Page 39 of Crushing Clover

“Next time wake me up.” His voice was rough with sleep.

“That’s what you get for being noisy,” Saint said to me with feigned regret. “Now you have to entertain all three of us.”

“You could wait and have seconds, or we could work you in here somehow,” Rush offered.

Work him in?

“I’d use her mouth, but I’m afraid to get that close to Saint’s mouth.”

“Go ahead,” Saint said, his voice deceptively casual, “but if you teabag me, I’m definitely biting you.”

Lucky grinned at me. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect a stellar performance, considering they have you distracted.” He got to his knees and edged closer, and his big, pierced cock was already hard.

I shook my head. “Lucky, no. I can’t.” My gasping breath as both Rush and Saint shoved into me at the same time made him grimace in sympathy.

“I know it seems like a lot, baby girl, but you’re doing so good.”

When I whined, looking up at Lucky for pity, he shushed me and stroked my hair.

“Do they feel too big and hard inside you?” His concern was thinly veiled sadism.

He cupped my cheek with his big palm, and I leaned into the comforting stroke as the other two vied for space in a body that felt too small for the job.

Lucky rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip, and I kissed it, then latched on and sucked, distracting myself.

“That’s right—that feels better, huh? I thought it would.” Gently, he withdrew his thumb, humming in amusement as my mouth tried to follow.

Instead, Saint pulled me back by the hair. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Thwarted, I wordlessly complained.

Lucky gripped his cock and guided it to my lips. “Suck on this instead. It’ll make both of us feel better.”

I parted my lips to tell him to fuck off, but he stuffed my mouth with cock, forcing it open with his thick length. Effectively gagged, I tried to protest, but it only made him groan.

“That’s right, baby. Suck.” Lucky’s voice was a rasp. “I love watching them railing you at the same time. I can only imagine how fucking tight you are for them—how you must be squeezing them together.” He eased his cock in and out of my mouth, making sure not to choke me on it.

I gave him the attention he wanted, actually finding it easier with a cock to suck on. He let me mostly take the lead, and I investigated his piercings with my tongue. Precum leaked into my mouth, and I wiggled the tip of my tongue at the small slit.

Lucky groaned, stroking my face with reverent affection. It was hot when he was rough, but when he was sweet with me, it made me melt. “Such a good girl, taking three cocks.”

“Fuck, Lucky—shut up. This is so fucking good I almost came before I was all the way in,” Rush complained, his hips momentarily stuttering.

“I almost did, too,” Saint said, his cock moving strangely inside me as he laughed. When I squawked around Lucky’s cock, he groaned.

Between the three of them, I was completely surrounded, crushed in a surging sea of muscle.

They were touching me—touching each other.

Rough hands squeezed my breasts and my ass, pinched, caressed, and dug in for leverage.

Saint licked the side of my mouth where it was wrapped around Lucky’s cock, and Lucky swore as Saint tugged his balls.

Rush’s mouth was on the back of my neck, and I shuddered in delight, loving the feel of his lips, and the way Saint’s pubic bone rubbed against my clit.

I sobbed, trying to fight down the rising, overwhelming tide of my arousal.

“Don’t you dare fucking come without permission,” Saint warned, moving his hips just right, making me pant, his eyes full of dark warning.

“Fuck—fuck,” Rush whispered against the back of my neck. He shuddered over me, freezing mid-motion as his cock bucked and twitched in my ass.

There was no way to stop now. My body quaked with the effort to hold back, my pussy and ass muscles seizing in a punishing grip.

Saint’s body bowed under mine. “Fuck yeah.” He gripped my hips with cruel fingers.

Was that permission?

There was no time to ask. Blood sang in my ears, and the air was filled with moans and swears.

I gagged on Lucky’s cock as my body crashed into violent orgasm.

My eyes rolled, and for a long, long moment I was sightless, my pussy seizing and fluttering with rolling waves of pleasure.

I sobbed on Lucky’s cock, and a moment later it discharged hard, scalding a path down the back of my throat.

Rush collapsed onto my back, and Lucky pulled out of my mouth and toppled sideways, panting, on top of him. I was pinned by a landslide of naked men, onto a naked man. The aftershocks of my orgasm made me whimper, and the two men still inside me groaned.

“I hate to have to tell you this, Saint, but our little sex slave came without permission.”

“Fucking narc,” I mumbled, too sated and squashed to care. By the time they sorted themselves out, maybe Saint would forget.

Beneath me, Saint burst out laughing. The sound was rusty, as though he hadn’t really laughed in a long time. I found myself grinning even though my body was full of complaints.

“Did you just call Rush a narc?” His voice was breathy, as though we were squashing him.

“In my defence, you did say ‘fuck yeah.’ I assumed that was permission, since you left it open to interpretation.”

“She’s right. You did say that,” Lucky agreed.

“You’d give her an alibi if she murdered me,” Saint grumbled, sounding more like himself.

“That pussy though—am I right?” Lucky said.

“Rush, your submissives are staging a mutiny.”

“Shh. You’re ruining my afterglow,” Rush mumbled blearily.

“Complete fucking anarchy in this bed,” Saint complained. “Lucky, get him off of us. I’m running out of oxygen down here.”

“The lack of air seems to be doing wonders for your mood. I heard you laugh, fucker.” Rush reached past my ear to ruffle Saint’s hair.

“It’s hypoxia setting in. I’m seconds away from passing out.” He lurched, trying to knock all three of us off him.

“My god, give me a fucking minute. You wake me up for sex, and now you’re in a hurry to go back to sleep?”

Lucky sat up, making it slightly easier for me to breathe.

“I didn’t wake you up, fucker.”

Rush was easing out of my ass, and I felt my brows lift in consternation.

“Oh,” I whispered, shaking my head slightly.

“You’re fine,” Saint grumbled.

When his cock was out, I blinked rapidly at the sensation of being empty…except I wasn’t totally empty. I clenched my ass, trying to keep Rush’s cum from escaping as he got off us.

I made a sound of dismay.

“Fuck, I can feel you clenching,” Saint groaned. “Quit freaking out. You’re fine.”

“I’m dripping,” I whispered.

“We filled you fuller than an overpriced creampuff. What did you expect?” Lucky chucked me under the chin. “I’ll go get some paper towels.”

“Good sex is always messy,” Rush said.

I gazed down at Saint, horrified.

“Was that your first DP?” he asked.

I nodded. “That obvious?”

“I loved watching you take us.” His dark eyes gleamed. “You hardly even complained.”

The tips of my ears prickled with heat.

“Are you going to let me up, or are you keeping my cock forever?” The words didn’t cut the way they were meant to—probably because his half-lidded eyes were filled with satisfaction.

“Sorry, Saint. I’ll get up, Saint.”

I held my breath and pushed up onto my hands and knees, letting his cock slide out of me. My breath caught at the sensation of losing him. Now that I was letting myself think about it, my pussy felt even more abused, and my ass felt like it was on fire.

“Sore?” Saint asked.

I nodded.

“Good.” He nipped my lip, looking pleased with himself when I gasped.

Unceremoniously, he shoved me away.

He could have aimed me toward the mattress, but this was Saint.

I hit the floor with a thud, banging my elbow on the way down.