This chapter includes sex with more than one partner (foursome.) If that isn't your cup of tea, feel free to skip the entire chapter. No important details about the plot would be missed<3

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Green, yellow and red.

Those are the three basic words chosen to check in now and then with each other.

Sarah pouts against my lips when the limo comes to a halt in front of Hotel Affair. Harry had rung someone on his phone, probably a main hotel staff to have a particular room at the hotel ready. It's because of the large bed which I'm sure would come in handy.

Somehow, we managed to keep our hands off each other for a moment to talk about boundaries and protection. We talked about what was on the table and not, sharing that we were all clean but if protection was needed, which it wasn't, they didn't mind stopping on the way there.

Sarah lured me into the spot between both men after devouring shots from the small liquor bottle Harry had and after I'd used those makeup wipes. The hem of her dress retracts further up her thighs now that she's sitting and it, of course, exposes more of her soft, milky skin. Zero complaints there.

When we kissed, it was tantalizingly slow since there was no need for a rush. My lips almost melt against hers and I didn't mind spending a while memorizing the softness, their shape of them and the taste of her. Slowly, my tongue inched forward to slide between her teeth, meeting hers.

Now, we're entering Hotel Affair, steering clear of the grand room where the party was held though Harry was informed that everyone had left already. As perfect as the timing can be, the empty elevator doors part without having to wait too long.

Harry drags me to the end at the back, leaning against the wall of it while Sarah and Mitch clung together, whispering to each other at the front.

There's a mixture of excitement and nervousness but Mitch and Sarah make us feel so safe that my mind remains at ease, with assistance from the alcohol, of course.

Harry's hand slips around the side of my neck, thumb tipping my chin up to connect our gaze. "This doesn't change anything, you and-" I begin to speak.

"I know you're mine. They know it too. I'm not worried about anything," his voice is assuring as we're completely submerged in each other. My hand that was on his shoulder lowered until I could feel the steady beating of his heart, right below my palm. The buttons of his shirt were undone a while ago, revealing his tempting skin. "This beats for you."

A second after, I hide my face in his neck in a hug, frightened of the emotions displayed on my face since the alcohol makes attempting to hide it useless. "I'm yours, Harry. I'm so far gone that nothing can change that," I speak, managing to keep those surfacing thoughts heavy enough to keep them at bay.

His arm around me tightened at my words. "You're okay with this, right? You'll tell me if you want to leave. Don't overthink it alright, Rin? If you have one thought of not wanting to be here anymore, you tell me."

The need to cut him off surfaced in my mind though I instead heard what he had to say, smiling as I did. "Yes, Harry," I answered assuringly and observed as the furrow between his eyebrows disappeared and a sneaky smirk appeared.

"Good girl."

"That and everything else applies to the both of us, not just me," I muster the most serious that I could be as of right now but it's not entirely easy. "Yes, yes I know babe," he agrees.

The elevator doors opened then, having wonderful timing for the second time tonight. Sarah looks at me over her shoulder with excited eyes and she lets go of Mitch's hand to take my own. Harry takes the lead since he knew our destination.

Mitch held out his hand, observing Sarah and me. Harry stares back and forth at his face and his awaiting hand. "Don't get ahead of yourself, buddy," he scoffs playfully. Mitch continues the act by pouting excessively and Harry's eyes roll. Giving in, he throws his hand across Mitch's shoulder.

He takes us to the last door in the wide, decorated hallway. He swipes his thumb across the scanner and the door unlocks.

Stumbling inside the hotel room, Sarah, who wore Mitch's blazer over her dress grips both ends of it and slides it off easily. She hangs it on the coat hanger and follows Mitch deeper into the hotel room.

Harry kneels on one knee and my hand falls to his shoulder to remain steady. His hand wraps around my ankle dedicatedly and he places my foot on his thigh for him to take off my heels. Standing, he kicks off his own and by then Sarah and Mitch's sat messily next to ours. Harry huffs and fixes them neatly.

The immediate door to the right leads to a bathroom, a little further ahead to the left is a kitchen and even further is a living room then glass windows and glass doors that lead onto the balcony for a stunning view of the city below. To the left of all that is the door that Harry unlocks.

Walking in, the black marble flooring transforms into soft carpet across the entire bedroom. The walls were painted a beige colour with cold details and grey curtains hanging to conceal the windows. Soft, low lighting fills the room which could get brighter or even darker by rotating the switch.

A large bed occupies most of it. White sheets cover the mattress neatly, and over it folded nicely is a maroon duvet. On the nightstands at either side of the bed sit identical lamps and a few magazines. Opposite the bed is a single sofa chair.

The other parts of the sofa set are placed in the other half of the room, where a TV is against a wall, with a low table between them. There's a door, I suppose leads to the usually connected bathroom and another is wider and larger closet doors.

Now standing near the bed, Harry and Sarah at the foot end and Mitch and I at the side. "Sit down, Harry. She's ours now," Sarah teases with flirtatious yet serious eyes.

Harry doesn't sit at all. My head tilts to the side as I stare at him through a tilted lens. His eyes are trained on me as I stepped closer until my lips brushed the lobe of his neck while on my tippy toes.

"Be good for me," I whispered, as I drift back my lips brush below his ear and I leave a soft kiss there. I was so close to note that his chest froze, breathing momentarily pausing. Just like that, Harry is compliant and he lowers into the chair.

"Hm, let's see," Sarah walks around the hotel room, eyes absorbing everything though she seems to be in search of something. "Perfect," her sweet voice sings, snatching something from near the concealed large windows and she spins around with a wicked smile.

Two curtain ties.

I stare at those, then at the armrests of the chair that Harry currently sits in. "You're brilliant, baby," Mitch comments, spreading a grin on his face.

"You're okay with this, Harry?" Sarah wonders, dangling the long strip of fabric. "Of course, I am," his response soon follows.

While Sarah ties his wrists to the arms of the chair, Mitch locates the music player across the room. It was on one of those stands that frame the TV. His phone is retrieved from his pocket and connected with the player.

After a few seconds of tapping around the screen, low music fills the room to provide some background noise.

Making his way back to us, they both stand behind me as I stand in front of Harry. His tall frame fills the entire singular sofa. Head tipped back just a fraction, tongue peaking out to wet his bottom lip as his gaze drank me in for the millionth time for tonight.

There's weight in his eyes as they pin to me. I felt his stare everywhere, bursting over my skin and cascading down until the heat consumed me whole. Mitch stands behind me, I felt the brush of his hand over the soft material of my dress.

My chest rose at the small intake of breath, freezing as his fingertips pressed down on the zipper, starting to slowly tug it down.

"Does he know what colour you wear underneath, Esrin?" Mitch wonders, his gravel filled voice rids the silence and merely slices the tension. I shake my head, denying and he smirks wickedly as my answer feeds into his plan. "H, guess what colour she wears and if you're correct, I'm sure my darling can reconsider you touching your girl," he proposes.

Harry hums, eyeing my face cryptically before dipping over my dress with calculation. There's a mixture of assurance and hesitance as he answers," Red."

My breath catches in my throat, realizing he's somewhat right and my teeth bite the corner of my lips, his green gaze catching the act. The set I chose was pure white and scattered around are small, red hearts. Delicate, soft lace only acquired in expensive stores, I had imagined Harry admiring them before he took it off my body.

There's a pout on Sarah's face with a wicked glimmer caught in her eyes. "Should've been more specific," her tongue clicks. Her touch remains gentle while she tugs the dress off my body. The frame of his face sharpens as he clenches his jaw. The dress is the first to start the litter of clothes on the floor.

"You're a beauty in them, honestly," Mitch comments, greedy eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. The breath hitches in my throat again, desperate to keep my nerves at bay and all that was needed was to find Harry's reassuring eyes.

Points of Sarah's polished almond-shaped nails drift across the soft fabric of the straps sitting above my hips. "They're in the way, don't you think?" Sarah adds, inquisitive eyes peering at me. Then, her attention falls to the darkened lines on my septum.

"Is that..." she gasps, fingers tracing over the 'H.S.' It's healed, now a permanent scar on my skin. "You sick fucker," she looks at Harry, shaking her head with a grin. "Do you have one to match?" Mitch wonders and I answer," Of course, he does."

Abandoning the previous idea, Sarah spins around and places a knee on the bed. The other follows and Her ass sways seductively as she crawls onto the bed. Stopping near the top, she sits with her long legs crossed across the other, leaning back on her arms. The end of her dress sits at the top of her thighs.

I went to her, not stopping until I was as physically close as possible with both hands on her shoulder, knees sinking into the mattress at either side of her and my back arched in so our chests could touch.

My fingers slide through the brown thickness of her hair, tugging her head back and then my lips claim hers. Complaint as ever, they part automatically and my tongue is pleased with the lack of invitation.

"That might just be the hottest thing I have ever seen," Mitch says, sounding breathless somewhere at the side of us. The bed dips beside us and her lips fall off mine, starting a line of wet open mouth kisses down a column of my neck. He joins us shirtless, the article hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Let's see how wet you are," Mitch speaks, eyes dark with want. I fall onto the bed, slowly parting my legs, directly in front of Harry with them at either of my sides. My head tips up, staring at him and Mitch takes it as an invitation, lips attaching to the side of my neck. "Look how soaked that lace is. Bet she's fucking glistening."

"Do you see something you want, Harry?" Sarah wonders with a curiously tilted head. Harry groans in response, tugging at the restraints around his wrists, eyes stuck on me.

"Because I for one, definitely do," Mitch answers the question instead. "I don't know which of her lips would feel softer," Sarah whispers and I feel them hit my shoulder while her hand reached further up my thigh.

"Maybe you should find out," my voice is strong in suggestion, desperation growing. Like a child given candy, Sarah eagerly meets both ends of the lace covering my core. Cool air hits me when I'm revealed to her.

"So pretty. So wet like this," she says, teeth sinking into her bottom lip and she struggles to take her eyes off me.

My head rolls back against the pillow, Mitch's lips connecting to my skin once more. Thankfully, I didn't suffer for much longer as her fingers dipped between.

"She feels so perfect," Sarah hums, spreading the wetness around, spending time, which I'm thankful for, drawing attention to my clit that's been starving for touch.

She inserts a finger and my mouth rounds. "She feels amazing, Harry," Sarah speaks, as she slowly withdraws her finger knuckle by knuckle. It's a maddeningly slow pace. "Add another," Harry doesn't use a commanding voice yet Sarah obeys, stretching me wider with a second finger.

Sarah slides out, fingers glossed, wet, dripping down her entire palm. She's about to bring her fingers to her lips when Mitch catches her wrist," Nuh-uh, sharing is caring." One finger slips into his mouth, and the last thing I see before his lips close around her finger is his tongue curling around it. He moans, tipping his head back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

At Mitch's reaction, Sarah turns impatient and brings her fingers to her lips. They might just drive me mad, as simple as that. Harry's gaze is intense on us, jaw straining so much it has to be painful. He's being good though seeing as the chair remains in one piece.

Her fingers return, sliding in and they feel so delicate, sliding in and out. "Take her underwear off," Harry orders and my eyes darted to him," as you said, they're a bit in the way, don't you think?"

Sarah gently pushes the strap over the curve of my hips, down my thighs and once past my knees, the fabric is kicked off the bed and abandoned on the floor.

"Much better. Look how pretty," Harry murmurs, tipping his head back. "Fuck, she really is," Mitch groans. "Slap her clit," Harry states his other command. "Oh?" Mitch muses and Sarah tugs my legs open wider so he could deliver the slap over my clit and his palm is slick and wet after.

Curse words tumbled off my lips, shutting my eyes tight at the prickles of the pleasurable plain. Mitch groans, unable to watch much longer. "I need to feel you around me," his voice hits my skin, along with his shuddery breath and impatient hands rubbing over himself," would you let me?"

My lips are in a pout when her fingers slide out and instead slip into her mouth for a taste again. "That is, if she's okay with your jewellery," Sarah inputs, a corner of her full lips tugging upwards.

"Jewellery," the word is a ghost of a whisper on my tongue, my brain working to gather what he meant and my eyes lowered to Mitch's clothed dick behind the dress pants he still wears. "Oh," I say, finally realising. At my reaction, Sarah giggles," She's so cute."

She crawls over to Mitch, hands working fast to undo his pants and rolling down his boxers with them until they both slip off the edge of the bed. Mitch sighs in relief, no longer confined beneath his clothes and his hard, long cock is free against his stomach.

At this point, I'm shamelessly staring but he doesn't seem to mind. It's a horizontal piercing across his tip, a silver barbell secured in place. Oh. That's very interesting.

"Have you ever been with someone that has a dick piercing?" He questions, I shake my head denying," No."

"It feels fucking amazing," Sarah claims. "Maybe you could try it out and give a recommendation to that guy over there," her head nods to the side where Harry sits.

I look at Harry, reading him before turning back. "Okay," excitement building low in my stomach. I turn to Sarah, giving her an insisting look," But I want to taste you." Her lit-up eyes scream yes but then her head shakes," Doll, I'd love that but this is about you."

"Give her what she wants," Harry speaks from where he watches us, with no choice but to do so. Poor him. I'm having all the fun and he has to watch me. "Okay, don't have to convince me much longer," she giggles, bringing her lips to mine. I sigh against them, happy for a reminder of how good they feel.

One hand, slow as ever, I tug on one end of the string tied into a bow on her shoulder and it falls apart. Her dress is a tight fit, it barely does anything but reveal more of the expanse of smooth skin connecting her chest and shoulder. I repeat the same thing to the other shoulder, this time with my lips kissing the revealed skin on the opposite side.

My hand creeps up her thighs, starting from her knees. Especially, I enjoy the gasp that falls off her round lips when they dip to her inner thigh, nearing closer and closer to her core. Two pairs of heated eyes track over every movement, Mitch and Harry's.

"Fuck, she's such a teaser," she curses when my thumb brushes over her heated centre eventually yet quite not as much as she wanted. "Careful, I might just do it more," my voice low and sweet.

"No," Sarah whines, grabbing me when my face pulls off her skin. Her eyes flick to my lips, studying them for a second before reconnecting them with my eyes. "Put those lips to use while Mitch fucks you," she asserts.

"If you insist."

Eventually, her dress bunches up at her waist or even further, too impatient to take it off, her underwear gone being enough. Mitch fixes me into position, my body complying with his hands. Propped onto my elbows, stomach deep onto the bed and ass arched into the air. All while I lay between Sarah's spread wide legs, her on her back.

His hand drifts up my back, two fingers sliding under the band of my bra and effortlessly, he unbuckles them within a second. It loosens around me, I drag the straps down my arms and throw them at Harry with a little smirk, knowing he's been trying to master the act Mitch just did.

I don't wait to see his reaction, my attention returning to Sarah. I hear her sharp intake of air when I blow a cold breath over her. My tongue slides up her slit, tasting more of her as I do until I point the tip of my tongue and circle over her clit.

"Oh, fuck," her head rolls back, sinking into the pillow. Don't get coy, Rin.

My cheeks were against the front of his thighs, his hard cock nestled between my cheeks. Goosebumps spread along my skin, feeling the barbell. "Gonna teach him how to fuck me, Harry?" I teased, mouth wet from Sarah. She whines when I take my mouth off her. Harry's eyes narrowed at me before flicking down my body to where Mitch is pressed against me.

"He can try all he wants but he'll never fuck you as good as I can," Harry spits and well, I can't disagree with that. Sarah takes my focus now, I take an arm off the bed, circling her opening before my fingers dip inside and she gasps softly. Inside her is heavenly, really.

"Yeah?" Mitch mocks, he's aware of it but playing with Harry is more fun. Just then, he slides in with ease, the coldness of the metal travelling. "Oh," Mitch and I moaned at the same time, my face against Sarah's pussy and she squirms from the vibrations.

"Damn it!" Harry shouts, regathering my attention as I grow familiar with the feeling of Mitch inside me. He's fidgeting around in the chair with his legs moving in an attempt to relieve his aching dick. "What's your colour, Harry?" I gathered myself enough to ask. "Green, it's green but I want you," he groans.

"Too bad. This pussy is all mine," Mitch teases and Harry tugs at the curtain ties again. "She takes him so well," Sarah watches from where she lays since there's a gap from my hips to the bed.

Mitch as he rolls his hip in another slow thrust. The piercing is definitely different, it emphasizes how deep he reaches and somehow, it heightens the pleasure too.

"Faster," she whispers, voice slightly muffled and it's a command that we both follow. I get back to work on her, swivelling my tongue around her swollen clit with her juices collecting on my tongue.

Pulling my head back, clit tugging between my teeth. "Does that feel okay?" I ask her, drawing circles over her with my tongue. "Yes," she sighs a satisfied sound and I dart my eyes up, observing the high rise and a deep fall of her chest.

I repeat it again and again whilst my fingers slide into her again. Curling them, they work faster and deeper, listening to the gradual increase of her breathing as I do.

Soon after I find that spot that makes her frantic and she finds a gentle grip on my hair, even holding it back for me though it's a lot of curls. The heavenly sounds leaving her spurs me on deeper and deeper.

It's a challenge to keep up, not lose the high I've been building while Mitch fucks me. Especially with the piercing, they weren't lying about the added pleasure. Yet, somehow I manage it. The priority was for Sarah to fall apart with me between her thighs.

Tongue flicks faster and faster, easy to read her body with the reactions she grants me. "I'm obsessed with how good you taste, Sarah," I murmured against her, pulling away for a short moment," So, so good."

My free hand slide up, tugging her dress down enough to free her breasts, toying with her nipples as I cupped them in my palm, pinching and tugging the bud.

"She's gonna come, keep at that," Mitch says from behind. A hand flies to her hip to remain steady because, with each thrust from behind, he jolts my body forward.

Her thighs begin to tremble. Truth to his words, Sarah comes around my fingers and on my tongue merely two seconds later and I greedily take all of it. Her walls tightened so much, I can barely move my fingers as easily as before but I still do through her orgasm until she pushes away my hand.

Greedily, I bring them to my face, lips wrapping around my fingers and I sigh pleasantly at the taste of her.

"Damn it, Esrin. You're good," Sarah is panting. I look up at her and she appears almost feral, skin buzzing and my hand runs down her thigh soothingly. My reply is taken off my lips and replaced by a moan, the culprit being Mitch.

Harry is still shifting around in the chair, unthankful for the lack of friction he's given. "Want me to take care of that?" The question is directed towards me though her eyes are glued to his tented crotch area. "Yeah," I say with a nod," He's been good."

Sarah tugs the dress off her body entirely, leaving it there and slides off the bed. She goes to him without having to stand up, crawling on the soft ground although I imagined they burnt her knees, she doesn't show it.

First, she undoes his hands from the armrests, the curtain ties abandoned at the feet of the chair. His wrists are reddened though he doesn't pay mind to them.

Both of their hands are busy undoing the buttons that keep his silk shirt together. Next, the drag of each tooth down his zipper follows and then his trousers and boxers roll down enough to expose the tiger on his thigh.

"Fuck," Harry muttered once he was free. The dim light filling the room doesn't stop me from noticing the beads of precum sitting along his slit and my mouth watered at the sight. Just then, Mitch fucks into me at a punishing pace, I swear it disorientates my vision.

My eyes fluttered shut and Mitch tightens his grip on my waist. "Don't stop looking," he grunts and I fight it, screwing my eyes shut. "Slap her," Harry's order delivers to Mitch and next, his hard palm collided with my ass cheek. I didn't need to see it to know how red my skin had gotten.

"Don't stop looking or else you won't be coming," Mitch's threat has me obeying. He's the one that taught Harry all of his ways, after all.

Harry hisses as Sarah swallows him whole, her fingernails sinking into the sides of the chair. Liquid jealousy rolls down, sparking from my chest down to a pool in my stomach. His head rolls back on the top of the backrest, beautiful eyelashes fluttering shut.

"Her mouth feels amazing, Rin," Harry mutters almost breathlessly. I make a sound, one that I didn't know it was possible for me to make and my eyes transitioned into glares. Not by much a corner of his angel lips lifted," How do you like watching now?"

I groaned and he gives Sarah his undivided attention. One hand remained on the chair and the other slipped through her hair. Sarah repeats it and Harry holds her there for a second and she takes it all, throat squeezing around him.

He releases his tight grip on her brown hair, allowing her to surface. She parts for air only for a split second before throating him again, bobbing with hollowed cheeks.

My eyes screwed shut, head falling between my shoulders. "Look at her," his hand sweeps down the middle of my back until fingers slide through my hair. With an easy yank, Mitch holds my head up by my hair. "Look at her sucking what's yours." My toes curl with want, I can practically feel the taste of him on my tongue.

His hips retract and then push forward, sinking deeper inside me so that it steals my breath away. Every time he rocks into me from then on, it's relentlessly hard. Harry's eyes lower to the sway of my breasts with each thrust, tongue peaking out to wet his suddenly dry wet lips, doused in pleasure Sarah supplies him with.

Mitch's voice is filled with desire as his filthy words only tumble me closer to the upcoming edge. My own hips push back to meet his thrusts as our skin slaps, filling the air with our moans. I can feel it, the orgasm built strong, the desire already pent up inside.

He curses wildly, a glorious sensation sparkling the harder he fucks me. His head, the barbell that's pierced horizontally across it, hits over and over all the perfect places.

It's fast and hard without abandon. My mind starts to spin, the ropes slipping from my grasp.

"Come all over his cock, Rin. Let him feel what I feel," Harry's voice is a sultry murmur, where he stares with his head tilted back at me through half-lidded eyes.

Every muscle in our bodies tenses, the orgasm taking us both by surprise. My walls clamp tight around him as I come in shudders, feeling as he fills me up with spurts of his come.

"Good girl," he smiles, pleased and then his eyes lowered to Sarah," such a good girl."

Mitch's grip on my hips loosened only a fraction while his hips moved in and out until the sensitivity grew and he slid out for the last time, though still hard. My body sunk into the ruffled sheets below us, compelled by Sarah and Harry.

"Stop," Mitch orders.

A quiet moan slips off Harry's lips as Sarah sucks his head one final time before dragging her lips entirely off him, much to his dismay. "On the bed, we're not over yet," he states. She moves back, Harry holds out a hand for her to take as help in standing.

Harry gets off the chair in his tall glory. Along with taking off his shirt, he shoved down his trousers and underwear, revealing more expanse of his delicious skin until they dropped to his ankles and he kicked them off to the side.

Somehow, at no point in time did any of us appear confused since our bodies were steady in control. Harry lays down on the bed on his back, his head almost meets the end though his body remains laying in the middle. Being so close to him again ignites a flame within me.

"Another man's come dripping down your legs, what a naughty girl," he hums, grinning wickedly. His hand shoved through my hair at the back of my head, yanking me closer enough for a hungry kiss, lips already parting for our tongues to meet.

"Ride me," he whispers, grabbing my thigh and throwing it across his leg so that I was straddling his thighs. My eyes lowered to the tiger tattooed on his thigh, and a corner of my lips tugged at the idea of riding the tiger instead. One day.

Mitch slid off the mattress until he stood over Harry's head outside of the bed. "Ever sat on his face?" Sarah draws my attention as she creeps onto the bed, closer to Harry.

Her question results in my eyes widening, and lips parting and my reaction supplies her with an answer. One leg is thrown over Harry, trapping his face between her thighs though she remains on her knees. Her back towards me, front facing Mitch.

Harry smirks at me, deviously with his hand wrapped around her upper thighs. The last thing I see is that dirty look dancing in his green gaze before she lowers onto his lower face. Her body shudders and rolls as Harry tugs her down over his mouth and ravishes her.

From where Mitch stands, his cock now lines up perfectly with Sarah's face. "Come on, darling. Give me your mouth," Mitch mutters, holding her face at the top of her neck and below her jaw.

He yanks her closer until her swollen lips are aligned with his dick. Mitch gives himself a few tugs while fantasizing with his gaze pinned on her wet, swollen lips.

Her jaw falls loose, welcoming him into her mouth and as she takes each added inch past her lips, I equally sink on Harry, still with come dripping out of me.

And- oh, fuck.

My mouth rounds at the blissful feeling of having him this way again. Stretched wide and so deep. Harry fills me up in a way that only he can, our bodies are made for each other.

His hips jolt off the bed, I'm unable to tell if it was accidental or not but my spine caves inward, withdrawing a loud moan and my hand slams down on his abs to keep myself steady.

Afterwards, my pace skyrockets. I lift off him and sink again, again and again.

I become completely transfixed. The movement of his jaw, the soothing slide of his hands against her thighs or the burry of his fingers into the soft flesh. The sounds he makes into her as my nails scraped down his abs.

"Oh, f-" The moan tumbles off my lips after discovering the perfect angle that sparks pleasure from my clit. One hand used on Sarah, the other sliding up my thigh and further until he cups my breasts, thumb grazing over the hardened peak of my nipples before squeezing it between his fingers.

I roll and grind, fucking myself on him, taking every single bit of what I craved, feeling so damn full as I do. The sounds of Sarah choking and gagging on Mitch's cock fill the room, accompanying my panting and soft whimpers.

"Come here," Mitch bites out with gravel in his throat and an arm swings around Sarah's waist, fingers sinking into her skin in a grip enough to pull her off Harry. He walks across the bed, for the empty space. Harry's face is wet and red, his lips swollen and his eyes holding sparkles like stars.

"I wonder who did a better job eating her out," he questions as I continue to grind against him. "I managed to make her come, didn't I?" I teased and his eyes rolled, letting out a playful scoff.

Just as Mitch throws Sarah on the bed, Harry's hand slips up my thighs and tightens on my hips. The air vanishes from my throat as my back hits the mattress. He'd slide out of me for a second or two and my walls clenched for him, missing the feeling.

We're yanked to the edge of the bed, one leg was thrown over a shoulder and the other down the bed, toes brushing the floor- Sarah in the same position. Harry and I occupy the bottom end of the bed and Mitch and Sarah at the right side, close enough that I can touch her if my hand stretches.

Harry's arm is wrapped around my leg, keeping it to him as he fucks into me, not easing into it when he slides in deep again. He's got the leverage of standing, body angled perfectly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sarah chants, stealing the vocabulary off my lips as Mitch slides in her until she was buried to the hilt.

A soft cry of pleasure slips off my lips, my entire body in surrender for him. My heart thrashes in my chest against my ribs, the only way I know that they're working but I can't say the same for my lungs.

They're both merciless, so much so that the short bed frame hits the wall. Every nerve of mine felt as if it was in flames. He denies me sanity. In fact, it all was so overwhelming that I already feel insane.

"Harry," it's a whine, my head rolls back with my eyes, unable to withstand it. It feels so good, almost too good. "Fucking take it till I'm done," he spits out, if anything intensifying his thrusts. He has me writhing on the bed, disconnecting to the face of reality and regulating my breathing wasn't important, long forgotten.

"Killing me with the sounds coming off your lips, babe," his face scrunches tight, a sign of overwhelming bliss. Actually, I wasn't aware of the sounds I was making.

I become so lost in him, how well he knows my body and exactly how to drive me wild. He's really such a stunning yet sinful sight, especially like this. Hair fell over his forehead, not bothering to push it back. A layer of sweat coated his golden skin, glistening beautifully.

Drips at the side of his forehead and rolling down his neck, I didn't mind catching the drop. The veins in his arms bulge as he holds onto my hips, abs flexing with every motion.

"H, look at our girls," my head turns, breaking my gaze with Harry to stare at Mitch and Sarah. She looks just about how I feel and Mitch wears a look on his face while watching her unfold that tells me he's loving every inch of it.

"We're lucky bastards, aren't we?" As Harry says that, he changes the angle of his hips whilst delivering his next thrust. "Oh God, Oh God," my back arches off the bed, hands frantically moving to hold onto something.

I wrap my hands around his biceps, nails sinking into the inked canvas. He's so on display for me, naked. I'll never not touch him.

"God?" Harry repeats the word with a questioning tone. "Harry," I corrected myself. "Yeah, that's right," he commends.

His tongue moves inside his mouth. His hand holding my face shifts so his thumb glides along my bottom lip. My chin tilts up, always greedy for his touch and then this thumb tugs at my bottom lip.

"Open," the simple word helps register his intentions and eagerly, my lips parted. His hand drifts down so he holds my chin instead, tilting my head up.

Harry spits in my mouth, eyes darkening as I moaned when he does. "Swallow," he commands as if I wasn't already going to. When I do, he says those two words with that signature grin that drives me insane," good girl."

An aggressive kiss follows, one that makes my lips raw and bruised, filled with biting and sucking.

"Do you think they deserve it, Harry?" Mitch wonders, forcing our lips apart and I gasp for air, Harry straightening his back from arching down for me. His tone is almost teasing while at the same time taunting the orgasm I needed. At the side of my eye, I see his hand wrapped around Sarah's throat.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry nods, peering down at the messy state I am in right now," our good girls." Harry flicks his eyes at me again, and I connect our gaze.

"Open again," Harry commanded and this time, he shoved two fingers into my mouth. My lips wrap around them, giving them a suck though his intentions are only to get them wet. Pulling them out, he places his fingers on my clit.

The attention of his cock and fingers working at my clit sets my senses aflame. The dial was cranked up to the highest, barely registering anything.

"Ready, H?" Mitch is panting, sounding as if he's holding back, sounding as I feel. My hand leaves Harry, tapping to my side, up and Sarah does the same, our fingers interlocking in a tight hold. I didn't think it would have been possible for four people to orgasm at the same time; however, I can tell that's where we're heading.

"Yeah," Harry answers, no doubt feeling that I couldn't last much longer. "Let go, baby, come with me," He speaks and the strength withholding it breaks free. Pleasure racks through him, shown vividly on his face as he coats my walls. A blissful orgasm erupts throughout my body, flooding over every single inch.

Sarah chants those three words to Mitch I love you as he crashes over her, they're almost sliding off the bed. It pains me that I'm not ready to do the same and say those words yet. Moans flow from our bitten and bruised lips, voices echoing through the bedroom, hitting all four walls.

I didn't just fall over the edge, I flew off it. Into the sea of pleasure, engulfed by the tingles erupting through my body. Wave after wave of blissful pleasure, I simply take it all.

Knowing me well, Harry halts just at the brink before the sensitivity grew too much. He holds me to him, I could barely feel his touch, only the fireworks they fire on my skin, and fix us properly on the bed.

He cradled me to his chest, whispering words of sweetness and praises while the waves we take together simmer. He's so perfect. I'll never be able to tell him just how perfect he really and truly is. 

"Fuck." That was from Mitch, followed by a laugh as we all attempt to comprehend what just happened. "Fuck indeed," is all I say, feeling the buzzing simmering whilst my eyes are hypnotized by Harry. Dimpled cheeks, bitten lips, wild curls and flushed skin. So beautiful.

"Harry, we may have a problem," Sarah speaks and Harry hums, waiting for her to carry on. She turns onto her stomach, propped on Mitch so she'd see us or more actually that Harry could see the grin on her face. "I might like Esrin in bed more than I do you."

"Oh, fuck off," he scoffs before continuing, shaking his head and his hands on me tightened," but you're right."

"Shame we didn't have any toys," Sarah sighs, flipping onto her back again to snuggle into Mitch's side. "See, next time..." Mitch hints.

"We'll see what happens," I say and Harry nods, pleased. The topic naturally ends there, four of us satisfied. "On a serious note though, was anyone not okay during any part?" Harry checks, looking over at them. I'd try to do the same but my body still feels like a sack of bones.

"Everything was perfect, H. Zero complaints," Mitch assured him. "Out of this world," Sarah adds, sounding as if she's about to doze off.

Eventually, Mitch drags Sarah off the bed before her tiredness causes her to slip into slumber. We dirty a few hand towels to clean ourselves off and dispose of them in a laundry basket then they take the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

Harry grabs two large towels, and some clothes off the floor and heads for the smaller bathroom outside. He insists on carrying me the way there so of course, I hadn't complained, wrapping my tired limbs around him and snuggling into his sweaty skin.

"How was that?" He wondered from where I sat on the tiled bathroom vanity, him standing between my thighs. He brushes the messy curls away from my face while the water ran to gather the likeable temperature. "Was everything okay?"

"Yes, thank you for doing that with me," I answered, nudging my nose with his before delightfully kissing those angel lips. "Thank you, my darling," his whispers hit my lips. I love kissing him.

Eventually, we shuffled into the small bathroom before the water got cold. The water paired with the gentle, soothing hands of Harry feels good on my skin. He's got a silly smile on his face, bracketed by his dimples whilst washing my skin, claiming that this part is one of his favourite things to do.

Harry knew the drill, he handed over the loofah and soap, both brand new, once I was done and then, it was his turn. I lather him up, enjoying the way the soapy foam covers up his tattoos, the ridges of his muscles until it's washed away.

A band of redness wraps around both of his wrists from tugging at the curtain ties that were around them. I brought both hands to my lips, kissing his inner wrists.

"My special girl," Harry whispers with a type of softness that blooms heat across my chest. I hum in approval, tilting my head. Before the water is turned off, Harry leaves a kiss on my right cheek, my forehead and lastly, my left cheek.

Finishing in the shower, I slide my underwear up my thighs and arms through Harry's silk shirt while he remains in his boxers. We brush our teeth using the supplies left for guests in the hotel room.

When we returned to the room, those two weren't out of the shower yet so Harry stripped the sheet off the mattress, threw it into the laundry basket and replaced it with clean sheets and blankets from the cupboard.

He'll never let me do it as he's the only one capable of perfectly making up a bed. I grab our remaining clothes off the floor and fold them on the chair.

Mitch and Sarah return from the steamy bathroom, Sarah's underwear peeking from under Mitch's shirt she has buttoned up all the way, Mitch in his boxers with a silk robe loosely tied together over it.

"You two okay?" his eyebrow is arched, dark eyes flicking back and forth between Harry and me. "Peachy," Harry answers and at the same time, he squeezes a handful of my ass cheek.

"I'm so tired," Sarah groans and impatiently waits for Mitch to get comfy in one half of the bed just so she could curl the majority of herself on top of him.

I slide into bed, taking the outer end. Harry flicks off the lights and joins us, crawling under the blanket. With tired eyes, his smile still beams on his face. He pulls me into his chest, being the bigger spoon.

My eyes danced across the room in which darkness fills it now but the walls encasing the rooms are a soft beige colour.

"The room isn't yellow," I hazily whisper, slipping into a sleep from the level of exhaustion. Harry's chest rumbles in agreement.

"I have you, you're my yellow."

Thoughts, my darlings?

Thank you for being so patient with me<3 My little break continues so the next one will take some time as well. After, I'll be all yours with frequent updates.

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