Page 34 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

Asher’s mouth finds the inside of my knee, his teeth grazing, and I shiver.

“You’re not done yet,” he murmurs.

Maddox leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “Beg for it.”

I don’t hesitate. “Please.”

Asher’s laugh is dark, promising. “That’s a start.”

Then his mouth is on me, his tongue stroking slow and deep, and I arch off the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Maddox’s grip tightens, his lips trailing down my throat, his teeth nipping at my collarbone.

“Louder,” he murmurs.

I moan, my hips rocking into Asher’s mouth, pleasure building again, sharper this time.

Maddox’s free hand skims down my side, his fingers pressing into my hip. “Come again.”

I do, my back bowing, my cry muffled against Maddox’s shoulder.

Asher pulls back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Perfect.”

Maddox releases my wrists, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, spreading me wider. “Now, Asher.”

Asher reaches for the nightstand, pulling out a condom, his movements deliberate. He rolls it on, his gaze locked on mine, and then he’s pressing into me, slow and deep, his groan rough in the quiet room.

Maddox leans over me, his lips brushing mine. “Take him.”

I do, my body stretching to accommodate him, my nails digging into Maddox’s shoulders. Asher’s hips snap forward, his grip bruising on my thighs, and I cry out, the pleasure tipping into something sharper, brighter.

Maddox’s fingers thread through my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me.”

I do.

His eyes are dark, possessive. “You’re ours tonight.”

Asher’s thrusts deepen, his breath coming harder, his fingers pressing into my skin. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasp.

Maddox’s lips crash into mine, his kiss rough, demanding, and I surrender to it, to them, to the pleasure building between us.

Asher’s pace falters, his groan low and ragged, and then he’s spilling into me, his body shuddering. Maddox pulls back just enough to watch, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Asher eases out, his hands gentle now, stroking my thighs. Maddox shifts, his fingers trailing down my stomach, his gaze locked on mine.

“You’re not done yet,” he says.

I shiver.

I hear the sound of something hitting the trash bin before another foil packet tears open.

Asher moves behind me, lifting me onto my hands and knees, his lips brushing my spine. Maddox kneels in front of me, his fingers tilting my chin up.

“Open,” he murmurs.

I do.