Will and Zane fell into place like we’d been fucking Claire together for decades. They watched her as they spread her open and stroked every part of her that I wasn’t touching. They teasedher nipples until they were swollen and each pull earned another flutter around my cock.
She felt better than I’d remembered. Her pussy squeezed my dick and sucked me back in each time I pulled out. Her body welcomed each of my thrusts with a little grunt from her throat. I put more pressure on her lower stomach and watched her eyes widen.
Fucking her harder, watching the way her tits bounced with each thrust, I tipped my head back but kept my eyes on hers. I wanted to see every single reaction that crossed her face. It didn’t take long for her to scream my name as her first orgasm hit her hard. She jerked against our holds and tugged at her own hair when I didn’t let up.
“Anthony! Anthony, I can’t! I can’t come again!” She pawed at my chest but I shook my head as I leaned over her, still thrusting hard.
“You can. You know what I want. Did you ever show Zane and Will what you can do?” I panted just as hard as her as I fucked her like an animal. “Show them.”
She came one more time with a scream and her nails buried in my chest. Her pussy spasmed hard enough to suck my own orgasm out of me before I was ready. I was filling her with my come while her body was shaking and tensing as it forced her own come out, coating my thighs and the bed in her juices.
“Ho-ly fuck.” Zane stared on in awe as he watched her squirt.
I fed the last of my come deep against her cervix and then slowly eased out. We all watched as our combined mess leaked out of her swollen pussy with matching sounds of approval. Claire whimpered and tried to close her legs but we kept them spread.
“Don’t hide. You’re fucking amazing, Claire.” Will leaned over her and kissed her softly. “So beautiful.”
She looked at each of us and bit her lip. “Now what?”
Zane pressed kisses up her ankle. “Now we pass out. For no less than ten hours. But if you get a little handsy before that ten hour mark, I’ll still be available.”
I laughed at the confusion bubbling across her face. Deciding to cut her some slack, I moved to the middle of the bed and laid on my back before pulling her on top of my chest. Without needing to be invited Will and Zane settled on either side of us. I’d never slept in the same bed as anyone after Claire so I figured it would take me a while to fall asleep with the guys there, but I was fine with it. Especially because it was clear that as soon as Claire accepted that we were all staying in bed with her she was over the moon. She stretched out so she was partially on top of all three of us and was letting out her signature snore within seconds.
30
***Claire***
The moment my eyes opened the next morning I was struck with a wave of anxiety over what we’d done. I couldn’t regret it because it’d been the most amazing experience of my life but I just… I wasn’t sure what came next. I knew that most likely nothing came next but I would’ve been lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for all three of my exes. I couldn’t deny it after sleeping with them.
I wasn’t sure how they’d react to me after the things we’d done the night before and I was too scared to face them. So I snuck out. Again. All three of them were dead asleep as I crawled out of bed and rushed to my room.
I took the world’s fastest shower, skipping my hair, and didn’t bother looking through the outfits from Uncle Sal. I just grabbed the one on top and pulled it on. It was surprisingly loose around my body and even though it stopped just above my mid-thigh, it felt a lot more conservative than his other picks. I pulled on apair of borrowed flip flops and only stopped downstairs to find my phone.
As I silently shut the front door behind me, I admitted to myself that I was being a coward. After the things I’d done the night before I should’ve been able to stay and face them. I just couldn’t. The what-ifs were too many and too dangerous. My delicate feelings couldn’t take a bad response.
When I got to the breakfast buffet in the hotel and saw Jordan standing at the waffle maker, I figured it was my karma for running out on the guys. I still tried to stay away from him as I waited for my turn. I hung out by the eggs until a staff member came over and asked me if I was okay.
Jordan had noticed me by then and motioned me over. His eyes widened as I got closer. “Wow.”
I scowled at him and crossed my arms. “What?”
He stared at me until I was shifting in discomfort. “You look different.”
I let out a high-pitched laugh. “Me? Different? Nah.”
“No, there’s definitely something different about you.” He stepped closer and inspected me. “Did you change your hair?”
I fanned him away and glared at his waffle in the machine. “Thathasto be burning by now.”
“Come on, Claire. Don’t leave me hanging. There’s something besides the clothes that’s different about you.”
“There’s nothing!”
He cupped my upper arm and smiled. “Fine. Don’t tell me. I don’t care, I guess. Not as long as you come by the room after breakfast. I have something I want to run by you.”
I suddenly wanted to strangle him. “Are you serious?”
He flashed another smile that had originally drawn me to him. “Yeah, of course. I want to talk about your manuscript.”