Page 51 of The Triple Play

Cole’s voice caught on a groan. “But she?—”

“Just pass it to me.”

Colton’s hand left my throat, and I barely caught the sound of a bottle opening over the other sounds in the room — my muffled moans, Cole’s grunts, Xavi’s heavy breathing, Colton’s groans. There was too much happening, too much for me to handle, and the moment I felt Colton leaning forward over my upper back, I could feel the threat of another orgasm. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take at this point.

Slick, warm fingers teased my hole, and I stilled. It wasn’t the first time it had been touched — I wasn’t a prude — but I’d never experimented with it with someone else, let alone three fucking men at once. I moaned around my mouthful, just the touch alone setting wildfires off across my skin, my thighs trembling and release building.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Colton murmured, his other hand lowering to rest on the back of my head. I pushed back against his fingers, meeting Cole halfway through a thrust and knocking him a little off-kilter. “Fuck, I love seeing you squirm.”

A single finger sunk up to the first joint, and I almost came on the spot.

I pulled my mouth off him, no longer able to concentrate or trust myself not to accidentally bite down, and lowered myself further, trying to work Colton’s cock with my hand even though my strokes were uncoordinated at best. I moaned against the top of Xavi’s head, heard his breathy chuckle beneath me, felt the way his fingers kept their rhythm, drawing me closer and closer and closer.

“Christ, I’m close,” Cole grunted.

But Colton wasn’t paying attention to that. He was wholly focused on me, on the way my body was drawing him in deeper, his finger sinking in further and further until he reached his knuckles. He drew it out slowly, gently, before pushing another finger in, stretching me just a little more, deeper,deeper?—

My climax slammed into me like a freight train, the sound of it barely muffled against Xavi’s hair, my shriek loud and earth-shattering as my body broke and fell apart beneath them. Cole’s grip tightened on my hips, and he chased it a little longer, Colton’s fingers still buried inside of me, before Cole came on a groan so thunderous I wasn’t even sure it was him — I’d never heard him be so loud.

Everything was hazy, then. Cole’s desperate attempts to catch his breath as he pulled out of me barely made it to my ears, and I couldn’t quite hear what Colton was saying to me. My brain felt like soup, my body like Jell-O, and I wasn’t even one hundred percent certain I was definitely alive when Colton hauled my body upright against him, the presence of his fingers still inside of me the only thing still clear as day.

“Annie, sweetheart,” Colton chuckled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Look at me so I know you’re good.”

My eyes were heavy as I met his, my lips parted, my breathing tight. “I’m good,” I said, my words barely more than a whisper.

He grinned down at me. “There she is,” he smirked, that dimple popping out like it had an axe to grind with me. “Can you take a little bit more?”

“Yeah.”

Colton moved in an instant, his fingers sliding out of my hole and his body coming up behind me on the bed. “Xav, can you keep her upright?”

Cole lay sprawled out behind Xavi, a dazed look on his face and his eyes glued to us. Xavi sat up, his hand coming up around the back of my neck, and tucked me into his shoulder with a low, approving hum, just holding me.

Colton’s cock nudged against my folds, the slickness of me and Xavi and Cole coating him, before he pushed in easily. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to last long after basically being edged while the other two had their time, and I was almost thankful for it. My body was exhausted, my mind already gone, and all I could do was cling onto Xavi as Colton buried himself in me again and again, drawing out every sound under the sun from my mouth.

“Good job, baby,” Xavi cooed, his fingers playing in my hair, his breath hot on the side of my cheek.

Colton pressed down on my lower back, angling me perfectly, andgod, right there — that was enough to build another orgasm on its own, without even a hint of friction against my clit. There was no way,noway I was going to be able to come again without that, not a chance in hell. I’d never come without it.

But every thrust drove me closer.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled, the words dying out on a moan, but Colton’s movements grew choppy quickly, and before I could protest, he was losing himself in me, bending over me, trailing kisses up my spine as he spilled every drop of pent-up need into me.

“Shit, you were close, weren’t you?” Colton murmured, his hands already grabbing me, his cock slipping from me as he moved me out of Xavi’s hold and onto my back beside him. Colton was still gasping for breath from his release, but his left hand trailed down my thigh, determined not to let that potential release die.

Colton slipped two fingers into me, then three, finding the spot he’d been hitting with his cock and pressing on it. My back arched on a wail, my body threatening to just give out altogether. But then his mouth came down on me, not a fucking care in the world for the mess the three of them had made down there, his tongue dragging carefully across my too-sensitive clit.

It built again, and I lost myself in it, the sensations too much, Cole’s hand lazily dragging through my splayed-out hair and Xavi’s mouth at my throat, and within seconds, I came on acry, a fuckingsobbreaking from my throat, the pleasure spreading out through my bones and arteries and sinew. Colton’s fingers left me, his mouth too, and before I even had a chance to come down from the rush of yet another orgasm, his fingertips pressed in at my lips.

A dare. A promise.Next time, Annie, you’re going to taste yourself.

But as I opened my mouth greedily and sucked his fingers clean, I knew damn well it wasn’t just myself that I was tasting — it was the three of them, too.

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I barely knew my own name as I gradually came to, the room so dark I couldn’t see much more than an inch in front of my face. There was someone directly beneath me, and based on the tickle of chest hair against my chin and the vague scent of burning wood, I guessed it was Cole. Arms were draped over my back, holding me in place, and I had no idea who they belonged to, but what Ididknow was I was sleeping so intensely soundly seconds ago that I was tempted to just fall right back into it.

Soft snoring came from my left, and heavy, even breathing came from my right, but as I slowly picked up my head to try to figure out exactly what the situation was here, I realized the body beneath me wasn’t breathing as easily as the rest.

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