by A. K. Koonce
When he finally pulls back from me, the tension leaves my body, leaving me weak for several seconds.
“Wake him up.”
I blink hard at the darkness of the room. The features of Ryder’s face are shadowed but the white moonlight hits his hooded eyes in shining colors.
I turn, wanting to think of something sexy to say to wake Daxdyn up, but his lips meet mine in the dark. Daxdyn kisses me firmly. His strong hands pull at my hips until I’m settled over him.
His lean hips are beneath me and before I lower myself, his hand is between my legs. Long fingers stroke against my slickness.
A rumbling groan shakes through his chest as he takes his time running his index finger up and down my sex. His palm is wet from my orgasm and he rubs hard at my clit until I’m gasping against his lips.
“You’re not a very quiet sleeper,” Dax whispers.
I try to think of a witty response through my hazy mind but my words die on my lips as Ryder’s palm pushes down the curve of my ass. His fingers meet Daxdyn’s, slipping against my wetness before pulling back up. His index finger circles my ass slowly and my spine stiffens.
“Has—anyone ever fucked you here?” His breath is warm against my neck, sending a shiver across my skin.
Daxdyn’s fingers sink into me, pushing deeper as I try to think about Ryder’s question.
“Yes,” I breathe out the response and shift against Daxdyn’s hand.
His pace quickens. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit as he pounds into me.
“Did you like it?” Ryder’s fingers tease my ass and I arch against his touch.
“No.” Simple one-word answers are all I have.
Ryder’s lips press to the base of my neck, his tongue sweeping warmly across my skin.
“Maybe he did it wrong.” His whisper makes me smile even as Daxdyn starts to kiss me slowly.
They’re so good at distracting me. They’re a small team of sexy distraction.
Ryder’s index finger sinks very slowly in and I do rock against their palms at the feel of being filled.
I consider how big Ryder is and it’s a hard no. It’s not going to happen. I pull back from Dax just slightly.
“There is another option for the three of us.” I have their attention as they both pause to listen to what I might say next.
“Whatever you want. Tell me what you want.” Dax waits patiently but neither of them stop the slow stroking that’s pulling a quiet moan from my lips. On a shaking exhale I consider my words.
Ryder listens intently. A smirk tilts at my mouth as I start to speak.
“You could always fuck Dax while I watch.”
Every muscle in their bodies halt. No one moves an inch. All sexy assaults on my body have come to a complete stand still.
“That—that doesn’t sound like a good time at all, Kara.” Dax even pulls back from me slightly.
“No, that’s—that’s not an option.” Ryder’s voice is more serious than I’ve ever heard it.
My head tips back to look at his pretty blue eyes.
“Then maybe you should get your hand out of my ass and share.”
Ryder would never make me do something I didn’t want to. I know that. But the awkward look in his eyes right now is priceless.
“I’m sorry. Your aunt said all this shit. She made me feel like I didn’t even know what sex was. Fucking talking about groundhogs and French third base. I have no idea what yab yum means and she said it like three times.” His words are a stream of worry and it makes me smile from the anxiety my aunt must have gave him.
I told him he should have been afraid.
He exhales a heavy breath.
“I’m sorry. You know I want to make you happy. Tell me what you want me to do.” He leans in to me, his lips kissing my bottom lip sweetly before kissing me fully.
“Lie down,” I say in a quiet voice.
He looks lost. His gaze shifts from me to Dax. Slowly, he pulls away from me and climbs up to the pillow. Dax sits up to the edge of the bed, still holding me while Ryder rests behind him. Once more, Ryder’s attention settles on me.
“Take your shirt off.” He smirks as if it’s adorable that I’m telling him what to do, but he does it. His hands grip the back of his shirt as he pulls it off. The hard lines of his arms flex as he tosses the shirt to the floor.
“Lie back.”
Tension consumes his movements as he hesitantly lies against the fluffy pillow. It’s as if he’s waiting for a surprise attack instead of sex.
My palms run down the corded muscles of Daxdyn’s arms. The smooth feel of his body makes me want more.
Hard panes meet my fingertips as I push up his abdomen. Warm breaths become heavier against my neck while I rub my palms against his pecs. He releases me slowly, helping me pull off his soft shirt. I toss it to the floor with Ryder’s.
For a second, I just take them in. They’re sexy together. Shirtless and strong and waiting.
Just for me.
But they only wait so long.
Ryder’s fingers unfasten his jeans. He holds my gaze as he shoves them down his hips. The sight of his hard dick makes me shift against Daxdyn’s chest.
I stand to step back from them both, standing between Dax’s spread legs.
Ryder’s heated gaze follows my every move. My bare thighs rub together and I slowly pull at the hem of my white shirt. My fingertips skim against my navel as I bring it over my head.
I’m naked before them.
Daxdyn leans back, his arms brushing against Ryder as he gets comfortable watching me.
I’ve never felt as wanted as I do right now. It’s a tingling feeling that starts in my core but trembles through my heart as well.
I keep my eyes on Ryder as I lean into Dax and kiss him deeply. As Ryder’s palm wraps around his cock my eyes flutter closed, tangling my tongue with Daxdyn’s.
As my tongue rolls against his, my hand trails down the lines of his hard chest. His hips shift when my fingers quietly unbutton his jeans.
My fingers skim down his throbbing length and his breath catches against my lips. His light touch feels hesitant against my skin as his fingertips trail over my ribs before palming my breast. I arch into the bruising pressure of his kiss. His thumb brushes against my nipple as his palm pushes firmly against my breast.
An ache courses through me, demanding more. I take a step back but never release him. He leans into me, keeping our lips locked. My wrist continues rolling up and down slowly against his shaft and he groans against my lips before following after me.
Slow steps bring us to the foot of the bed. His tongue rolls leisurely against mine and when I back up against the mattress I finally pull my hand away. A minimal amount of space separates us as he leans back to look me in the eye.
His hooded gaze is smoky and filled with swirling magic that might always take my breath away. My fingers drift against his palm lightly. I keep my eyes on his as I turn and crawl up the bed on all fours. My hands rest against Ryder’s hips, my fingers etching the lines veering down to the cock he’s stroking slowly.
I look back at Daxdyn just before I lower my head. He watches me intently. A whirling feeling of anticipation consumes my core as my lips press to the tip of Ryder’s cock. My legs are spread intentionally. My spine is arching toward the mattress, giving Daxdyn what I know must be an inviting sight.
As my tongue swirls over the top of Ryder’s head, his eyes fall closed, his palm brushing over my knuckles as my hand wraps slowly around his thickness.
I study him in this moment. Taking in his relaxed and beautiful features. His head tips slightly back, giving me the angle of his strong jaw. A deep breath parts his lips just as my mouth wraps fully around his dick.
The taste of him fills my mouth and I take him as far as I can, sucking hard and feeling his tip hit the back of my throat. A low groan hums through his chest.
The mattress dips and more energy tingles through me as I wait with wanting nerves spiraling
through me.
Daxdyn’s fingers grip my hips slowly, one finger after the other. My eyelids flutter and it urges me on with faster movements against Ryder until he fists my hair in his hands. He pulls lightly as he guides my quick pace against his cock.
“Fuck, Kara.” Ryder’s voice is a rasping sound that strums through my core.
Daxdyn’s hand runs over the curve of my ass. Slowly, his fingers push against my sex, palming me in his hand. I shift shamelessly against his touch.
But he’s gone as quickly as he came. Cool air skims over my body where his hands once were. I almost pout against Ryder’s cock.
Yes, everyone pity the poor woman with not enough dicks filling her.
Seriously, what is he doing—
He slams into me so hard my moan hums against Ryder’s dick and an unrepressed groan with a hint of shaking laughter reverberates through Ryder’s chest.
With long, powerful strokes, he thrusts into me, filling me so deep I tremble in his hands. He holds tightly to my hips. Closer he shifts toward me until his knees are planted beneath me as he rocks deeper into me.
It’s a steady and demanding pace.
In only a few moments, Daxdyn’s quick thrusting causes my orgasm to shake through me until I can’t even focus on Ryder, but neither men seem to notice my lack of concentration.
Ryder’s hips rock beneath my palms and his fingers tighten in my hair as he guides his cock deeper into my mouth.
I’m shaking between them. The energy in me builds, making my spine arch into Ryder’s body. He releases his tight hold on me and I pull back, my palm wrapping fully around his length. My breath shakes as another orgasm tightens within me. Daxdyn groans from behind me. It’s a violent sound, like he’s losing control but is trying to hold on just for me.
I feel my walls tighten around his hard dick and as I start to tremble in their hands, Daxdyn finally stills behind me with a low groan.
Waves pulse through me. I’m gripping Ryder’s dick but his pleasure is long forgotten.
I almost feel bad for him.
Until he speaks.
“Lie down.” His rumbling words echo mine.
It’s what I said to him not long ago, but the heat in his gaze makes me shift against Daxdyn’s dick that’s still pulsing hard within me.
Daxdyn’s palm brushes slowly over my ass before he slips himself from me.
A hollow feeling settles in but I know it won’t be there long.
Ryder’s fingers push up the inside of my arm and he pulls lightly until I settle in, lying comfortably with my back against his pillow.
How many orgasms is one person capable of having?
His tongue rolls across his lower lip and I suddenly really want to find out.
The mattress shifts as Ryder’s hard body covers mine.
Daxdyn watches our every move as he settles in against the foot of the bed. His jeans are slung low against his slim hips, but his boxers cover up his impressive erection.
Warm lips skim against my jaw and the slick head of Ryder’s dick teases my sensitive clit.
He groans as his teeth rake across my neck. Lowering his head, his lips move until his breath fans against the curve of my shoulder. He kisses there gently before sinking his teeth in hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue sweeps quickly over my skin just as he pushes slowly into me.
My fingers dig into his strong arms that are strung tight beneath my touch.
His weight is held carefully above me as our hips rock in perfect rhythm. His gaze trails my features as he sinks into me over and over again. He takes his time. It doesn’t feel like it did the first time. It isn’t rushed and hard.
It’s slow and consuming.
I try to hold his gaze. I try to let him see that I’m hanging on by a thread but my eyes roll, my head tipping back as he takes his time fucking me. His lips meet the column of my exposed throat, and he kisses me there as I hold on to him tightly by his shoulders. Sweat dampens his skin and still he takes his time.
I can’t take it.
My palms meet his taut shoulders and I push at him until he understands. His fingers dig into the underside of my thighs, locking me in place against him. In one swift move he rolls us. I’m poised perfectly on top of him. His dick is still deep within me.
In life, Ryder is well thought out, putting all of his effort into what he does.
Sex with Ryder is no different.
I like it. I like looking down on that sated look in his eyes. I especially like the way his jaw tenses with the slowest grinding of my hips.
The mattress shifts, dipping low around us.
Rough palms push against my hips, carefully and lightly skimming.
I pause. My hair catches against my lip, my breath fanning heavily as I lock eyes with Darrio. Iron eyes study me, trailing every feature. My movements halt entirely. I’m unsure of myself suddenly. Unsure of us in a way.
Daxdyn is nowhere to be seen. It’s as if he slipped out while I wasn’t looking. Did he leave to make Darrio more comfortable?
My heart pounds wildly as we stare at one another.
Darrio’s legs straddle over Ryder’s as he leans closer to me. His chest is bare, revealing slashing scars and strong lines. The buckle of his jeans is low and undone.
Warm breath fans over my shoulder as he slowly presses his lips there. The smooth panes of his chest against my body, and my chest against Ryder’s sends a tingling and knowing feeling all through me. His hips rock against the curve of my ass.
The two men make it hard to think but I do try to find words.
“Ac—actually we discussed this and that’s not going to happen.” Uneven tones catch at my words as I try to think clearly. “None of you guys are fun size and I rather like my asshole just the way it is.”
Darrio’s eyes close and he almost shakes his head at me. The smallest of smiles tugs at his lips.
“Just relax.” His light touch pushes down the length of my spine, making my hips shift against Ryder’s dick.
Agonizingly slow movements brush against my back, distracting me and taunting me all at the same time. His palm pushes down the curve of my ass making me tense beneath his touch.
Ryder holds my gaze before leaning forward and sealing his lips to mine. Rolling flicks of his tongue have my eyes fluttering closed.
When Darrio’s fingers sink slowly into me, sliding up the length of Ryder’s dick, my mouth parts with a shaking moan. It brings a new and reckless feeling trembling through me.
But he’s gone as quickly as he came.
Ryder’s warm palms skim up my ribs, caressing the weight of my breasts. It takes all my concentration to focus on just Ryder and not the both of them. When Darrio’s dick runs smooth against my inner thigh I tense once more against Ryder.
I want Darrio here. I do. More than anything. But I don’t think this is going to work.
Just as I pull back from Ryder, Darrio’s dick slides against me. It’s slick against my sex and against Ryder’s shaft. Ryder’s brows raise slightly, his palms becoming still against my body.
Suddenly, he looks more nervous than I am. This is new for all of us. And too much thinking will make it all fall apart.
My fingers grip Ryder’s jaw and I pull him back to my mouth, pulling him under with the distraction of my lips.
A thundering sound consumes my heart as Darrio starts to sink in inch by inch. It’s a slow and unhurried process. The stiff feel of Ryder’s shoulder relaxes and a rumbling groan shakes through his chest.
Filled and Fucked. All I can think of is how fantastically filled and fucked I am right now.
The two of them fill me completely, pushing hard at just the right angles. Darrio’s grip on my hip tightens and his nails sink into my skin as he slowly rocks his length into me. Ryder’s palms push down my body and he holds me in place. I’m between the hard panes of their chests but a consuming current is building within my core.
Ryder’s lips brush over my jaw line. He sucks lightl
y against my neck. His groans are low and humming over my skin.
I’ve never been this wet and I’ve never felt this turned on in my entire life. I haven’t ever had men in my life that wanted me like these men want me.
“Darrio … ” My nails rake down Ryder’s shoulders. I cling to him and he lets me. He supports me entirely.
At the sound of his name, Darrio’s slow stroking becomes a bit quicker. The head of his cock grinds against Ryder’s length as he slams into me hard over and over again.
My orgasm shakes through me so hard I tremble between their arms. Darrio holds on to me tighter and Ryder holds me more firmly in place. Rumbling sounds of their pleasure hum through the room as my sex tightens against their cocks.
“Fuck,” Ryder’s head tips back and I know the moment he comes. I see it in the tightness of his jaw and I feel it as Darrio slides into me once more.
Darrio’s palms squeeze my waist hard and a moment later he stills against my body.
All that can be heard is our harsh and gasping breaths.
Very carefully, Darrio slips himself from me. His bruising grip becomes a caressing touch as he pulls back from me.
Ryder’s lips skim my neck in a sweet kiss. His eyes hold mine in a hooded way as I start to pull back. My hips lift from his, a soreness clings to my limbs. I take a quiet seat against the wall, my legs thrown across Ryder’s lap. It takes a second for me to have the nerve to meet Darrio’s smoky gaze.
Reality falls into place fast. It crashes down on us.
“Was that … weird?” My fingers start to pick at the white thread of the tangled quilt.
Darrio leans back, still kneeling as he was before.
“It was–really tight.”
“Really fucking tight,” Ryder says with more, and slightly better emphasis.
Tight. Yes, that’s good, right? Any other descriptions?
The door opens and Daxdyn slips inside quickly. A knowing smirk tilts his lips. His attention drifts between myself and his brother but he doesn’t speak. Quietly he takes a seat at the edge of the bed. His palm pushes back and forth against my ankle like he just wants to touch me. To reassure me.
“You liked it?” I peek at Ryder’s completely content features for only a second before I realize he’s definitely not the one I have to worry about here.