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“Shit, I’m sorry,” he blurts.
Nate goes to pull me back, but I resist, digging my hands into Bry’s thighs. There’s no part of me that wants to stop right now. Air? Who even needs that? Not me.
Nate chuckles low. “Such a greedy little tease. Make her come, Noah.”
Everything rushes back in, and my body turns into a live wire. Bry slides in and out of my mouth as I suck him. Noah thrusts in and out of me from behind. My chest’s heavy, weighted by my breasts bouncing.
“Sweetheart, you’re taking me so well,” Noah praises, breathless and ragged.
The image of this put-together man coming undone has me clenching around him. His thrusts tease as he slowly eases in and out. The friction’s torturous and edging me. I take things into my own hands, or mouth, and hollow my cheeks. I take a long pull when Bry slides back in.
His hips stutter, breath hitching as he hisses. “Rosy. You feel so good wrapped around me.”
The way he chokes my name out, all wrapped in a sweet reverence, has more tears leaking from me for an entirely different reason. To be loved how Bry loves me… it’s sweet and unassuming. He loves me completely for who I am, without any expectations or hesitations.
My hands stroke up and down his thighs; it’s a little jolted due to Noah thrusting in and out of me. I swirl my tongue around Bry’s tip, then repeat the move, and he moans above me.
“Just…yes. Like that,” he murmurs, muscles flexing beneath my palms.
His fingertips trail over my jaw, then he cups it, tracing my cheeks as they flex and move around him. He thrusts in again, hitting the back of my throat and pauses. There’s a moment where my system panics over the lack of air.
“Can you swallow for me?” he asks.
The heat in his gaze cools some of the panic, and I swallow. He slips in a little deeper, sliding down my throat. He inhales harshly, then pulls out, only to push back in. I automatically swallow when he hits my throat, and his breathing quickens as he slips in further.
On the third thrust, I swallow again, and at the same time, Noah pushes forward, filling me completely. I hum at the fullness of them both.
Bry grunts, “Rosy, I’m—”
His release shoots into my mouth, flooding it. I quickly swallow. Nate releases his hold on my hair, and I whimper at the loss.
Bry slips free of my mouth, but I’m too wound up to do anything other than rest my cheek on his thigh. The move arches my back, changing the angle of Noah’s thrusts, and he finally hits a spot that has my toes curling in the carpet.
“Can I—”
“No,” Nate growls, cutting Max’s request off.
“But she looks so good. What about just a little taste?” Max whines, coming into my line of sight and crouching so we’re eye level.
“No touching,” Nate warns, and Max rolls his eyes.
“You look so fucking perfect, Honeybee. All needy and wet, and getting thoroughly fucked,” he praises.
His tongue flicks out, swiping over his lips as he watches my breasts. They jiggle and bounce as Noah thrusts in and out.
Noah wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me up to his chest. Our glistening, sweat-slicked skin slides together deliciously. He drops his chin to my shoulder and rests his cheek against the side of my head. The next thrust changes everything. His length presses against something that zaps through my body, and my fingers dig into his arm.
Hot air hits my exposed clit, and Nate growls another warning.
Max cheekily looks up at me, now on his knees in front of me.
“So pink and pretty.” He winks, then his focus shifts back to what’s at eye level. Me.
He groans, leaning so close I can feel every exhale hit my sensitive skin.
Noah thrusts in deeper, his pelvis slapping against my behind. Something wet glides against my clit, and my mouth pops open. Max dives in, covering me with his mouth as he licks noisily. The pressure has me hurtling closer to the edge. Panicked that Nate might make him stop, I thread my fingers through Max’s curls and hold him against me.
His answering groan vibrates through me, and my head falls back onto Noah’s shoulder. “Shit.”
