Power Drilled (Roommates, #8)(50)

He increased the pressure on my clit as I thrashed around. The triplet sucking on my nipples let go, presumably so as not to accidentally hurt me, but I was way past caring. I cried out as they cupped and squeezed my breasts. And then the talented tongue between my legs pushed me over the edge.

As I tried to catch my breath, I opened my eyes. Three men were looking at me with longing in their eyes. Hunter was on my right side. Reid on my left. And Jackson was between my legs. All three had their shirts off, and I realized I didn’t want to keep my eyes closed anymore. Not when I could look at their incredible bodies.

It took me a while to recover the ability to speak, but when I could, I reached out and tugged on Hunter’s pants. “This bed is a clothing free zone,” I said. He grinned and stood up, pushing his pants down in record time. Reid and Jackson did the same, and soon I was surrounded by six sculpted pecs. Twenty-four perfect abs. And three huge cocks.

I reached out and ran my finger along Reid’s cock. It twitched and grew even bigger. I tried to close my fingers around it, but it was too big. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered. “All of you.”

Reid looked at his brothers. “She means one at a time,” he cautioned.

He was right, that was what I meant—but it might not be what I meant next time.

“Who do you want first, sweetheart?” Reid asked.

“How about your birth order?”

“Not going to argue with that,” Reid said. He leaned down and gave me a long, lingering kiss before changing places with Jackson.

Jackson lay down next to me, his body warm against my side. Then his lips met mine at the same time I felt something press against my slit. Not a finger. Not a tongue. Something bigger.

A square piece of foil caught my eye as it drifted down onto the bed next to me, and I was glad Reid had thought to use a condom. The excitement was building up inside me again, and I might have forgotten.

Jackson’s tongue delved into my mouth, and it felt amazing. Reid rubbed the head of his sheathed cock up and down my slit, and I moaned. Then Hunter got in the act, grasping my knee and folding it up toward my chest. This gave Reid better access, and his hard cock slid inside me.

I moaned as he spread me open wider than I ever had been. I felt so damn full as he rocked in and out of me. Jackson’s mouth devoured mine at the same time that Hunter reached his free hand up and sank it in my hair. This time he didn’t just stroke my scalp, he also grabbed handfuls and gently tugged.

It was all too much. But so right. And so hot. I brought my hips up to meet each stroke, and as Reid’s breathing grew labored, so did mine. Jackson slid his hand down my stomach and pressed a finger against my clit, and that was all it took. I screamed and my inner walls clamped down on Reid’s thick cock. It pulsed inside me, and with a cry, he came as well. Then he all but collapsed on me, and the weight of him on top of me felt good. It felt right. I linked my wrists behind his neck and held him against me. But then a hand snaked between us, teasing my nipple, and I wanted more.

Jackson was next. He rolled me over on my side and moved in behind me. I’d never done that position before. He rubbed his hand over my ass, squeezing and kneading in a way that made me moan. Then I stilled when he positioned his cock at my entrance.

“Please,” I moaned, and he obliged.

I gasped as he pushed inside me, spreading me just as wide as Reid had. I looked around, unsure where Reid had gone, but he was sitting at the foot of the bed watching us. Hunter was right in front of me, and my eyes grew wide as he stroked himself.

He chuckled when he noticed me watching and stroked his cock harder. “We’re saving the best for last, baby.”

I groaned as Jackson continued to push into me from behind. It felt so different… and so good.

“Touch your clit,” he whispered. For a moment, I hesitated. Could I really do that while Reid and Hunter watched? But then again, I was watching Hunter stroke himself, too. And this entire thing had started by me watching Jackson in that art class.

I slid my hand down my body and rubbed my clit. Hunter groaned, watching me and he looked close to coming. But I thought Jackson was, too, because his strokes had sped up. “Oh please,” I moaned as my whole body began to quake.

“That’s it, Penny,” Jackson said from behind me, his voice ragged with desire. “Keep rubbing your clit and come hard for me.”

I gasped as he drove into me again and again. My moans filled the room as he pushed deep inside me and held himself there. His cock pulsed inside me as I hovered right on the edge. Then Hunter reached over and pinched my nipple—hard.

That was all it took. I screamed and spasmed around Jackson’s cock. He cried out too as we both shook with pleasure. My limbs trembled as I cried out. I’d never had an orgasm last this long before.

And then Jackson pulled out, rolling me forward. I didn’t understand until Hunter lay down on the bed next to me—and then pulled me on top of him.

I’d never been on top before. “I don’t—” I was breathing so hard I could barely get the words out. “I don’t know how.”

Then Reid was there. “We’ll help you.” He supported my upper body while I positioned myself over Hunter’s massive cock. Hunter fisted himself once more and held himself steady as I sank down on his cock. It filled me in a different way than the other positions had.