“Jesus,” I heard someone swear behind me.

It could have been either Houston or Loren. My ears were ringing too loudly to know for sure. Long heart-thundering moments later, my orgasm subsided, but Jericho was still kissing me there in reverence. I whined when my sensitive pussy protested, so he reluctantly let me go. I didn’t go far since my legs were jelly, so I fell onto the bed next to him.

Through my hazy vision, I saw that Houston had returned and was now leaning against the bottom right bedpost with a lazy, lustful look in his eyes.

“We’re not done yet,” he warned me when it looked like I might fall asleep.

I peeked at Jericho lying next to me and watching me with a similar look as he slowly undid his belt and jeans.

Oh.

His lips were glistening with my juices, and as if just realizing it too, he leaned over and kissed me, making me taste myself.

I moaned greedily as I deepened the kiss.

“We’re going to fuck you now, okay?” he whispered after he pulled away slightly.

He shoved his jeans down his legs while Houston undid his own, and I paused as I caught on to his meaning.

“Both of you…a-at the same time?”

Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, gaze hooded, Jericho nodded. I quickly sat up as my heart began thundering in my chest. There were too many smells, too many tastes.

We hadn’t tried that yet.

I’ve had them each alone, and some nights they took turns, but I’ve never had more than one of them at once.

I’ve never had more than anyone at once.

I felt Jericho’s hand grip my thigh as he sat up and kissed my neck.

“It’s okay,” he gently assured me. “We’ll take care of you.”

Apparently, it wasn’t up for debate.

I glared at Houston, who was naked now, as Jericho continued to attack my neck. I don’t know why I liked it so much when we pretended I didn’t have a choice.

Their madness evoked and constantly tested my own.

Still kissing my neck, Jericho coaxed me onto my back with sweet nothings while Houston moved to the side of the bed where he set the lube he’d left to get on the nightstand. He then joined us on the bed, and the two of them crowded me until there was nothing but them.

Houston’s head lowered, pulling my right nipple between his lips, and I arched my back as I moaned, which drew Jericho away from my neck and to my mouth.

“Where’s Loren?” I managed to get out between his kisses.

Houston was the one to answer me as he moved to my other nipple. “Shower.”

I was vaguely aware of one of their hands spreading my legs and then long fingers dipping inside of me to check my arousal.

“Jesus, she’s soaked,” Houston grumbled.

As I sunk deeper into Jericho’s kiss, I felt Houston move away. I didn’t realize what he was up to until I felt his broad shoulders spreading my legs even wider and then his mouth and fingers continuing what Jericho had started.

Houston was as voracious and relentless as Jericho. I was already on edge, so I came even faster this time while Jericho swallowed my cries.

“I don’t think we’re going to need the lube,” I heard Houston mutter. “She’s wet as fuck.”

Jericho pulled away from me to look at him while I frowned my confusion at Houston’s statement. What did my pussy being wet enough to fuck have to do with my ass? I assumed one of them would be taking me there…

“Use it anyway.” Rich’s tone brooked no argument, so Houston nodded and reached for the bottle along with two of the condoms he’d left on the nightstand. The third I assumed was meant for Loren.

The diva who still hadn’t finished showering.

“Wait,” I said just as they started to tear open their condoms. “You don’t—” I inhaled and exhaled to clear away the fear and uncertainty creeping in. “You don’t need those…unless you really want to.” They both paused as they stared at me, and I couldn’t tell what they were thinking. “I’m on birth control, and I got tested before we left. If you just wait a sec, I can show you.”

I was so happy Griff made me pack my results even though I swore I had no intention of getting laid on this tour.

Or ever again.

I wasn’t sure why I even bothered with birth control or getting tested at all. Not doing so just seemed irresponsible despite my nonexistent sex life. Clearly, I was right since here I was. Unexpectedly.

Simultaneously and without much hesitation, Houston and Rich tossed the condoms.

I already knew the three of them were clean since they’d showed me their results a few days after I agreed to be theirs. I just wasn’t sure at the time that I was ready to take that next step, so I didn’t do anything with the information.

“We trust you,” Rich whispered as Houston reached for the lube. “Now, come here.”

Kissing me again, he lifted my leg while turning me onto my side so he could spoon me from behind. As soon as I felt his cock prodding my entrance, he slowly pushed inside, letting me feel every inch, and he didn’t stop until he was fully seated.

“Have I ever told you how tight and perfect your pussy feels?” he asked me as he leisurely moved inside of me. Whimpering like a wounded animal, I shook my head as I looked at him over my shoulder. Jericho filled me up so thoroughly that I was incapable of words. “No one feels like you, Braxton. No one.” Speeding up his pace, I cried out when he hit a spot deep inside of me.

And he hit it again and again with perfect aim.

His hips slammed against my ass while he kept me spread for him with his hand around my thigh and my leg in the air.

He never removed his gaze from mine.

Never once gave away their true intentions.

Not until I came for the third time that night, and he abruptly flipped onto his back, taking me with him.

My body was limp as I now laid with my back on his chest. Eyes closed, I was still fighting to catch my breath when Jericho curved his hands around the back of my thighs, lifted my legs, and spread me open.

It was instinct that persuaded me to open my eyes.

I wasn’t prepared for the look in Houston’s as he stroked his lubed cock while watching Jericho thrust lazily in and out of me from below. Because it was then that I realized what they meant when they said the two of them would fuck me together.

Houston was suddenly there, his left hand planted by my head and leaning over me as if he’d sensed my apprehension.

I let him kiss me.

I let his fingers when he brought them to my stuffed cunt push inside.

I let him prepare to fill me up too.

“Do you like that?” he whispered as he used his fingers, and Jericho used his cock to stretch me. It shouldn’t have been possible, and it shouldn’t have felt so damn good. Each time I thought I’d reached my sexual limits, the three of them pushed me further.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” Houston added a third finger, and my eyes threatened to roll back inside my head. “You want more?”

“Please.”

He pulled his fingers free and quickly locked his lips with mine. He was still kissing me when I felt his cock at my entrance. Jericho must have felt him too because he stopped moving.

It was only then that I realized the full implication of their cocks being inside of me at the same time.

There would be no barrier to separate them.

No waiting their turn.

It would just be me…and them.

Before Houston could even begin to push inside of me, I was coming again from the anticipation alone. Jericho groaned like he was being tortured at the feel of my walls tightening around him, making Houston chuckle when he realized what was happening.

“I’m starting to think we’re going to wear your little pussy out before we’re even done with her,” he teased.

Still panting from coming again, I couldn’t speak, so I nodded. Me too.

The moment he pressed forward, my stomach muscles contracted, and I tensed when my vagina immediately began to reject him.

It hurt.

The pressure from taking them both was extraordinary.

Neither of them were small, so “tight fit” would be the understatement of the century. However, with one look in Houston’s eyes and hearing the desperate sounds Rich made, I knew.

I’ll give them whatever pain they required for their pleasure.

Completely submitting myself to them, I rested my head on Rich’s shoulder and turned my face inside the crook of his neck. He smelled so damn good.

It took forever for Houston to get the crown of his cock inside of me, and by then, tears streamed down my face because I wanted them to stop and to keep going all at once. I protested despite my submission, and Houston attempted to soothe me with promises that it would feel good soon.

I didn’t want to believe him but…I do.

Reaching behind me, I slipped my fingers through Jericho’s black hair. I need something to hold on to, an anchor to keep myself tethered to reality. His eyes are closed, and he’s completely still, lost to the feeling of his best friend’s cock rubbing against his own.