Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(34)

“Oh shit,” Rhett coughed. “Shower and a grower. Good for you, man.”

I couldn’t hold back my laugh as I wriggled free and rolled over to my belly between Grayson’s legs. Excited, I wrapped my hand around his base and marveled how my fingertips couldn’t touch.

“Quit checking out my dick and make Billie come, Silver,” Gray ordered, reaching down to slap my ass way harder than necessary. I yelped but rose up onto my knees with my ass in the air like I guessed he wanted me to do.

Rhett followed the repositioning, fingers teasing my pussy from behind. “Yes, sir,” he muttered. “Bossy.”

Gray gave a moan as I closed my lips around the thick head of his cock, and Rhett took that as his sign to go back to work. He didn’t hesitate as he tongue-fucked my pussy from behind, and I had a hard time choking out moans of my own with my mouth full of Gray’s dick. Like, really full. I couldn’t even get half of him in, and as it was that was seriously pushing the limits of my throat.

“Silver, I told you to do something,” Gray rumbled a few minutes later, “and you haven’t done it. Do you need help?”

“Fuck you, Taylor,” Rhett muttered, coming up for air. “I was taking my time.”

“Don’t,” he growled. “She can take it.”

Oh god, my insides quivered at that. Rhett apparently agreed with his bandmate because he picked up the intensity. His face buried between my legs, he sucked and flicked my clit while his fingers pumped my pussy hard enough to make me almost lose my balance. His other hand kept a tight grip on my hip, though, so when I inevitably climaxed a scarce few moments later, he was able to hold me in place—really held me there and prolonged the orgasm like I hadn’t even known was possible.

I moaned and quivered, but Gray had a grip on my hair by now and forced my face down hard into his lap, damn near suffocating me on dick. Not that I was complaining, but I was also pretty sure he got more teeth than he was bargaining for.

“Holy shit, that was hot,” Rhett chuckled, finally releasing me. Gray did the same, letting me up for air as my whole body trembled like barely set jelly.

Gray stroked my hair out of my face, then wiped my wet mouth with a smirk. “How we doing so far, Prickles? Sharing nicely?”

I licked my lips, tasting him, and then smiled. “So far, so good.”

“Good, then we’d better continue. Come here.” He tugged me closer, guiding me onto my knees on either side of his hips as he positioned his tip at my entrance. “That’s it, baby girl, nice and easy. You can take it all now.” He firmly lowered me down onto his sizable shaft, not stopping until my thighs met his, and I gave a groan at how full that made me.

As Gray started to move beneath me, Rhett was right there, tilting my face to his and kissing me hard. Our tongues danced together, his lip piercing adding that extra texture to our kisses, while Gray leisurely thrust up into me from below like he had all the time in the world. Like I wasn’t about to come again just from how tight the fit was. The angle he was striking was doing unspeakable things to my insides, too. Like his thick head was just rubbing back and forth over my G-spot without ever letting up.

“Gray!” I squeaked in protest as my orgasm continued to build, but he just held me firm, his hands splayed over my hips to keep me captive.

“Come for me, Prickles. Then I’ll let Rhett have a turn.”

Holy hell, how could I refuse an order like that? Something about that wording—letting Rhett have a turn—should have freaked me out. Or at the very least triggered my feminist instinct, right? Nope, I just found myself spiraling into a heady, skin-tingling kind of orgasm that made me scream against Rhett’s hungry kisses.

“Good girl,” Grayson praised as I writhed in his lap. “You’re so pretty when you shatter, Billie, like a damn dream.”

“My turn,” Rhett growled, grabbing my hips from behind. He lifted me straight out of Grayson’s lap—and off his dick—then dropped me onto my back on the bed. Gripping my thighs in his hands he hitched my legs wide, then plunged his pierced cock deep into my still-pulsing cunt.

I cried out with pleasure, and Gray met my eyes with a grin from above my head. I was so fucking turned around I didn’t even know which way was up, but who fucking cared? I was having a fantastic time helping the boys learn to share.

“Shit, Thorn,” Rhett groaned as he pumped his dick into me, “you feel so incredible. This body is unbelievable. You think you’d wanna take more?”

“More?” I gasped, staring up at him with wide—excited—eyes.

Rhett’s lips tilted in an evil grin. “Don’t play innocent, Billie Bellerose; you know what I’m saying.” To make his point, he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, then plunged back into my pussy. This time, though, his index finger circled my asshole at the same time.

I squeaked in surprise, even though I absolutely had known that was what he meant.

“Okay?” Rhett asked, checking for permission before taking things further.

“Yes!” I gasped, rocking back onto him.

He gave a small groan, then pushed that finger deeper while his hips increased in rhythm. “Fuck,” he breathed, and I made all kinds of noises that I’d be sure to blush about later. “You like that?”

My response was just a muffled jumble of sounds as I bit the comforter and let my eyes roll back. Shit’s sake, he was going to make me come again.