Page 12 of Right Side of Paradise

Birthday Girl

I was surrounded.

Rico sat against the headboard of the hotel bed, legs spread with me between them. My back was to him while I faced Soul and the mess his fingers were making between my legs.

I always knew he was good with his hands, but fuck .

I didn’t know that meant he could reach parts of me I didn’t know existed and write his name all over them.

He dipped his head to kiss me and as his soft lips moved over mine, I couldn’t help but compare it to the kiss me and Rico shared two nights ago.

Rico’s lips had been so rough, almost frantic in the way he claimed my mouth.

But Soul?

Soul was as gentle as I expected him to be, but so damn thorough and nasty at the same time.

Neither one of them was better. Just different. In the best ways.

And now I couldn’t wait for Christian to put his mouth on me.

While I sat there, skin to skin with Rico, Soul’s tongue wrapped around mine, matching the rhythm of our kiss with the stroke of his fingers between my legs.

It was slow. And deep. And so satisfying I arched off the bed to chase the connection when he pulled away.

“Soul, please.”

“I got you, Harley,” he promised. Soon, his thumb settled over my clit, adding to the sensations running rampant through me.

I could feel his fingers inside of me. The roughness of his thumb massaging my clit. And Rico’s heart pounding against my back.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely when I moved against him.

Soul kissed me until I fully relaxed against Rico again, his fingers fucking in and out of my tightness.

“You like what Soul is doing to you, baby?” Rico asked directly into my ear.

I didn’t mean to, but I squirmed at the vibrations his voice sent rocketing through me. I was so damn overstimulated, and we’d just started. If this was the beginning, I knew I would be useless by the end of this.

Christian hadn’t even touched me yet.

As if he read my mind, Rico’s teeth trapped my earlobe before he whispered. “Look at Christian.” He gave me time to find him in the chair opposite the bed. “Look how hard he is, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.”

My hips lifted to meet Soul’s fingers again because I needed more stimulation after laying eyes on Christian and the outline of his dick pushing against his pants.

Not to mention I could feel Rico’s arousal pressed into the small of my back. He still had on his pants but there was no hiding the effect this was having on him.

Soul’s erection was thick and prominent against his thigh. His navy boxer briefs showed me everything I needed to see.

Fuck.

I bucked into his hand until my wetness created its own soundtrack. Throwing my head back against Rico’s shoulder, I let out a whimper that morphed into a moan so tortured my throat went hoarse.

I couldn’t explain how bad it turned me on to know I had three men catering to me like this.

And the pressure against my clit grew more intense with every passing millisecond.

I was going to fall apart any minute now and I knew Rico would be right there to catch me.

On his knees in front of us, Soul didn’t stop until my breaths were choppy, and my legs trembled.

“Soullllll,” I cried as the first wave hit me.

Rico grabbed my chin, roughly yanking my mouth to his so he could swallow my cries and the other man’s name on my tongue.

“You did so fucking good for him, Harlow.” Rico released his hold on my chin but didn’t stop kissing me. He kissed my lips. My jaw. My neck.

Every inch of him he could reach while Soul pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean before he dipped his head and sucked my left nipple into his mouth.

Rico’s fingers closed around my right nipple, and I was wound up all over again.

I wouldn’t be mad if this never ended.

“Christian,” I whined. “Come here.”

He’d been sitting on the sidelines, watching me with a rapt look on his face this whole time. But I needed him close to me. In touching distance.

Christian got up and shed his shirt on his way to me. He stopped at the foot of the bed and dropped his pants after pulling condoms out of his pocket.

Thick and proud, his dick bobbed free through the slit in his boxers and my mouth watered.

I’d only watched porn a couple of times, but I’d never seen a dick as thick and pretty as his.

And the bead of precum at the tip…I wanted to touch it. To touch him and feel how heavy he was.

Too bad he looked like he was petrified of touching me.

Bared completely to him, I had no shame left and reached out for him this time, using my actions instead of my words to get him where I wanted him to be.

Just then, Soul moved from sucking my nipple to kissing my navel. Then he moved lower to kiss my pussy. All while Rico used his tongue and teeth to brand my neck. There would be marks tomorrow and that was tomorrow’s problem. Because I damn sure wasn’t telling him to stop.

Christian let Soul taste me until he saw my legs shaking again and wanted in on my second orgasm.

One second Soul was making me see stars and the next second Christian took over, his tongue lapping up every inch his best friend had just tasted.

“You taste so good, Harlow.” He licked me until he was pulling nothing but whimpers out of me. Then he slid the condom over his dick and lined himself up at my entrance. “It’s going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it feel good too.”

I nodded shakily, biting my lip while Soul pulled my legs apart and kissed up my calf.

All three of them were touching me when Christian pushed inside of me.

Inch by inch.

I stretched for him.

Cried for him.

And finally, relaxed for him.

Rico was with me through every stroke and groan, his hands on my thighs. My waist. My neck.

He talked me through every painful thrust until they started feeling good.

And damn, it felt so good. So good I never paused to question that Christian was fucking me while I was sprawled on top of my stepbrother. It felt too right to question. Too good to give up.

So, with my legs spread and bracketing either side of Rico’s, I let Christian take care of me with steady, sure strokes while Soul used his mouth and hands to please me.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it so well.”

“Rico,” I whined when he nipped at my jaw.

“I’m right here, baby. Watching you get fucked like a good girl.”

His praise nearly did me in when Christian wined his hips, pushing against my clit with friction and precision.

To his right, Soul kissed my ankle and up my calf.

They’d made it clear that tonight was all about me, but I still wanted them to get some pleasure from this. More importantly, I wanted to see it.

“Soul,” I called out.

His eyes instantly sought out mine and the concern in them tugged at my heart. “What’s wrong, Harley baby?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head as much as I could before dropping my gaze to his briefs. “Take those off and touch yourself,” I pleaded.

I loved that he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a pillow we weren’t using, propped it up behind him and pushed his briefs down enough for his dick to breathe. He laid back against the pillow with his dick filling his hand and a little piece of me relaxed.

Christian’s hips bucked into me, his hard strokes shoving me against Rico’s body. Over and over again.

He was slick with sweat behind me, and I hated how much I loved it.

We were all a mess, and I wanted to make a bigger one.

Rico hissed out a breath that sounded painful. “Shit, Harlow. I’m so hard watching Christian fuck you like this. So hard it hurts.” I believed him.

I could hear it in the ragged cadence of his words, and I wished I could do something. But the last thing I wanted to do was move off this man. Even as another man was fucking me.

Soul said nothing. He just watched me with hooded eyes and stroked his dick with a blissful expression.

His dick was so fat and already leaking precum from the tip.

I wanted to lick it. Have his flavor on my tongue to taste what I did to him.

But I was too weightless to do anything except stay right where I was.

Eyes on me, Soul bit his lip and used his other hand to massage his balls while his best friend fucked in and out of me.

Behind me, Rico grunted, his hands digging into my waist and dragging me against him with every move Christian made.

It was…heaven. Or some hedonistic, unholy equivalent.

I was drowning in pleasure. In sensations I couldn’t describe. Everything I fucking wanted. And it was better than I could have imagined.

It didn’t take long for Christian’s thrusts to grow jerky. He stopped pulling out of me and just rutted against me while kissing all over my face.

The headboard knocked against the wall in time with his frenetic rhythm.

The mixture of their cologne and my arousal shouldn’t have turned me on even more but it did. And I was spiraling.

My orgasm hit me like the waves crashing into the shore outside this hotel and I came with a scream that didn’t sound like my voice.

Soul grunted from somewhere on the bed and Christian stilled inside of me.

He thrusted into me hard one more time.

With a heavy groan, he filled the condom inside of me and kissed my brow before fully pulling out.

We were spent. Sated. Happy.

This bed was a mess and so were we, but I’d just had the best, filthiest time of my life.

Softly, Rico caressed my side as I came down and I didn’t notice the absence of his voice talking me through it until he whimpered in my ear, a prelude to his own pleasure.

“Fuck,” he sounded helpless but happy. “I just came in my fucking pants.”