by Gail McHugh
His jaw tightens as he touches hesitant fingers to my cheek, brushing them along my parted lips, lingering there before resting them on my nape. Still, though his eyes are screaming that he can’t wait to fuck me raw, for the second time tonight, nervousness washes over him, his hands trembling as he wets his lips.
God, the thought of this beautiful man feeling even the smallest bit of nervousness lifts my heart, my urgency to taste him exploding into pure insanity as I try to breathe. Core throbbing, I wrap my hand around his glorious piece, my tongue soaking up the tiny bead of silk dripping from the head of his cock. Hot ribbons of desire sear my skin, my eyes fluttering closed as I swallow the liquid pearl. Ryder tastes every bit as divine as I imagined he would, if not better. Like Brock, he’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, an addictive blend of smooth and bitter.
Passion intensifying, I run my eager hand along his shaft, each stroke releasing more of what I need. What I’m sure is going to turn me into a junkie, not a single day passing without grabbing a fix.
“Mm,” I purr, fastening my gaze to Ryder’s as I stroke him from root to tip, repeating the process with every ragged breath he attempts.
“Ah, fuck,” Ryder hisses, fisting my hair as I lick the head of his cock, relishing its pierced tip. “Your mouth’s so sweet.” His eyes fall closed, his hips rocking in tandem with each slow swirl of my tongue. “That’s right. Just like that, momma. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
I push him back onto his heels, sucking a few scant inches of him into my mouth. He groans, his grip on my hair tightening as I slip my nails under the smooth sac of his balls. Another groan as my tongue makes a pass over them.
“Jesus,” Brock snarls, his cock plunging deep into me. “You’re drenched.” Finding a slow, easy pace, Brock seizes my shoulder and teasingly presses the pad of his thumb around the rim of my ass. “You want it? Need it, baby girl?”
He pulls out a fraction before thrusting back into me, causing me to strain into his touch. Feverishly nodding, I moan around Ryder’s cock as Brock’s thumb barely breaches the sensitive entrance. “Want my fingers inside this pretty ass?”
“Oh God,” I pant, my walls clenching his hardened length. “God, yes. Please give it to me.” My body vibrates as he glides his thumb inside me, gently parting the tender flesh as he thrusts into me again.
“I don’t think one’s enough for her,” Ryder says through a groan as I draw the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over it. “Want another?”
“Yes,” I beg, their dominance caging me in as Brock slips a second, then third finger inside me. “Mm. Ohh, yessss.”
Brock pumps into me faster, harder, his angry tempo eliciting a gasp from me as I take every inch of Ryder into my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate his girth.
“Fuuuuck.” Ryder gathers my face in his hands, slowly guiding me back and forth along his rigid length. “You look so fucking hot, so goddamn beautiful sucking me off. It’s enough to kill me.”
Like a wild animal, I snap, unleashing everything I’ve got on Ryder, my moans matching both men’s as I find the taut muscles of Ryder’s ass, squeezing them. Pleasure ripples through me, each slap of Brock’s balls against my sweat-soaked skin nourishing my entire being with what it requires as I hollow my mouth, taking Ryder as deep as I can.
His head falls back, his Adam’s apple glistening with sweat as he once again fists my hair, fucking my mouth with brutal yet equally fluid motions. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and my nails dig into his ass as I swallow him deeper, nearly gagging on his size. Still, I don’t stop. I can’t. My need to watch him cave, to crumble under my power, is something I’ve fantasized about, this moment beyond surreal as Brock stretches me, filling me to the core.
“I can’t wait anymore,” Ryder says through a strangled groan.
He cups my cheeks, his cock slipping through my lips as he pulls back, instantly killing my pleasure. Adding to my torture, Brock removes himself from me. Feeling crazed, I watch both men slide from the bed, their gazes latched on mine as Ryder starts for the living room.
“What are you doing?” I get to my knees and slide off the bed.
Ryder turns and looks me up and down. “I have to fuck you, Amber. I have to fuck you right now. Couldn’t wait another minute more if I tried.”
I look at Brock, silently seeking permission to react. Gleam wicked, he falls into an oversized armchair and palms his cock, stroking it as he nods his approval. On shaky legs, I bridge the space between Ryder and me, my mind reeling as I approach him. Head tilted back to stare at him, I smooth my hand across his tatted pecs, down the planes of his abs, and ultimately curl it around his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath, the length of his towering body tensing under my touch. His subtle nervousness sends a wave of anticipation tumbling across my skin as I press up on my tiptoes.
“Then . . . fuck . . . me, Ryder,” I purr, my lips cushioned against his ear. I stroke him once, twice, each slow pull eliciting a low groan from his chest. “Don’t wait another minute longer. Fuck me now, and fuck me. Hard.”
A slow smirk twists his mouth as he closes his hand over mine, aiding me in pumping his cock. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, peach.”
His free hand grips the back of my thigh, hitching my leg around his waist.
“I’m gonna fuck you until thinking straight’s no longer an option for you. Until you have no goddamn clue who or where you are.” He dips his head, biting my shoulder as he teases the tip of his cock between the slickened pleats of my pussy.
I gasp at the double stimulation. Groaning, he runs his lips along my collarbone, the curve of my jaw, eventually resting them over each of my eyelids as he kisses them.
“Do you hear me, beautiful girl?” he whispers gruffly. “I’m gonna fuck you mindless until all you can remember is what I feel like buried inside this.” He presses the pad of his thumb against my swollen clit, circling it before pushing a finger inside me. “Sweeter than sweet . . . peach.”
My walls clench around his finger, a moan shooting past my lips as he removes it from me.
Smirk returning, his voice is soft as silk as he presses his mouth to my ear, licking my lobe. “I’m being the gentleman my mother raised by giving you fair warning that, well, honestly, I’m about to fucking unhinge you from reality. Consider it . . . gone.”
He brushes his nose against the hollow of my neck and slowly inhales, his grip around my thigh laced with fervent ardor as he once again thrusts his hips forward, this time completely breaching the barrier of my warmth. Dizzy, my eyes roll back, my hips bucking of their own accord. The pleasure only lasts a second, though, devastation falling from my mouth in the form of a gasp as his rigid length slips from me faster than I can blink.
He kisses my lips, the languid caress of his tongue destroying the last remnants of my control as he releases my leg from his hold. “But before I fuck you into submission”—flecks of promise flash bright in his eyes—“I gotta grab a condom.”
Impatience hurdles through me, tightening my chest. “No, Ryder.” I swallow, and glance at Brock.
Watching us carefully and continuing to stroke himself, Brock nods, the knowing look in his eyes giving me permission to proceed.
“I don’t want anything separating us,” I go on, not an ounce of hesitation in my words as I twine my arms around Ryder’s neck. “I want to feel you. Need to feel all of you. I’m on the pill, and Brock and I trust you if you say you’re cool. If you’ve been tested and are clean, there’s no reason to use a condom. No reason for us to not fully become . . . one.”
He doesn’t respond with words. No, he answers with his body, kissing me deeper, harder, each desperate stroke of his tongue etching his untamed passion for me across the sky. Without breaking the kiss, he drops his hands to my ass, hoists me from the ground, and in one swift movement, pulls me down onto
his cock. Unable to believe how amazing he feels, I whimper into his mouth, our bodies moving in sync as he bounces me up and down his thick, rigid length. With another whimper, I tighten my legs around his waist, his piercing hitting deep within my core.
Knowing we’ve broken all the rules, not a single line left to cross, and convinced I’ll never get enough of him, my grip around Ryder’s neck tightens, my fingers knotted in his hair as I rip my lips from his and pull back, gazing into his hungry eyes. With nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing curling through the room, a mountain of emotions rains down upon us, releasing its energy into the heated air before redepositing its potency through our limbs. Time stops, halting everything outside of this moment. There’s nothing left. Only the warmth of his body as he slows his rhythm, the strong security of his arms as he grips my bottom tighter, and the steady pounding of his pulse as he feathers his lips over mine. Staring into my eyes as though I’m the only thing that matters, the absolute center of his existence, Ryder kisses me, each soft, slow sweep of his tongue opening my heart to him even more.
Beautiful and torturous all at once, thoughts resurface, my mind flashing with every memory of him asking me to kiss him, to touch him, every stolen glance and agonizing second we spent aching to taste each other when we knew we shouldn’t. In an instant, it all merges, blurring into images I cling to, but equally fear. What was once simply lust for us is now exploding into something deeper, the magnitude of what it was nothing compared to what it’s morphing into.
I milk every glorious inch of him as his pace picks up, pounding into me with brutal force.
“Yes,” I grit out, needing the pain as a punishment for ever thinking I could do this without developing feelings for him. “Harder, Ryder. Fuck me harder.”
Eyes prowling every crevice of my face, Ryder pumps into me once, twice, three times, completely burying himself to the hilt. He stays there a second, his gaze fastened to mine, before lifting me clear up off him only to slam me back down in the same breath. My head jerks back with a cry as he ravishes my neck with an urgency I’ve never experienced, not even with Brock.
“Christ, you feel fucking incredible,” he snarls, sparking nerve endings I never knew existed. “So goddamn perfect, peach. I could fuck you for days without needing anything else but this sweet pussy.” His free hand digs into my backside. “And I don’t care what Brock thinks. Your pussy was made for me. Not him.”
“Told ya she felt exquisite.”
A quick glance over my shoulder reveals Brock standing behind me, his light green eyes darkening.
“And don’t get too high on yourself, bro,” Brock says, mild warning lacing his tone as he runs his tongue along my nape. “My girl knows exactly where her pussy belongs. It’s all good, though. She seems to be enjoying what you’re doing to her. That’s all that matters.”
“Seems?” Ryder circles his hips from side to side, back and forth, and up and down, each glorious movement sinking me further into a state of mind-numbing bliss. I moan, both from his talented hips and my core throbbing to feel Brock. Still, I’m nervous, anticipation rising inside me, hindering me from taking in enough oxygen. I pull in a slow breath, attempting to calm myself.
“Like how he’s making that pussy feel?” Brock’s voice is a strangled whisper as his hands guide my hips, bouncing me up and down Ryder’s punishing length. “Like how he’s beating into it?”
With one hand wrapped around the back of Ryder’s neck, I bury the other in Brock’s hair, my fingers white-knuckling his wavy caramel strands as my head falls back against his shoulder. “Yes,” I answer through a pant as Brock grips my waist tighter, again slamming me down onto Ryder. “Oh my God, Brock. I need you now. I can’t take it anymore. I need to come, and I won’t until you’re inside me. Please, baby. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
“That’s my girl.” Brock drags the head of his cock up and down the seam of my ass as my legs involuntarily tighten around Ryder’s waist. “I fucking love when you beg. You’re so goddamn hot when you do it, so fucking sweet and vulnerable, it drives me crazy.” Chest pressed to my back, Brock brings his free hand to the front of my neck and palms it as he continues to tease me. “But sorry, baby, you’re not getting anything from me until you tell me how much you love feeling Ryder inside of you. Say it, Ber. Tell me how good his cock feels.”
I snag Ryder’s hot gaze, hesitation hindering my response. He wets his lips and jerks his hips up, the groan ripping from his chest matching the intensity of mine as his sheer girth stretches me, flaring my pussy wide open. Brock chooses the exact moment to thrust me down onto Ryder again. My head snaps back against Brock’s chest, a gasp springing from my throat as they work me to the very edge of insanity’s sweet blade.
“Say it,” Brock repeats, his voice harsher, hoarser. With the tip of his cock barely penetrating my ass, Brock tightens his fingers around my neck, both men groaning as Brock slams me down onto Ryder once more.
“Give me what I need. I wanna hear you say it,” Brock insists.
“I love how good he feels buried inside me.” I moan, tugging Brock’s hair as I angle my head just enough to capture his mouth in a ravenous kiss. Tongue twined with Brock’s, I flick my eyes to Ryder’s, our gazes glued to one another’s as he pumps his hips, his tempo matching the furious pace of mine and Brock’s kiss.
Brock roughs his hands up under the swell of my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples as the head of his cock pierces my ass. The delicious burn makes me cry out, but still, he continues to tease me, retreating the second he’s got me where he wants me.
“Look at his face. Look at what you do to him.” Brock slides his hand down the flat of my stomach, his fingers playing with my clit. Lost in their pleasure, the steady pressure nearly splinters me apart. “Keep talking. Keep fucking up his head, baby girl.”
Ryder watches me arch against Brock’s chest, his grip around my ass ironclad as he pumps into me.
“I love the way he’s fucking my pussy raw,” I breathe, sweat dewing my skin as I ride him faster, harder, my nails clawing his back.
“Christ,” Ryder snarls, his nostrils flaring. Blue eyes hardening, he palms my nape and pulls me to his mouth, his lips taking small, greedy kisses from me as he digs his fingers into my backside. “You’re so goddamn tight, so fucking wet, I ain’t gonna last too much longer.”
“Think she’s ready for the both of us?” Brock asks, his question hot against my ear, his fingers tweaking my nipples as he grinds against my ass.
“Yeah, bro. Of course she’s fucking ready.”
Though Ryder’s response is immediate, I see possessiveness flash in his eyes. He’s trying hard to conceal it, but it’s all over his face. Jealousy. Steadfast, he dips his head to the valley between my breasts, his tongue gathering the beads of sweat dotting my skin as he grips my bottom tighter.
My legs clench around his waist, my hips rocking with his as he draws my nipple into his mouth, tripping his barbell along the aching peak. Suckling it, he pumps into me with urgency, our bodies locked in sync.
Almost as though he knows it’ll be the last one we share without Brock being involved, Ryder kisses me hard, his tongue probing the deepest parts of my mouth. “I know I said it earlier, but thank you for tonight.” His words are soft against my cheek, their meaning flavored with desperation. “You’re a fucking jewel, Amber. The queen he deserves.”
Before I can let his pain eat me alive, I tense, my muscles locking up as Brock starts to ease inside me.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper, touching Ryder’s face. “Although I’ve done this before, I—I’ve never done it with two men at the same time. Please don’t hurt me.”
Ryder stops moving, and behind me, Brock completely stills.
“You think we’d ever . . . hurt you?” Ryder’s eyes dilate in surprise, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.
Fear of the
unknown spirals through me, my heart thrumming as Brock strokes his fingers down the side of my ribs. I gasp, involuntarily relax.
“There’s no pain here, baby girl.” Brock lays his mouth on my neck, kissing it. “None at all. We want you lost in the pleasure we’re going to bring you, giving in to it until nothing else exists but your hunger for release.”
“Keep your eyes on mine.” Buried to the hilt, Ryder remains still, his strong hands gripping my underside, holding me in place as Brock slowly works his cock inside my rear. “You hear me, sweets? Don’t take those beautiful eyes off me.”
“Ryder,” I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Oh God.”
“Shh. I have you,” he whispers, his gaze moving over my face. “I’ve always had you, Amber. Always.” He presses his lips to mine, hungry, fierce, and gentle all the same.
His words calm me some, their sincerity coating my belly with warmth. “If you want us to stop, you only have to say so. Understand?”
I nod nervously as Brock presses into me a little more.
“Just let it feel good,” Ryder whispers against my lips, picking up a slow tempo. His hips rock in tandem with his tongue sweeping over mine. “Ease for him, and just . . . feel us, beautiful girl.”
Fighting to drag in more air, I obey. I need to be taken, to be loved. I let their pleasure surround me, allowing it to fill the darkest corners of my mind, forcing my muscles to relax as I pull in a calming breath.
“That’s right.” Brock kisses my neck, his movements measured as he slides in, fully burying himself inside me. “Let us take care of you. Every single inch of you is ours to touch, taste, worship, and pleasure.”
Body flared wide open to the max by both men, my head jerks up as sparks of white-hot pleasure ignite in front of my eyes. I writhe between them, feeling myself dissolve into their rock-hard bodies, becoming one with them as they move against me. Taking their time, they slide back and forth, entering and retreating, each slow thrust and careful manipulation of their hips, hands, mouths, and fingers, wiping my mind clear of everything dark, evil, and cruel—at least for the time being.