Page 33 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

I swallow. “I want you.” A pause. “Both of you.”

Maddox’s grip tightens. “Good girl.”

Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, and I melt into it, my hands fisting in his shirt. Asher’s lips find the curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp into Maddox’s kiss.

Maddox pulls back just enough to speak, his voice low. “On your knees.”

I drop without hesitation, the plush rug soft beneath me. Asher sinks onto the edge of the bed, watching with hooded eyes as Maddox steps forward, his fingers threading through my hair.

“Take out my cock, sweetheart.”

A shiver runs through me, my hands moving on their own to the zipper of his jeans to uncage the hardened bulge beneath.

My breath catches as his cock springs out, practically smacking my cheek, it’s warm velvet, my skin wet with a drop of pre-cum. I tongue flicks out to reach for it and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

“Fuck, Harper,” Maddox groans above me, “open.”

I do.

He guides himself into my mouth, groaning when I take him deep, my tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. Above me, his breath hitches, his grip tightening just enough to sting.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he rasps. “So fucking good for me.”

Behind me, Asher shifts, the bed dipping as he moves. Then his hands are on my hips, turning me, pulling me back until I’m straddling his thighs. His fingers skim up my sides, beneath my dress, and I arch into his touch, my breath coming faster.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

Maddox steps closer, his hand still in my hair, guiding me back to him. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t.

Asher’s hands slide higher, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts, teasing, until I whimper around Maddox. He chuckles, low and warm, and then his fingers are pinching my nipples, just hard enough to make me jerk.

Maddox groans. “Fuck, she’s so responsive.”

Asher’s lips curve against my neck. “I know.”

Then his hands are gone, and I hear the rustle of fabric, the quiet snap of a button, and the zipper of my dress exposes my body to them both. His fingers hook into my panties, sliding them down my legs as Maddox reaches behind me and slips my bra off, leaving me completely exposed and needy. A second later, Asher’s fingers are between my thighs, stroking through my slickened core, and I moan around Maddox, my hips rocking into his touch.

“That’s it,” Asher murmurs. “Take him deep.”

Maddox’s grip tightens. “You gonna come just like this, sweetheart? Just from my cock in your mouth and his fingers on your clit?”

I whimper, my body tightening, pleasure coiling low in my belly.

Asher’s fingers circle faster, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me still. “Come for us.”

I do.

The orgasm crashes through me, sharp and sweet, my thighs trembling, my mouth still working Maddox. He curses, his hips jerking, and then he’s pulling back just enough to spill over my tongue, his groan rough in the quiet room.

Asher eases me back against him, his lips brushing my temple. “Good girl.”

Maddox sinks onto the bed beside us, his fingers tracing my jaw. “You did so well.”

I’m still panting, my body loose and warm, but the hunger in their eyes tells me we’re far from done.

Asher shifts, lifting me effortlessly, and then I’m on my back on the bed, his hands sliding my dress up my thighs. Maddox moves beside him, his fingers tangling with mine, pinning my wrists above my head.