World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time-Chapter 181: First Time

Britney’s breath hitched as Charlotte’s fingers traced the line of her collarbone, her touch feather-light yet electric. Valentina moved behind her, pressing close enough that Britney could feel the heat radiating from her body through the thin fabric of her dress.

"You’re trembling," Charlotte murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Britney’s ear. "We can stop—"

"No," Britney breathed, surprising herself. Her hands found purchase on Charlotte’s waist, anchoring herself. "I just... need you to show me."

Valentina’s laugh was a dark, velvet sound as she reached around to slowly unzip Britney’s dress. The fabric slid down her shoulders with a whisper, pooling at her feet. Moonlight traced the newly exposed skin, highlighting the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

Charlotte’s gaze dropped, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Gorgeous," she breathed, her thumbs hooking under the straps of Britney’s bra.

I stepped back, content to watch as Valentina’s hands skated up Britney’s sides, her fingers deftly unhooking the clasp. The bra fell away, and Britney made a soft, vulnerable noise—half gasp, half sigh—as the night air kissed her bare skin.

Valentina didn’t give her time to overthink. She captured Britney’s mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her whimper as Charlotte’s hands closed over her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples with deliberate, teasing strokes.

Britney’s knees buckled. Valentina held her up, one arm banded around her waist while the other tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Charlotte dropped to her knees, her mouth trailing fire down Britney’s stomach.

I moved then, unable to resist any longer. My hands found Charlotte’s shoulders, urging her back just enough to replace her mouth with mine against Britney’s inner thigh. The taste of salt and sunscreen and something uniquely *her* flooded my senses. Above us, Britney’s moan fractured into a gasp as Valentina bit down on her lower lip.

Charlotte arched against me, her back pressing into my chest as she watched Valentina and Britney with heavy-lidded eyes. "Fuck," she breathed, her hips rolling unconsciously.

I nipped at her earlobe, my hands sliding down to palm her through her dress. "Patience," I murmured, grinning at her frustrated growl.

Valentina pulled back from Britney just enough to smirk at us. "Jealous?"

Charlotte didn’t answer with words. She surged forward, catching Valentina’s mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that had them both moaning. Britney swayed, dazed, until I guided her down onto the padded deck lounger.

Her legs fell open instinctively, an invitation. I didn’t hesitate.

The first lick drew a broken cry from her throat. Her fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding—just holding on as I mapped every sensitive inch of her with my tongue. Charlotte and Valentina broke apart long enough to watch, their hands roaming each other’s bodies with restless hunger.

"Look at her," Valentina purred, her thumb brushing Britney’s parted lips. "Never been eaten out like this, have you, sweetheart?"

Britney shook her head wildly, her hips lifting off the lounger when I added a finger, curling it just *so*. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed her higher, relentless.

Charlotte’s hand slid down Valentina’s stomach, disappearing between her legs with a sly grin. "Let’s see who comes first."

Valentina’s head fell back with a throaty laugh that morphed into a moan.

Britney’s back arched, her cry ringing out across the water as she shattered around my tongue.

The moment Britney’s climax subsided, she collapsed back onto the lounger, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her fingers loosened their grip in my hair, sliding down to rest on my shoulders in a silent plea for mercy.

Charlotte’s grin was predatory as she watched Valentina’s fingers work between her own thighs, matching the rhythm of my tongue against Britney’s sensitive flesh. "God, look at her," Charlotte murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "First time and she’s already coming undone."

Valentina’s breath hitched as Charlotte’s fingers joined hers, their hands moving in tandem. "Fuck—she’s not the only one," Valentina gasped, her hips jerking forward into their shared touch.

I pulled back from Britney just enough to let her recover, my lips glistening with her arousal. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and heavy-lidded, as she took in the sight of Charlotte and Valentina tangled together, their movements growing increasingly frantic.

"Told you," Charlotte purred, her free hand reaching out to trace the curve of Britney’s hip. "Everyone gets their turn."

Britney shivered at the contact, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I... I didn’t know it could feel like that," she admitted, her voice trembling.

Valentina laughed breathlessly, her head tipping back as Charlotte’s fingers curled inside her. "And we’re just getting started," she promised, her words dissolving into a moan.

I shifted my attention back to Britney, my hands sliding up her thighs to part them wider. "Ready for more?" I asked, my thumb brushing against her slick folds.

Britney’s breath caught, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. "Y-yes," she whispered, her hips lifting in silent invitation.

Charlotte’s groan echoed across the deck as Valentina came undone beneath her touch, her body arching off the lounger. "Fuck, that’s—" Valentina’s words cut off with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around Charlotte’s wrist.

The scent of sex and saltwater aroused me further as I lowered my mouth to Britney once more, her gasp of pleasure mingling with Valentina’s satisfied sighs.

Charlotte pulled her fingers free, licking them clean with a satisfied hum before turning her attention to me. "My turn," she declared, her hands sliding up my back to pull me away from Britney.

Valentina, still catching her breath, reached for Britney, pulling her into a deep kiss. "Watch," she murmured against Britney’s lips. "You’ll like this."

Charlotte’s hands were everywhere at once, pushing my swimming trunks down my hips, her fingers wrapping around my length with a possessive grip. "Been thinking about this all day," she admitted, her tongue darting out to trace the head before taking me into her mouth with a satisfied hum.

Britney’s eyes widened, her breath coming faster as she watched Charlotte’s lips stretch around me. Valentina’s fingers trailed down Britney’s stomach, teasing her back to full arousal. "See?" Valentina whispered. "Told you you’d like it."

Charlotte’s mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling in ways that had my fingers tightening in her hair. Valentina guided Britney’s hand between her own thighs, their fingers tangling as they touched themselves in tandem.

It was Britney who broke first this time, her cry muffled against Valentina’s shoulder as her body trembled through another climax. Valentina followed moments later, her hips jerking against their joined hands.

Charlotte pulled back with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "Your turn," she breathed, rising to her feet and guiding me onto the lounger. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Britney watched, wide-eyed, as Charlotte straddled me, her body sinking down onto mine with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. Valentina’s hands found Britney’s breasts, kneading them gently as they both watched Charlotte ride me with increasing urgency.

Charlotte’s hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she took me deeper, her nails scoring my chest. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat along her collarbone, her breath hitching as she leaned back, bracing herself against my thighs.

Charlotte’s hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she took me deeper, her nails scoring my chest. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat along her collarbone, her breath hitching as she leaned back, bracing herself against my thighs.

Britney watched, transfixed, her lips parted as Valentina’s fingers pinched her nipples in time with Charlotte’s movements.

"Feel good?" Valentina murmured against Britney’s ear, her teeth grazing the lobe. Britney nodded frantically, her hips twitching when Valentina’s hand slid between her legs again.

Charlotte’s rhythm stuttered as I thrust up into her, her moan sharp and unguarded. "Fuck yes," she gasped, her thighs trembling. One hand left my chest to fist in Valentina’s hair, dragging her closer until their mouths collided in a messy, breathless kiss.

Britney’s fingers dug into Valentina’s waist, her eyes locked on where Charlotte and I were joined. "I want—" she started, then bit her lip.

Valentina smirked. "Use your words, sweetheart."

Britney swallowed. "I want to try. With Jack."

Charlotte’s laugh was ragged as she lifted herself off me, her body glistening. "Then take what you want," she said, guiding Britney forward with a hand on her lower back.

Britney’s breath hitched as she straddled me, her thighs bracketing mine. She was so warm, her hands tentative as they pressed against my chest.

"Gentle," she whispered, more to herself than to me.

I nodded, my hands settling on her hips as she sank down slowly, inch by inch. Her face contorted—pleasure, discomfort, wonder—until she was fully seated, her body trembling.

Valentina’s fingers traced Britney’s spine. "Breathe," she reminded her, kissing the nape of her neck.

Britney exhaled shakily, her hips shifting experimentally. The sound she made was half gasp, half laugh, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. "Oh," she breathed. "Oh, fuck!"

Charlotte’s grin was wicked as she knelt beside us, her tongue flicking over Britney’s peaked nipple. "Told you you’d like it."

Valentina’s hand slid around to circle Britney’s clit, her touch feather-light. "Now move," she urged.

Britney obeyed, her hips rocking tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as pleasure overrode hesitation. Charlotte’s mouth moved to mine, her kiss tasting of salt, while Valentina’s fingers worked Britney closer to the edge with each roll of her hips.

When Britney came, it was with a sob, her body clamping down around me as Valentina held her through it. Charlotte’s hand replaced Valentina’s, prolonging the aftershocks until Britney whimpered, oversensitive.

I flipped her onto her back then, pressing into her with a groan. Valentina’s mouth found Britney’s, swallowing her cries as Charlotte straddled Britney’s face, her thighs framing her cheeks.

No one lasted much longer after that.

The deck was silent except for the sound of waves and our mingled breathing when it was over, the four of us tangled in a sweaty, sated heap. Britney’s fingers traced idle patterns on my chest, her head pillowed on Valentina’s thigh.

Charlotte stretched like a cat, her toes brushing my leg. "So," she said, smirking at Britney. "How was it, still nervous?"

Britney’s laugh was drowsy, satisfied. "Shut up."

Valentina’s fingers carded through Britney’s hair. "Welcome to the club."