“And here I was thinking there was something about you guys.”
“Maybe there’s something about all of us,” Jace said, moving against my front. “Maybe we’re all a little confused by this, but maybe none of us want to stop figuring out what this is.”
My breath caught as my heart flipped in my chest.
“I want to find out,” I whispered. “I do, really, But, look, you’re princes. You’re royalty, and I’m not. And I don’t know what this is, but—”
“But it’s crazy,” Killian growled, coming against my side. “And what we are or aren’t doesn’t mean shit to that end. Look, we like you, Anya. A lot. So much that it’s freaking all of us out because we never saw you coming. But all I — all any of us — want is more of you, and we can’t stop.”
“Then don’t,” I breathed, as I turned and pressed my lips to his.
We were all still kissing when the car pulled up. Still kissing as we tumbled into the back of it, and I was still gasping and moaning into their mouths as the limo pulled away.
Hands pushed my dress up high, fingers slipping into my panties and pulling them down my legs. I moaned into someone’s kiss — Dean, I think — and gasped as someone else’s fingers slid through my sticky, slick pussy.
The dress was pushed higher, powerful hands tugging it over my breasts and up over my head, until I was totally naked, lying across the rich leather seat of the limo. The men pulled back, growling and eyeing me hungrily as they pulled their suits off. Hard, chiseled muscles and thick, throbbing cocks had my mouth watering and my thighs squeezing together.
And then they were on me again.
Jace’s mouth found my neck, his lips sucking hard on the tender skin there, making me cry out. I moaned even louder when I felt Killian and Dean move to my legs — their lips finding the inside of my thighs and slowly making their way higher.
Their hands spread me wide, and when I felt one, and then the other, and then the first again run their tongues up and down my slit, I felt my whole world melt around me.
They turned me onto my hands and knees, Dean moving under me and pulling me down to his hungry mouth. I whimpered as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy, tasting me and fucking me with it before pulling back and swirling it over my clit.
I felt Killian kiss his way over my ass, his hands and tongue leaving goosebumps in their wake. Slowly, his hands tightened on me, pulling me open and gripping me tightly as his lips centered.
Oh my God.
The sensation of his teasing tongue slipping over my tight asshole had my crying out, my whole body shuddering at the filthy, naughty sensations flooding through me. I’d never done anything remotely like that, and suddenly I was wondering why the hell I hadn’t.
Killian groaned into me, his eager tongue pushing against my ring as his friend teased my clit. Jace was still kissing my neck, his hands sliding down to cup my breasts and tease my nipples with his fingers. I pulled him eagerly to my lips, kissing him fiercely as his two friends made my body explode with their tongues.
Jace’s thick, throbbing cock pulsed against my arm, and as Killian and Dean began to fuck me with their tongues, I wrapped my fingers around Jace, opened my mouth, and sucked him inside.
I moaned softly around the thick crown, hollowing my lips and sucking him deep as Killian’s tongue swirled over my ass and Dean’s pushed deep into my slippery pussy.
They moved faster and faster, and my mouth bobbed deeper and wetter onto Jace’s big dick. His hands gripped my hair, the growls on his lips sending me reeling as I slurped loudly and wetly on his cock.
I loved that I’d lapsed into this new role — that tonight, I was their dirty girl.
I moaned louder, my whole body burning like it was on fire as Killian and Dean pushed me higher and higher, until I was sure I’d explode.
Killian’s tongue pushed deep into my ass, Dean’s lips fastened around my clit, and then, I did explode.
I screamed out my orgasm, my whole body trembling and shaking as the two men between my lips pushed me over the edge. Jace growled, one hand tightening in my hair and the other twisting my nipple so wonderfully as the climax pulled me under. He grunted, and suddenly, his thick, sweet cum was filling my mouth. I hummed around him, swallowing as much of him as I could as his two friends licked me right through my orgasm.
The four of us collapsed after, Jace groaning and pulling my shaking, trembling body close as Killian and Dean sat back looking at me smugly.
“Okay, you two…” I trailed off, still sucking in air. “You two are in huge trouble.”
The car came to stop, and I quickly looked up out the heavily tinted windows. We were stopped out front of the most exclusive hotel in the capital.
“We’ll all be in trouble if we try and head up to our suite like this,” Dean smirked. I giggled as I reached for my dress, blushing as I saw Killian grab my panties, bring them to his face and groan deeply. He stuck them into his pants pocket, winking at me.
“You won’t be needing these,” he growled, his fingers slipping up my leg as I tugged my dress down.
Heading up to a hotel suite with those three?
Yeah, I had no intention of needing panties.
Chapter 12
Killian
We thought about putting the masks back on before heading into the hotel and up to our room, but, fuck that.
I didn’t care about hiding my face, and I certainly didn’t give a shit about letting the world know that, yes, we were about to bring this single woman up to our hotel suite. Yes, she did look like she’d just had an orgasm dragged out of her in the back of a limo, and yes, that flush on her face was because of us.
And yes, we would be rocking her entire fucking world once we got upstairs.
Anybody who had a problem seeing that could go jump off a bridge for all I cared.
And what’s more, this wasn’t just “some chick” we were going to have some fun with. No, this was Anya — hit us from out of nowhere, never saw her coming, can’t imagine how the fuck I lived without her, Anya.
This was quickly becoming so intense I barely knew what to make of it. Well, I did, actually, I just wasn’t so sure telling her wouldn’t freak her the hell out. I couldn’t imagine how she’d react to “hey, by the way, all three of us are fucking in love with you even though we basically just met you, and we want to be with you forever.”
How would any woman react to that?
But, that wasn’t the question of the moment as we made our way to the elevator that would take us to our presidential suite. No, the question of the moment was “how many times could we make Anya come before she literally passed out.”