by Madison Faye
We were holding back, that is, until Emma took it there for us. She suddenly pulled away from Joaquin, and looked me right in the eye.
“Harder,” she groaned.
I drove in deep, grinding into her, my hands tight on her hips.
“Fuck, harder!” she moaned, begging with her lips and encouraging me with a roll of her hips.
I slammed my cock into her, her whole body sliding on the couch as I drove my cock in balls deep.
“YES,” she cried out, her whole body arching off the couch as I started to fuck her hard.
“Just like that!” she screamed before grabbing Joaquin by the hips and pulling him back towards her mouth.
Our little interloper liked it rough, it seemed.
Good.
I started to drive my cock in harder and harder, filling her with every thick inch on every thrust. I fucked her with everything I had, my muscles bunching as I drove my hips against her again and again, forcing her mouth deeper onto his cock. My hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks, pinning her down and nailing her to the fucking sofa with my dick.
My balls slapped her ass on every thrust, and Joaquin growled as she dipped her mouth down and sucked on his, stroking him with one hand while she tongued his balls. Landon growled, standing and pumping his cock as he stood next to us, his eyes on her.
She started moaning louder and faster, like having the extra one there watching was pushing her even further unto her forbidden, dirty fantasy. Her moans got higher and higher, and her whole body started to tense up, and I knew she was going to come, hard.
I knew she was going to come harder than she’d ever fucking dreamed of coming.
My fingers blurred over her clit as I filled her with my cock again and again, and suddenly, she erupted for us.
She screamed, her whole body tensing and flailing as the orgasm tore through her. Her cheeks and her soft breasts flushed red, her pussy gripped me even tighter, and I knew there was no way I was going to hang on any longer.
Joaquin lost it first, roaring as his cum splashed across her tits as she sucked his balls. Emma quickly pulled him into her mouth, sucking him as he pumped shot after shot into her throat.
Fuck, that was all I could take. I growled as I drove in balls-deep, an orgasm ripping through me. My cock pulsing deep inside as I pumped rope after rope of cum deep into her womb.
Panting, sucking in air, I finally came to a stop, and when I glanced up, I caught the look in Landon’s eyes. We weren’t quite done with her.
I pulled back, and saw her watching almost transfixed in awe as he took my place between her legs. He stroked his big cock before he pushed her legs up high, aiming his cock at her entrance.
“My turn,” he murmured in the stillness of the room.
He pushed the head in, glanced up at her, and then drove in deep with one stroke.
Emma cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back and gripping Landon’s forearms tight in her hands as he started to pound her already-filled pussy. She screamed, begging him for harder and faster, and deeper as he claimed her body like it was his to take.
My cum ran down between her legs, and Joaquin’s off of her breast, and she looked so fucking slutty in that impossibly sexy way, but also so goddamn beautiful in her command of this moment that I felt something pull inside of me.
Fuck she was incredible. She hadn’t just laid back for this, or passively participated, even with this being her first time with more than one man. No, she’d demanded this of us. She’d gone into this knowing exactly what she wanted, even if what she wanted was a dark, forbidden fantasy.
She’d taken it.
She’d owned it.
And fuck was that sexy.
Landon’s hips moved faster, his hands grabbing her ass and lifting her off the sofa and against him as they crashed together again and again, until suddenly they both exploded together. Emma cried out, hands tearing at the couch as another orgasm shattered through her. Landon roared as he drove in, filling her to the brim with more cum until it was leaking out from where they joined.
The four of us collapsed onto the sofa, just letting it all simmer over us as the fire crackled.
I glanced over at Emma, still panting as she pushed a lock of hair behind her eyes and leaned her head against Joaquin’s shoulder, and I slowly shook my head.
I didn’t know who this girl was, or where she came from, but I knew one thing for sure.
We’d had a taste of something we never thought we’d find.
…And we’d be damned if we were going to let her go now.
8
Emma
It was later, after my pulse finally calmed down, after I could remember how to breathe again, and after my whole body stopped shaking in the aftershocks of my orgasm, that we finally left the party.
I knew I must have looked completely disheveled, and like…well, like I’d just had the hottest sex of my life, because I had. But by that point, besides the fact that most of the club was preoccupied with each other, I also just didn’t care.
Something had happened to me in that room. And it wasn’t just crazy hot sex with three gorgeous strangers, it’d been something more than that. And I knew that might sound silly, but I knew what casual sex was, and there’d been something in all three of their eyes when we’d all been together that said this was something more.
This was something bigger than us.
I know — three hot strangers, in masks, at a sex club should have, by all reasoning, been the actual definition of “casual sex.” But, there was no denying the way I felt, and there was no way to ignore the way they kept me close. The way their hands held mine, the way their eyes burned into mine when we stopped halfway down the stairs to the front door of the mansion so they could each kiss me tenderly against the wall.
And by the time we walked out in the summer night, I didn’t want this night to end. This was a fairytale — a filthy, forbidden fairytale — and I didn’t want it to stop.
God, what was I, falling for these beautiful strangers? Had I actually gone insane? I’d come to the club that night for one reason, and it had certainly not been to sleep with princes. No, I’d gone there that night to expose all of this. I’d gone there to do my job and shine a light on the dark secret of the royal world.
And now after my night with them, for the first time ever, I felt awful about why I’d come. These three weren’t bad guys, they just happened to come to this place. And, now that I’d seen it, the Club wasn’t a “bad place” either. I hadn’t seen anything illegal, or wrong. No one had been there against their will, or had been forced to do anything. I’d seen pleasure, and women having an amazing time letting themselves go into the ultimate fantasy.
That and I could safely say I’d just had the most insanely hot, amazing sex of my life.
No, after seeing it, I knew one thing: the Triple Crown Club wasn’t breaking news, it was just sensationalist tabloid shit.
And I wanted nothing to do with that.
The men had called their car, and while we waited, we moved into the shadows of the side-garden next to the large sweeping driveway. One of them held me from behind, his arms wrapped tight around me as we all just lingered in the silence, occasionally grinning at each other about what had just transpired inside.
The front door to the mansion opened, and as four people walked out, I suddenly gasped.
It was Julia.
She was wearing a mask, along with the three men she was with, but I’d have known my friend anywhere. And here she was, walking out of the club with three men, and getting into a limo with them!
“Someone you know?” the one holding me murmured.
“Y-no.”
“Still a bad liar,” he chuckled as Julia’s car pulled away. Their limo arrived next, and we quickly stepped into the darkness of the car.
It was there that I finally took a breath and looked up at them.
“I don’t— I mean—”
I frowned
, immediately feeling like an idiot for having almost said it out loud. What did I think this was, that we were “serious” now? Please. I knew what this was. These were three hot guys, at a sex club thats principal purpose was for three men to share one woman.
And I’d been the woman.
Suddenly, I felt so stupid for almost telling them that I didn’t want—
“You don’t want this to end.”
My eyes jerked up to them, sitting across from me in the back of the limo.
What were they, freaking mind readers?
The one in the middle grinned. “You don’t want tonight to end.”
“I didn’t say that,” I said primly.
“Yeah but you were thinking it,” the one next to him said.
I looked away.
“Want to hear something crazy?”
I nodded, still not looking at them. But my breath caught as one of them reached across and cupped my face.
“We don’t want this to end either.”
I turned, seeing three sets of gorgeous blue eyes burning into me from behind three masks.
“We don’t know what this is,” he growled. “And we weren’t looking for you tonight, but damn are we glad we found you.”
I smiled, something fluttering in my chest.
“Look, Emma, we can take you home if you want. And if you want, tonight can be just one night that none of us are going to ever forget.”
He leaned forward, his jaw tight.
“Or, we can keep this going, and figure out what this is, because if you think you’re just some random, anonymous girl, or a notch on a bedpost, you are sorely mistaken.”
My heart raced, my pulse pounding in my ears. And slowly, I nodded.
“I vote for keeping this going.”
They grinned widely, their eyes shining.
“Besides, I don’t want to go home yet.”
“Good,” one of them growled before leaning across, cupping my chin, and kissing me slowly.
“Because we don’t want to let you go.”
“Where?”
“Our place.”
I shivered, my body already aching for more from them.
“Is it far?” I whispered.
One of them grinned. “How do you feel about helicopters?”
My mind was racing as we drove through the countryside, approaching the city again on the way to the helicopter that would take me to wherever it was I was going.
I was nervous, of course. And freaking out a little bit. But also, I was floating. I was head-over-heals for three strange men, and I didn’t even know who they were.
The thought gave me pause, that little warning voice inside finally being heard.
“I need to know who you are,” I said quietly.
They froze, looking up at me.
“I know the club is anonymous and all that, but…” I shook my head. “Before we do this, and before this goes any further and before I get lost any more, I need to know.”
They glanced at each other.
“If not, that’s okay, really,” I reached out and squeezed two of their hands. “But if that’s the case, I don’t know if I can do this.”
“We’re not going to hurt you, Emma,” one said quietly.
“No, I know that.” I smiled. “It’s not that, it’s just…there’s a lot of feelings going on inside of me, and trying to deal with them while you’re still wearing masks and me not knowing your names, it’s just maybe a bit more than I can do.”
The three of them nodded slowly, glancing at each other again.
Finally, they nodded.
“Really, only if you guys want—”
“We want to,” one said, his voice tight. “Look, Emma, we’ve never done this, but with you…”
“With you, there’s something here we weren’t expecting,” another finished for him.
“I know what you mean,” I said shyly, smiling.
They glanced at each other again with a final nod.
“This won’t change anything,” one said. “No matter who we are under these masks, know that what we’re feeling for you is insane, and wild, and out of nowhere, but real.”
I nodded, my heart racing.
Slowly, the first one reached up, and slipped his mask off.
My eyes went wide.
The second followed, but I knew who they were before Landon took his off.
I’d just slept with Malcolm, Joaquin, and Landon King — the triplet princes of Bellhaven.
I’d just slept with three brothers.
I gasped, my eyes darting between them as they slowly let their eyes drift over me. They were so damn similar, what with being identical triplets. But you could still tell them apart. Or maybe I had an easier time with it, since I’d helped run research for a piece on them when their father passed a year before.
Malcolm King had a slightly darker look to him — a shadow behind his eyes that was more pronounced than the others. Joaquin had a playfulness to his smile — a cocky sort of smugness that did all sorts of things to my hormones. And then there was Landon — Landon who I recognized by the mark I’d left on his neck from my lips as the one who’d watched me with his brothers before taking his turn.
Princes.
I’d just slept with three princes.
Of course, the thought had been in the back of my mind when I’d stepped out of the club with them. But knowing it now, and seeing them without their masks brought a whole new flush to my face.
“Stop,” Joaquin said quietly, moving next to me and cupping my jaw.
“This doesn’t change anything. This doesn’t change the fact that we walked into that club tonight looking for we don’t even know what, and instead we found you.”
“And who am I?” I said quietly. “To you, I mean. What can I possibly be to three princes?”
I gasped as the other two moved into me, hands holding me close, lips claiming mine.
“Everything,” Malcolm growled into my ear. “You can be everything.”
We were still kissing, and I was still falling as the car drove up to the waiting helicopter. They introduced me to Ryker, their pilot, who smiled at me curiously enough that I had to ask once we were inside.
“What, like he’s never seen you fly a girl back to your palace?”
Joaquin looked up at me, his face unblinking.
“No, he hasn’t.”
My brow raised. “What?”
“He hasn’t,” he said plainly with a shrug. “Because we’ve never brought a girl back with us. Not ever.”
I was still floating, and losing myself entirely as we lifted up into the air to whatever it was that was coming next.
9
Landon
Holy shit.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
This was real now, that’s for sure. We’d fallen for this girl the second we saw her. But now? Well, now it was deeper than anything I could have imagined. Fuck, we’d just met her a matter of hours ago, but I knew without a doubt that she was it for us.
We’d been hooked with one look, and the kiss had sealed our fate.
I knew we were all thinking it, and agreeing to take our masks off for her and let her know who we really were — something we’d never even considered before with girls from the Club — had cemented it.
She was the end game, for all of us. We wanted her completely, totally, and forever. I didn’t know what that meant, or how that would work, but I knew not having her close enough to touch, or kiss, or claim would kill me.
The helicopter landed at our private pad on the palace grounds. I watched, just fucking drinking her in as Emma’s eyes went wide at the lit-up palace and grounds.
“I can’t believe you’re actually princes.”
“Oh, the big castle is just an elaborate hoax, don’t worry,” Joaquin teased. “We’re really just three used car salesmen.”
“The helicopter is really selling the story.” She ginned. “So, great job with that.”
We
laughed as the rotary blades died down, and an aide came to open the door.
A few minutes later, we were in our private quarters, shutting the door behind us. We passed, letting Emma walk into the room, her eyes wide and her jaw open a she took in the huge vaulted ceiling, the hanging chandeliers, and the huge open double doors that led to the big stone balcony overlooking the grounds.
“Pretty impressive for used car salesmen.” She turned and winked at us.
“Hey, business is booming.”
We all paused for one more second before we all came crashing together. Emma moaned as we surrounded her, kissing her, touching her, pulling her clothes off like we were starving.
…And she was breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.
“I— I think I need to take a shower.” She giggled as we groaned into her skin, stripping her nude.
“I think that might be a good idea,” I chuckled as we reluctantly pulled away.
We took her by the hands and pulled her into the huge, marbled, candlelit master bath, shedding our clothes along the way. Emma audibly moaned as we stepped inside.
“Oh hello beautiful,” she cooed.
I laughed. Yeah, the tub was probably one of my top favorite things about the palace. Enormous, marbled, and sunken into the floor, with elaborate silver faucets and soft bubblers beneath the surface. We’d never brought any girl back to the palace. Not ever. And certainly not to my prized tub, that’s for sure.
But her? I couldn’t wait for her to get into it.
Malcolm turned the water on hot as we kissed her skin, our hands roaming her body. She moaned, losing herself in us as our hands found her slick pussy, her soft, perfect breasts, and her tight little ass. I growled as I felt her hand reach down and wrap around my thickening cock, stroking me as her eyes lifted to mine, full of fire and need.
The tub full, we pulled her in, sinking down into the water and sighing.
We drifted closer to her, hand moving back to run over her body as we nuzzled against her. She moaned as Joaquin pulled her into his lap, and I knew she could feel his big dick pressing between her legs. I moved to soap her breasts teasing her nipples as Malcolm leaned in to kiss her. Beneath the water, I could see Joaquin’s hand moving between her legs, making her cry out as he teased her clit.