Page 170 of Well That Happened

“Damn, Ri.” Caleb groans beside me. “A total fucking pro.”

“Get over here,” Hunter says to him. Caleb doesn’t need to be told twice; he shoves down his pants and boxers and offers me his long, hard shaft. It’s harder now… Two hands, one mouth, and three large dicks… the math ain’t mathing.

But Hunter knows what he’s doing. No one’s going to come like this… and all it does is make me hornier.

Suddenly, Hunter’s lifting me from my spot at his feet. I yelp—a breathy, surprised sound—as he shifts and sinks down onto the couch, pulling me with him.

He settles me in his lap, facing away, my back to his chest and my ass pressed against him.

My breath catches.

This position—this closeness—it feels more intense than anything. More shirt’s gone, and so is his, so it’s warm skin against warm skin.

His arms slide around me, palms splaying across my belly. He leans in, lips brushing the edge of my jaw, and I swear my skin sparks where his breath hits.

“You okay?” he asks, low and quiet.

I nod, heart hammering. “Yeah.”

His hands glide down, anchoring me in place as he rocks his hips just enough for me to feel it—him—pressed against, but not pushing inside just yet.

A shiver rolls down my spine.

“You drive me insane,” he murmurs. “You know that?”

I smile, lips parted as I rest my head back against his shoulder. “Good.”

He laughs, rough and low, and kisses the side of my neck, just under my ear. I melt. Absolutely melt.

With his hands on my inner thighs, parting my knees wide, he presses the wide head of his cock inside me.

“Fuuuuck, that’s a nice sight,” Caleb says, eyes glued to where my pussy’s being stretched around Hunter. “We should be filming this.”

Gray shoves his shoulder.

I whimper, “Don’t stop.”

Hunter’s grip tightens on my thighs, and I feel the restraint in him, the care and the hunger warring beneath his skin.

“I won’t,” he promises. “Caleb,” Hunter pants. “Lick her pussy for me?”

“Gladly,” Caleb says, kneeling in front of me.

I feel the warmth of his mouth and moan. It’s heaven. The pressure, the speed, the way he does that swirly thing. I melt into sensation… The heat of his tongue lapping against me is almost right at the place where Hunter and I are joined. Caleb doesn’t seem to care at all. Doesn’t seem bothered that his mouth might come into contact with Hunter’s shaft as it moves in and out in hot, lazy strokes. It turns me on more than I expected.

I push a hand into Caleb’s hair. “Yes, yes, yes, right there,” I groan.

He stops immediately, pulling back with a smirk.

“No orgasms until you make Hunter come,” Caleb says. “And then me. And then Gray.”

I pout, then frown. My clit’s so swollen. One little touch and I’m sure I’ll go off like a rocket.

“You feel so good on my cock, Ri,” Hunter groans. “So tight and warm. You gonna make me come?”

“Mm-hm,” I groan, annoyed now but focused.

Caleb lowers his face and begins licking and sucking my clit again. Pleasure—outrageous amounts of it—shoots through my veins. I rock my hips in time to the rhythm of Hunter’s increasing tempo… against Caleb’s tongue…

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