Bonus Chapter #3
Grey ducks in right after, eyes going dark the second he sees me naked and squirming beneath Oliver. “Started without us, Princess?”
Oliver kisses me once more, soft and apologetic, then pulls out slowly, making me whine, before shifting to the side. “I was just warming her up.”
I choke on a laugh, but it turns into a moan when Oliver kisses me again, and his hand slides down my stomach, fingers slipping between my thighs like they belong there.
I’m so damn wet, and he groans when he feels it, circling my clit once, twice, before pushing two fingers inside me.
I arch off the sleeping bag, biting his lip to stay quiet.
When I break the kiss, there are hands everywhere.
Misha’s on my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I whimper.
Grey’s big palm cups my jaw, thumb pressing into my mouth, and I suck on it greedily, tasting salt and smoke.
Oliver’s fingers curl inside me, stroking the spot that makes my toes curl.
The smart watches start vibrating like crazy, mingling with our heavy breaths.
“Elevated heart rate detected,” Jamie chirps from four wrists at once.
We all freeze, then burst out laughing in giggles that fill the tent. But then Oliver crooks his fingers again, and I moan around Grey’s thumb.
“Elevated heart rate,” Jamie tries again, louder. “Recommend immediate cooldown.”
Misha snorts. “Yeah, no.”
Grey rips his watch off and flings it into the tent corner. Misha and Oliver follow suit, the watches landing in a pile, still buzzing.
“Critical heart rate detected!” Jamie announces, sounding almost offended.
I’m gasping now, hips rocking into Oliver’s hand. “Jamie?” I manage, voice high and thready.
“Yes, Amelia?”
Misha chooses that exact moment to slide his finger inside me alongside Oliver’s, stretching me deliciously.
“Standby!” I cry.
“I’m going into standby,” Jamie says primly, and the watches finally go silent.
Misha chuckles as he moves, pressing a kiss against my thigh. “Finally.” Then his mouth replaces Oliver’s fingers, tongue hot and perfect, and I forget how to form words.
Grey leans down, kissing me deep while Misha licks me like he’s starving. Oliver uses my wetness still on his fingers to trace smooth, lazy circles around my nipple while Grey’s thumb strokes my cheek, eyes locked on mine like he’s memorizing every gasp.
Misha pulls back just enough to speak, “Fuck, Bug, you taste like birthday cake.” Then he dives back in, sucking my clit hard enough to make me cry out, back arching off the sleeping bag.
Grey swallows the sound with another kiss, teeth grazing my lip, then slides his hand from my jaw to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, grounding me.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Spread out for us like a present.”
I whimper, thighs trembling as Misha flicks his tongue faster, his two fingers curling inside me.
The coil snaps, and my orgasm hits hard, rolling through me in waves, leaving me shaking and clenching around his fingers.
He doesn’t stop, licking me through it until I’m twitching, oversensitive and begging.
“Please… Too much—”
Misha lifts his head, lips glossy and swollen, a devil-may-care grin splitting his face. “One down,” he rasps, rising onto his knees. “My turn to be inside you, Bug.”
He shoves his pants down, and his cock juts up, thick and flushed, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. My mouth waters as I reach for him, but Grey’s hand snaps around my wrists, pinning them above my head against the sleeping bag.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs, leaning over me so his breath fans across my cheek. “We interrupted Oliver,” he says, glancing at Misha. “Only fair he gets to finish what he started.”
Oliver’s eyes go huge behind fogged glasses, and we both swallow hard.
I’m not the only one affected by Grey’s commanding tone, and I shiver as I watch Oliver’s Adam’s apple bob.
A beat later, he scrambles between my thighs like he’s afraid someone will change their minds.
His cock nudges my entrance, and I’m so wet I know I’m not the only one who can hear it when he drags the head through my folds.
“Amelia,” he breathes out, voice cracking on my name. “Can I—”
“Yes,” I gasp, rolling my hips up to chase him. “Please, Oliver, need you.”
He sinks in slow, torturously slow, letting me feel every inch of him for the second time. I’m still swollen from Misha’s mouth, still pulsing from my first orgasm, and still the stretch is exquisite, almost too much.
Oliver’s forehead drops to mine.“So tight,” he whispers reverently, as if he still can’t believe he’s allowed to do this with me. “So perfect.”
He bottoms out and stills, his muscular frame trembling as he gives me a second to breathe. Then, deliberately, I clench around him, reveling in the broken sound he chokes out, his hips jerking involuntarily.
Grey chuckles as he releases my wrists to palm my breast, thumb flicking my nipple hard enough to spark lightning down my spine.
Misha’s hand slides between Oliver and me, finding my clit with the wicked precision he’s perfected over the years.
He rubs tight circles, matching the slow drag of Oliver’s cock once he finally starts to move.
“Fuck, look at her,” Grey growls out. “Taking Ollie so pretty. You love being stuffed full, don’t you, Princess?”
I can only nod frantically, mouth open on silent cries. Oliver’s thrusts in even deeper, his measured strokes hitting that spot inside me over and over until my thighs shake. Misha’s fingers speed up, slick with my wetness and his own saliva, and I’m already climbing again.
Oliver’s breath hitches just as his rhythm falters. “I’m close,” he grits out on a pant, sweat beading on his top lip. “Amelia… where…”
“Inside me,” I beg, nails digging into his shoulders. “Want to feel you.”
It snaps something in him, and he surges forward even harder, his hips punching into me hard once, twice, and then he’s coming in hot pulses deep inside me.
His head falls back, exposing his throat, as he groans my name like it’s the only word he knows, and I tip right over with him.
My second orgasm slams into me, tighter than the first, clenching around him so hard he shudders and collapses forward.
We breathe heavily together for several seconds before he kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips, and whispers, his words shaky, “Love you till my heart gives out.”
A moment later, he carefully slips out of me, and I whine at the sudden emptiness, at the wet rush of his come trickling down my thigh.
“Now,” Misha says, flipping me onto my stomach. “It’s my turn, Bug.” He pulls my hips up, and spreads me open with his warm palms. “Look at this pretty pussy, swollen and dripping with Ollie’s come. Fucking gorgeous.”
He drags the head of his cock through the mess, coating himself, teasing my clit until I’m pushing back against him with desperate little sobs. He thrusts in hard, no warning, and I scream into the sleeping bag. The angle is so different, stretching me brutally.
Grey grabs my hair and pulls my head up, and my body lights up with the differences between their handling of me versus Oliver’s.
He kneels in front of me and palms his cock, then strokes himself lazily. “Open that smart mouth for me, Princess.”
I do, eagerly, and he feeds me his cock inch by inch until my lips are stretched around him, nose brushing the trimmed hair at his base.
The taste of him, salt and skin and Grey, floods my mouth.
Misha sets a relentless pace behind me, skin slapping skin, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints, the other sliding around to rub my clit in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it,” Grey praises, picking up speed, his grip in my hair tightening. “Take us both. Such a greedy little girl, choking on my cock while Misha wrecks your cunt.”
I moan around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. Misha’s fingers speed up mercilessly, and the dual assault is too much. My third orgasm builds fast and vicious, coiling so tight I’m shaking. Misha curses under his breath and slams in deeper.
“Milk my cock,” he pants out. “Show me how much you love being fucked stupid.”
The words shatter me. I come with a muffled scream around Grey’s cock, pussy clamping down on Misha so hard he groans like he’s dying.
He thrusts once, twice, then buries himself to the hilt and comes with a guttural moan, flooding me with heat until it’s leaking out around him, mixing with Oliver’s.
He collapses over my back, kissing my spine, my shoulder blades, before murmuring, smug and breathless, “Three.”
I try to laugh, but Grey’s cock is still in my mouth, and my whole body is shaking from aftershocks. He pulls out with a wet pop and flips me onto my back again. My legs are jelly, but he spreads them wide, the movement making Misha’s and Oliver’s cum slide out in a warm gush.
Grey’s eyes turn molten. “Look at that,” he growls out, thumb sliding through the slick and pushing it back into me. “Stuffed full with us. Just wait until I’m leaking out of you too.”
Misha catches my wrist and guides my hand down, wrapping my fingers around the base of Grey’s cock.
“Feel him,” he murmurs, breath hot against my ear. “Feel how hard he gets knowing you’re dripping with us.”
“Holy shit,” Oliver breathes out at the same time Grey curses.
He shudders when my fingers tighten, his cock nudging against the mix leaking down my folds.
“Rub me through it,” he orders, voice rough.
I do, stroking him once, twice, coating him in the messy blend of them and me.
His abs tighten as he moans. “That turns you on, huh? Being stuffed so deep you can still feel it leaking out?” His hand closes around my wrist, guiding my fingers to rub my clit through the slick. “Goddamn, you’re shaking for it.”
My hips jerk, helpless.
“Open for me, Princess,” he raps, pushes my hand away, then hooks my legs over his shoulders, lines himself up, and slams home in one thrust. I cry out at the overstimulation. I’m so full, so sensitive, and every nerve is screaming.
For more, for less, for everything.
He folds me nearly in half, ankles by my ears, and I feel everything inside me. Oliver’s cum, Misha’s cum, Grey’s cock dragging through the mess, hitting depths that make my eyes roll back.
I cry Grey’s name in a broken plea.
“I know,” he growls out, hips snapping hard enough to jolt my whole body. “I know, baby. Gonna give you everything.”
When Grey finally takes some of his weight off me, Misha’s fingers find my clit again, and Oliver latches onto my nipple with his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.
I’m surrounded, overwhelmed, theirs completely.
Every thrust pushes me higher, the pleasure edged with too much, until I’m babbling nonsense, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
“Come on my cock, Princess. Show me who you belong to.”
I sob as the fourth orgasm rips through me, and I clench around him so hard he roars my name, then buries himself deep one last time and comes with a guttural sound, pulsing inside me until I’m overflowing, and the warmth seeps out with each breath he drags from me.
I’m a ruined, perfect mess.
He stays inside me for a long while, softening slowly, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing like we’ve run a marathon.
“Happy birthday, Princess,” he whispers against my lips.
“Best one yet,” I rasp.
Misha chuckles, kissing my shoulder. “Wait till you see the piano tomorrow.”
“And the puppy,” Oliver adds, sleepily tracing a heart on my hip.
I laugh, breathless and wrecked and so in love with these three men it hurts.