At half past three, I found myself standing in front of Kat and Aara’s hotel room as I’d promised, pressing my ear to the door. All I could hear was the faint sound of multiple voices and a round of laughter likely coming from the TV.

Damn.

They'd probably passed out which meant I was more than likely walking back to my car with the worst case of blue balls, ever. Still, I rapped my knuckles on the door and listened for the slightest movement on the other side, hoping the sound might wake them up. At first I thought I was hearing shit, but it only got louder and louder until it was evident one of them was peeking through the peephole.

Three…

Two…

One…

“Hey, Jag,” said Kat through a small crack, her pretty face the only thing in view.

“Hey,” I offered softly, and she smiled, rolling her eyes.

“Princess passed out.”

Fuck, I thought to myself, rubbing the back of my head as disappointment washed over me, my dick all but screaming in agony. “What happened to we’ll be up?”

Kat chuckled and pushed open the door a ways more, hooking a shoulder. “Believe me, I tried keeping her up. She had a long week at work.”

“It's cool. I'll admit, this fucking sucks though.”

Bright green eyes regarded me curiously for a beat before she asked, “Wanna wake her up?”

Her question caught me off guard, jerking my head back in surprise. “Seriously?”

Nodding briskly, she stepped aside to allow me entry. “Hell yeah. C’mon, it'll be fun.”

I made it all of ten steps into the room before my back hit the wall, her hand falling flat on my chest, one polished finger draping over her lips.

“Shhh. Just two minutes,” Kat whispered, a lascivious smile dragging across her face.

My brow quirked as I observed her. She was a feisty little thing and she looked good enough to eat in her teeny little shorts, all thick thighs and luscious ass. I reached out and gripped her by the waist, my hands sliding down the curves of her body as our mouths collided in a frantic kiss.

“You're bad,” I murmured amidst her assault.

“Two minutes isn’t going to kill her”—kiss—“Besides, all will be forgiven once she’s awake and she realizes what’s going on.”

“Fair point,” I agreed, curling my fingers under the hem of her tank top as we stumbled further into the room.

Breaking away long enough for me to whip the offending garment over her head, I tossed it to the ground before our lips fused once more en route to the bed. With a quick snap, I unclasped her bra and she shrugged the rest of it off, flinging it somewhere in our wake. My hands instantly flew to her tits now that they were freed. They weren’t huge, but they definitely weren’t small either, the perfect handful, so soft and round...and slightly cold?

My eyes fell between us and two tiny diamonds adorning either side of her nipples greeted my questioning gaze, bringing the anxious fucker trapped in my jeans to life. Kat giggled quietly, satisfied amusement radiating off her in scorching waves that instantly sprung me further into action. Pushing her onto the bed, I blanketed her body with my own and took a rigid peak between my teeth, my tongue swirling around the heady combination of steel and soft flesh. A faint moan fell from her lips, bubbling a rough groan deep in my throat at the image of her unraveling for me.

“Aara,” I heard her pant as I veered off to the other globe, tweaking the nipple I'd abandoned not seconds before.

“Two minutes, remember?”—suck—“I need to taste you.”

She moaned again at my concession, her back arching off the bed, inviting me to trail lower, and lower, and lower... In one swift move, I had her shorts—along with her panties—discarded on the floor behind me, the sight of her pretty little pussy already glistening with her arousal straining my dick against my jeans beyond the point of pain. I couldn't fucking take it anymore. Quickly undoing the button, I yanked down the zipper and pulled myself free as I settled on my knees between her legs, stroking myself long enough to let the blood flow.

Leaning in closely, I flicked my tongue out against her sex and worked my way up with leisure, swirling the very tip in slow circles around her clit that left her shuddering in my grasp.

“Fuck…” she hissed, restless hands clasping her tits in a death grip as I ate her fiendishly without mercy.

If you were an outsider looking in, you'd have thought I hadn’t eaten in weeks; lips, tongue, and teeth licking, sucking, and slurping every inch of her cunt until her legs trembled.

Oh no, not yet.

Coming up for air with her juices coating my chin, I pressed her into the mattress and took her mouth in another harsh kiss. She whimpered in need, drawing a triumphant smile on my lips.

“Ready to wake her up?” My tone was deep, gruff, but she nodded without hesitation and pushed me away, her chest heaving through the rush of desire.

I hadn't even blinked and she was on her knees, delectable ass in the air as she crawled across the bed to where Aara miraculously laid fast asleep despite our heated moment. Only problem was, she was headed in the wrong direction… Swatting her ass, I grabbed her ankles and yanked her back between my legs, shaking my head while chiding her in amusement.

“Eh, eh, eh, wrong end, pretty girl.”

Kat’s eyes widened. “Jag, we’ve never don—”

“Do you trust me?” My abrupt question interrupted her objection.

“What?”

“Do. You. Trust. Me?” I asked again, enunciating every word with clarity.

“Yeah,” she swallowed, “I guess.”

“Then don't think, and take your fine ass between her legs. Would you not enjoy waking up like that?”

“Yes,” she answered immediately and I cocked my head to one side, grinning devilishly.

“Exactly.”

And just like that, whatever doubt she'd clung to upon my initial demand evaporated into thin air. Settling herself between Aara’s legs, Kat slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her best friend’s pajama pants and tugged them gently, exposing inch after inch of smooth, tanned skin. I was entranced, almost unable to tear my eyes away, but if I didn’t, then I'd be useless in the equation and that wasn't a fucking option.

Initially, my plan was to go in delicately, peppering the odd kiss here or there until she came to, but once I was looming over her, instincts kicked in and premeditated efforts flew out the window. I went in for the kill, sinking my teeth into the curve of her neck, then licking a trail up to her ear where I nipped the lobe.

“Aara,” I whispered, kissing my way to the other side when she turned her head. “Aara, wake up.”

The softest, most inaudible moan tumbled past her lips as she stirred through mine and Kat’s combined efforts. The sound was a green light for us both. Biting down on the opposite curve subconsciously drew her fingers into my hair at the same moment her hips bucked slightly off the bed. Kat hummed appreciatively and I felt, rather than saw, her pin Aara’s legs to the bed.

“Aara, wake up,” I tried again, trailing the tips of my fingers along her stomach.

That did it.

Deep brown eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light, to double the ministrations quickly driving her to the precipice. Witnessing the exact moment recognition flashed across her face and she got her first real look at the performance she'd walked in on was fucking priceless.

“Holy shit,” she panted, her mouth falling slack as a surge of pleasure all but slapped her in the face.

I grinned. “Good morning.”

“Holy fuck. Jag?”

“The one and only, and holy fuck, indeed. You awake now, Princess?”

“What do you think?”

“I'm gonna go with yes. Come here.”

Grabbing a handful of lush hips, I fell onto my back and pulled Aara on top of me, her t-shirt billowing onto my face, drowning my vision in sudden darkness. I couldn’t help but laugh. Said laughter quickly faded away, though, when I felt something warm and wet slide onto my dick in time with the unprecedented view of Aara whipping her shirt over her head. I groaned, clenching a fistful of her hair and another of her ass as she dropped her lips to mine, her full tits pressing against my chest while Kat’s mouth worked fucking magic on my cock. It was stimulation overload and apparently Aara thought so too, a ragged moan tumbling from her throat to mine. Only then did I realize Kat was thoroughly enjoying us both, her fingers buried deep in Aara’s cunt as she sucked and slurped her way along my shaft.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kat,” Aara blurted out, her eyes clamped tightly, to which her best friend hummed attentively.

She kept at it without falter, too, bringing us both to the edge until suddenly everything minus Aara’s lips on mine came to a screeching halt. It was like running face first into a brick wall, my cock throbbing in excruciating pain from sudden abandonment. I was on the verge of protesting through the flurry of insanity when sweet relief flooded me before I could utter a word.

Kat sheathed me with a condom and aligned the head of my dick with Aara’s entrance, swiftly pushing her best friend down onto my length until I was filling her to capacity. I hissed as her warmth enveloped me at the same moment she sat up and threw her head back, adjusting to the unexpected intrusion.

“Holy shit, you're a big boy,” she moaned, rolling her hips slowly, her pussy clamping around me like a vise.

“That he is,” Kat snickered, and when I peeked around Aara, I caught her at the end of the bed thoroughly enjoying the view, her fingers leisurely working her cunt.

Aara glanced over her shoulder, too, and giggled. “You filthy fucking bitch.”

“Guilty. Now, hurry up and come. I want a turn too.”

That makes two of us, pretty girl.

Steady at first, I began pumping my hips, meeting Aara thrust for thrust like we’d done this a million times before. The harder she ground into me, the harder I drove into her, my hands drawn to her tits. Hers were big, and much like Kat’s were also so soft and round.

I needed them in my mouth.

But I also wanted Kat’s ass.

I needed and wanted everything, everything like the greedy motherfucker I was because it was at my disposal. They’d come onto me. I hadn’t done a thing. And they were the perfect combination, sexy and lethal in all the best ways possible. Say it with me…fucking heaven.

“Slap her ass,” Kat panted, breaking me from my sudden daze. “She likes it.”

Oh, does she?

Aara nodded as though she’d heard my thoughts and a second later, I slapped it. Hard.

Kat was right. She fucking liked it. This sexy little laugh-moan left her and I almost busted right there. It was right about then I realized if she didn’t come soon, Kat would miss out. That obviously was not fucking happening.

With another slap to her ass, I went off like a jackhammer, plowing into her without reserve, a hand in her hair, one arm wound around her waist. Through the blur of my ministrations, I knew I was getting closer, or really, she was getting closer. Every time her cunt squeezed me told me so. So I kept at it, sucking a nipple here, slapping her ass there, until finally she fell apart, her forehead falling to my shoulder as I throttled her through the wave of her orgasm. She shuddered in my grasp like a wind-up toy that’d been released, a string of expletives tangled with moans filling the air.

As soon as she settled, I had her on her back, pulling out swiftly thereafter. I was harder than a fucking rock and the need for release was making me crazed, but I needed Kat to come first.

“Ready, pretty girl,” I panted at her, and she smirked, crawling over to me.

“Been ready. Tell me where you want me.”

“Get on top of her, on her your knees.”

She slithered right into position beautifully, and God damn was that ever a gorgeous fucking image. I took one good look at it, cataloging it to memory for a rainy day, and slid right into her from behind, relishing the feel of her pussy wrapped around me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She was so warm and wet, and different. And her ass, her ass was finally right there, begging me to give it a good smack. I did, and like her best friend, she let out gratified moan, urging me to fuck her harder. I couldn’t help it if I tried. She and Aara were up to something, too, something I couldn’t see with Kat’s dark tresses spilled over them like a veil, but I could hear them. And it was a soundtrack that rushed all my blood to dick more acutely than before.

“Pound her, Jag, she can take it,” Aara encouraged, and it was only then I could see she had her hand clasped around Kat’s throat.

Talk about a team fucking effort.

Literally.

And I was about to seal the deal. Blanketing her back with my front, I snaked a hand between her legs and brought my fingers to her clit, rubbing frenzied circles that left her breathless in seconds, me right along with her, my head tossed back with a ragged groan as I came harder than I had in a long time.

This is what wet dreams were fucking made of.