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Marek shook his head. “You deserve prep and lube.”
Below her, Weston snorted out another laugh.
Rose ground her hips down and his laugh morphed into a groan. He squeezed her breasts and then plucked at her nipples.
Rose bent forward over Weston. He released her nipples with one last tweak that made her pussy clench, then he wrapped his arms around her.
“Hold her cheeks open,” Marek said in a gravelly voice. Ohh, the evil twin was back.
Rose reached back to obey, but Weston beat her to it. Marek hadn’t been talking to her. Hadn’t been giving her orders.
Weston’s fingers dug into the cheeks of her bottom, parting the globes of her ass. Marek’s fingers dabbed the cold lotion onto her asshole. Rose didn’t think now was the time to tell him that using lotion, especially scented lotion, wasn’t a good idea. Later. They could worry about that next time.
That thought brought her up short, jerking her out of the moment. Next time implied a future they definitely didn’t have.
Her moment of distraction meant that she jumped in surprise when Marek worked one finger into her ass. He paused, finger buried halfway in her.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. I like it. It feels good.”
With her pussy full of Weston’s cock, Marek’s finger made her feel stuffed. She’d had double-penetration sex before plenty of times, though usually that was one man at her back using either her ass or pussy while the other fucked her mouth. This was different. This was intimate in a way being ordered to take a cock in mouth and ass while a third man casually cropped her nipples wasn’t.
Marek worked his finger all the way into her, then added a second. Rose held herself perfectly still for a few moments before she remembered she didn’t have to. She started to move, rocking back onto Marek’s fingers, forcing them deeper inside her. Changing the angle of her hips so she could grind her clit against Weston’s pelvis.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Weston snarled. “And if you say ‘language’ I swear to God I’ll strangle you.”
The fingers in her ass paused and then withdrew. Marek’s knees on the mattress made it dip. Weston bent his. Her legs, hooked over his, were drawn up. Weston let go of her ass and tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her down for a kiss.
Another set of hands settled on her ass, pulling it open, exposing her. Then the broad head of a cock pressed against the tight ring of muscle.
Marek shifted his hold, his fingers curling forward to hook around her hips while his thumbs dug into her ass, keeping her spread.
Then he was pushing. Rose sighed into the kiss and relaxed with the ease of long practice. His cock pressed in a half inch, opening her ass.
She nipped Weston’s tongue, then his lower lip.
Marek slid in farther, and she could feel the crown of the tip of his cock enter her.
Weston was still buried in her pussy and she felt incredibly full. Almost too full.
But there wasn’t such a thing as “too full.” Not with them. In a flash of insight, she realized there would never be enough.
“Fuck me,” she groaned, ripping her mouth from Weston’s. “Fuck us.”
Marek’s ironclad self-control must have cracked because he bent over her, one knee on the bed, the opposite foot on the floor, and pumped into her ass in a vicious rhythm.
His hand slid up her back, then around her side, stroking the outer side of her breast where it was pressed to Wes’s chest.
As he thrust forward, Rose was shoved up Weston’s body, and her pussy slid along his cock. With a growl, Weston pressed on her thighs, shoving her back down onto his cock and forcing Marek to retreat.
Marek thrust his cock into her ass.
Weston pressed her down, impaling her pussy on his cock.
Rose swallowed and realized this—this wild, uncontrollable arousal—was what it was supposed to be like. She’d always looked around the clubs and hotels she and Caden had frequented, and wondered what the hell was wrong with all these people. She and Caden hadn’t exactly chosen the lifestyle. Caden had always tempered pain with pleasure, taking the worst sting out of it until, over time, she occasionally looked forward to the pain, simply because it meant pleasure.
Now she understood. This was what those people were seeking. An intensity of emotion and physical stimulus that transcended too-simple labels of pleasure and pain.
