ROYA
We somehow managed to pack our stuff in the morning and finished any remaining tasks. Dave, Denver and Jordan joined in around 5pm. Since we were going home, Anna, Ian, Jordan and I had just our carry on suitcases with the basic stuff while Dave and Denver had a bigger suitcase each along with a carry on.
I made a lasagna with the remaining groceries and handed it to Robert before we headed to the airport. Our flight was at 9 and we currently had half an hour to spare before boarding started.
"I'm going to the washroom," I state, getting up and heading towards the washrooms that were at least 200 meters away.
As soon as I was about to turn left into the side with the stick figure of a women outside it, I was grabbed by the waist and pushed into the handicapped restroom that was right in the middle of both the genders. I was about to punch the fucker in the face when I turned around but stopped myself when I saw a smirking Jordan locking the door and an amused Denver with his arms around me.
"You idiots," I whisper yell, "Someone could've seen you," I try to scold them.
Try.
"So?" Jordan scoffs as he steps forward. Denver pushes me back, making my hands shoot to the empty counter beside the low sink.
"What if someone needs to use the washroom?" I'm still whispering to them in a half furious half panicked tone.
"They can use the other one. This is an airport Roya," Denver deadpans.
"And others?" We three being away for long should be suspicious.
"Shut up and let us fuck you Roya," Jordan steps next to Denver smashing his lips on mine. My right hand reaches up on instinct and holds his shoulder.
Denver gives Jordan space and starts unbuckling his jeans. Working on my shorts next.
My bottoms fall to my ankles and my panties follow, before I can breathe for air in between, Denver adds two fingers and spreads the juices all over my already wet pussy.
"You're all talk Roya," Denver lowly states, "finding reasons to get away from us but still so wet," he enters the two fingers in me and I moan into the kiss.
Jordan holds the side of my neck and bites my lip before going down on my neck, not staying in one place for too long.
My brain starts working and my hands unbutton Jordan's jeans, taking his cock out of his boxers and rubbing my hand over his length.
Denver increases his speed but before I can even get close to my orgasm he stops.
"We don't have much time Roya," Jordan explains turning me around so all our eyes meet in the horizontally long mirror.
I feel Denver lining himself up with me just as Jordan takes my left side and puts my hand back on his cock.
He pulls me in for another kiss just as Denver enters me in one long and hard thrust. My whimpers getting lost in Jordan's mouth as my hands keep working.
The faster Denver goes, the faster my speed on Jordan gets.
Jordan is facing the other way, with his back to the mirror. So when a hand reaches down on my clit and another tugs my hair, I know exactly who it is.
A smack vibrates in the room and my kiss with Jordan breaks. My eyes meeting Denver's in the mirror, both filled with lust as he spanks me a second time.
"You're so good for us Roya," Denver tells me, pounding harder.
"She is, isn't she," Jordan kisses my shoulder not covered by the black tank top I'm wearing.
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Romance"What's stopping you from making her yours? You love her. I know you do. So what's stopping you?" I ask in genuine curiosity. Not my usual cocky tone but just me. He furrows his eyebrows and looks away like he's battling to decide if he can trust me...
