reached out and brushed my bottom lip with his thumb. “Put me back in your mouth.” He threaded his fingers through my hair, more holding on than guiding, but I swallowed him back down again.
I have two men inside me, I thought woozily. The three of us found a rhythm together, and pleasure speared through me. Callan thrust into me, steady and strong, and I tried to keep a similar pace as I bobbed my head, even as pleasure built in my belly.
“You look so fucking sexy like this,” Callan grunted. “Stretched around us from every angle. Ass all spread out for me.” He grabbed one of my ass cheeks. “So fucking soft and sweet.”
His thumb ran down the seam and pressed at my rim. It was a soft touch, and like when Ethan touched me there, my body didn’t know how to respond. It didn’t hurt, but it was more shocking than pleasurable. It made me want more and less all at once. I swirled my tongue over the head of Foster’s cock to distract myself.
“Fuck her,” Foster panted. It was almost a plea.Is he that close?“Get her there again, or swap with me so that I can.”
Callan scoffed but took hold of my hips again with both hands. “Impatient.”
“Let her put her mouth on you,” Foster snapped back. “See howimpatientyou would be.”
Callan pulled me back against him as he plunged inside me, and I moaned around Foster’s cock. I was nearly there, but I just needed a little push. “Come on, Princess,” Callan pleaded. “Come on my cock. I want to feel that pretty pussy of yours.”
My orgasm broke over me and spread to every part of me. I gave in and rode their bodies, extending the pleasure pulsing through me. Foster’s moan echoed mine, and he came, bitter and earthy, across my tongue. I did my best to swallow it down. Not long after, Callan followed us, calling my name and pressing himself against me.
They helped me to lie on the bed, and Foster went to get something to clean us up. My legs were wobbly, and I sighed when Callan curled himself against me. I traced his tattoos with the pads of my fingers. He shivered. “That was amazing,” I murmured, and he smiled.
“It’s just the beginning, Princess. We’ll always take care of our girl.”
Ours. There was that phrase again. “I like being yours.”
11
ETHAN
I thought Foster and Callan were overexaggerating when they told me how much they disliked Adrianne’s co-star, but it wasn’t until I met the guy myself that I understood what they meant.
He was smarmy and handsy, and it was obvious that he wanted to sleep with Adrianne, despite her telling him flat-out that it wasn’t going to happen.
“He keeps coming back to the idea that I’m single,” she said over lunch. She and Ryan had been filming together for a week now, and Lee gave them the day off to “recharge their emotional batteries”. Sounded a lot like horseshit, but at least we got to have Adrianne for an entire day to ourselves.
Callan snorted. “You’re not.”
She gave him an impatient look. “But I can’tsayanything about it, can I?” She groaned and leaned into my shoulder.
I met Foster’s eyes across from where we sat. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask,Do you want to be the one to say, or should I?“We could make it easy,” I said.