Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(85)

Chris and Tristan feasted on her breasts again, making sure she felt the warring sensations throughout her body. The point was to give her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. No single man would ever be able to provide her with this. It wasn’t physically possible.

Dylan dipped two fingers inside her, gently at first, then fucking her deeper while he flicked her clit with his tongue. He watched as she grabbed on to both men at her sides, her body arching as she cried out.

“Fuck, yes, beautiful girl,” Tristan growled. “Come for us, Sarah.”

Watching, waiting, desperate to see her fly off the cliff, Dylan continued to plunge his fingers into her. He latched on to her clit and sucked…

“Oh, God, yes!” Sarah screamed, her clit pulsing against his lips as she came.

He willed himself to relax. All he wanted to do was to pounce on her, to bury his cock into the wet, warm depths of her body and fuck her until neither of them knew their names. His dick was iron-hard and desperate for her, but he knew not to rush this. It would be over before they knew it anyway. No reason for him to race to the finish line.

Getting to his feet, he watched as Chris and Tristan gently soothed her, their hands roaming over her body, fingertips caressing her nipples, gliding over her navel, sliding down to graze the glistening folds of her pussy. It took him longer than normal to grab a condom because he was transfixed by the sight.

Right or wrong, this was what he enjoyed.

More so because Sarah made him feel secure enough to explore with her.

In every way imaginable.





chapter TWENTY-SEVEN

SARAH WASN’T SURE SHE COULD endure another orgasm like that. She’d been consumed by pleasure. Three mouths on her…

It was still hard to believe that this was happening.

“Come here, baby,” Dylan crooned against her ear.

She hadn’t realized anyone else had moved, but Dylan had somehow appeared at her side, and when he pulled her onto him, she went willingly. Straddling his hips, she draped herself over his chest, her bones like jelly.

“I need to be inside you,” Dylan said. “Need to feel your sweet pussy milking me.”

His words had tingles dancing beneath her skin.

Sarah managed to sit up, allowing him to nestle his cock against her folds. That was when she realized he’d put on a condom. Maybe she had passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. Honestly, she couldn’t remember the past few minutes.

“Sit on my cock, Sarah,” Dylan commanded.

Without waiting, she took him deep into her body, his cock brushing sensitive nerve endings.

She felt the bed shift, knew someone was behind her. She wasn’t sure who it was because she didn’t know Chris or Tristan well enough to tell them apart. Whoever it was pulled her back against his chest, his arms slipping around to cup her breasts. The other one knelt on the mattress beside Dylan.

Meeting Dylan’s eyes again, she smiled reassuringly, letting him know she was still good with this. Hell, she was more than good with this and that was the biggest kicker of all. Sarah wanted to spend the rest of the night crushed between these three men, their hands and mouths driving her out of her mind.

“Ahh, yeah.” Dylan gripped her hips, pulling her down on him so that he was lodged balls deep inside her. “Feels so damn good.”

He lifted her slightly, then thrust his hips upward, fucking her, filling her, giving her just what she needed. A mouth was on her breast, licking, sucking, nipping momentarily, but then he was gone. A firm hand on her back pushed her forward until she was once again lying on Dylan.

“Give me your tongue,” he urged.

Sarah kissed Dylan, allowing her tongue to stroke his. Dylan clearly had other plans. He sucked on her tongue, mimicking the way he was fucking her. It was enough of a distraction to keep her from noticing the warmth against her anus.

“What’s he doing?” Dylan asked when Sarah shifted, her body grinding against him as the foreign sensations whipped through her.

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

“Is he licking your ass?”

Sarah nodded.

“Does it feel good?”

She nodded again. It felt … amazing.

Dylan’s hips rocked, fucking into her while that devious tongue fucked her asshole, making her body hum.

But soon it was over when the man behind her shifted and she felt his fingers slide down the crack of her ass. She wasn’t na?ve. She knew what was going to happen. There were three of them and one of her. It was simple math.

“Relax, sweet girl.” She was pretty sure that was Chris behind her, teasing her ass with his finger.

She tried to relax; she really did.

“Open your eyes. Focus on me,” Dylan instructed. “Let it feel good, Sarah.”

Sarah opened her eyes and shifted her position. The move caused her clit to press against Dylan, and she rocked into him, enjoying the feeling. She pressed her hands to the mattress beside Dylan’s head, her eyes focused on him.

“I want to watch you suck Tristan’s dick,” he told her softly. “Take him in your mouth.”

Sarah turned her head, realizing Tristan was kneeling there, his cock in his hand. He was big, probably far too big to fit in her mouth. Another thought took over. If he was that big … and Chris was his twin brother…

“Relax, sweetheart,” Chris called from behind her.