Page 67 of Payback

I flattened my tongue and ran it along the undersides of their joined erections, making them both shudder.

Blake snickered. “Crossing swords is alright if there’s a girl involved. Isn’t that what you once said, Woody?”

“I’m helping things along,” Edward said, his voice breathy. “As you quite rightly stated, the sooner she gets what she wants, the sooner we can plan what to do next.”

Blake’s right hand left my breast, slipped over my ribs and belly, then settled between my legs. He rubbed gentle circles over my clit, which sent bolts of sensation traveling up to my navel and down my thighs. My muscles clamped around his thick erection, and he timed the movement of his fingers with his thrusting in and out of my core.

Sweat gathered on my brow, and Blake continued his delicious combination of deep thrusts and caressing fingers over my throbbing nub. The hand on my breast now rolled my nipple in a series of tight movements which my body interpreted as intensely pleasurable.

“Lucky girl gets to play with two cocks,” mused Blake.

“Mmmm.” I lapped at both organs and ran my fingers along their lengths.

Both Edward and Henry’s hips rocked against my hands, adding to the friction.

Blake’s thick erection pleasured me from the inside, while his fingers played with my sensations as though he was manipulating an instrument. My body tensed and shuddered at his attention, and at the same time, the two gorgeous, heavy pricks demanded my concentration. A happy sigh escaped my lips. This was exactly the distraction I needed. With Edward in the mix, I could focus on the triumvirate and not my troubles.

A giggle bubbled up in the back of my throat. If anyone told me at the beginning of my first term that I would be naked in front of the triumvirate, I would have laughed in their faces. But here I was twitching and shuddering under Blake’s ministrations and lapping at Edward and Henry’s cock-heads while sliding my fingers up and down their pulsing lengths.

“I’m not going to last.” Blake’s hands dropped away from my nipple and clit and clenched my hips. After a few hard pumps, he shuddered and moaned. Through harsh breaths, he said, “The sight of you taking two cocks tipped me over the edge.”

“Allow me.” Edward broke away and walked around to my back. After a bit of shuffling around and the tearing of a foil wrapper, Blake slid out, and Edward slid in.

Blake’s tongue slid against my clit. A cry escaped my throat, muffled by Henry’s dick in my mouth, and my core muscles clamped around Edward’s thick length.

Both Henry and Edward moaned.

I clenched at the comforter and panted. With Blake’s tongue curling and swirling about my sensitive bundle of nerves, I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last.

Edward continued thrusting in and out, while Henry took control of the blowjob and slid himself back and forth out of my mouth. I drew back and curled my tongue over his engorged head, enjoying the little moans and shudders I elicited from every stroke.

Blake’s tongue lapped at my throbbing clit, making me clamp even tighter around Edward. Sensations more intense than I had ever felt radiated from the joining of our flesh, and I moaned around Henry.

I lost focus, and spots danced before my eyes. With Edward pumping into me, Blake licking me senseless, and Henry making those slow, sensual slides in and out of my mouth, I could barely remember my name, let alone how I ended up being the center of attention for three hot guys.

Pleasure built up around my clenching and shuddering core, expanding and intensifying to a point that teetered on agony. It was too much. I tried to tell Blake to ease off with that tongue, but Henry’s erection deep in my mouth smothered my words to incoherent moans.

My legs, which were splayed open to accommodate both Blake and Edward, trembled with the onslaught of sensations. My arms shuddered, yet the boys continued plundering my body. Two sets of fingers—I don’t know whose—tugged at my nipples, and something within me snapped.

Light flashed before my closed eyes, and spasm after spasm of sensations pumped out from my clenching and twitching core. My hips trembled with each mighty convulsion, squeezing Edward’s gorgeous, thick erection.

“Argh!” Edward’s fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, and he thrust once, twice, three times, and shuddered. His hand rested between my shoulder blades, splayed fingers curling into my flesh.

Blake’s tongue slowed to the gentlest of movements, intensifying the pleasure radiating from my clit and core. I gulped and groaned around my mouthful.

Henry moaned and thrust to the back of my throat with long, deep strokes. His erection thickened, trembled, and spurted bitter, creamy fluid into the back of my throat. I swallowed my mouthful and moaned around his twitching length.

He slid out from my lips, and my head flopped to the mattress. “T-thanks,” I said between panting breaths. “M-maybe we can build up to that double-penetration thing over the summer? It sounds fun.”

The gong sounded for dinner, and Edward cupped my ass cheek. “Time to eat.”

“I want a chateaubriand. Let’s go to the Saint-Nazaire,” said Blake.

Henry hummed his agreement. “Steak au poivre, gratin dauphinois, crème brûlée.”

“That sounds lovely!” I climbed over Edward, who deliberately tangled our limbs and held me for a few seconds. After I gave him a peck on the lips, he let me go. I padded across the wood floor to the corner of the room, where I kept my Louis Vuitton cases, and put on a pair of panties, skinny jeans, and a fitted tank top.

Edward’s gaze lingered on my breasts, and a smile curled his lips. “And there’s always Armagnac à l’Emilia.”