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“Fuck, Titch, that’s so damn hot.”
With one hand, Zayn continues to pleasure me, whilst the other hand wraps around my throat and squeezes gently. I whimper as he circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, matching the grip he has on my throat. For a brief, lust-fueled moment, I wonder whether York can feel Zayn’s hand between us, but if he does, he doesn’t appear to mind. Right now York is burning a hole in my chest with his heated gaze, and when he cups my breasts in his hands and runs his thumb over my peaked nipples, I jerk in their hands.
“Pen, keep doing that and I’m going to come all over your back,” Zayn chuckles, his voice full of love and lust.
“I thought that was the point,” York retorts, his mouth going slack as I run the pad of my thumb over his slit. “Titch, you’re killing me.”
“At least you’ll die a happy man,” I giggle, swallowing down my laugh and replacing it with a groan when York squeezes my tits and Zayn sucks on my neck.
“No, Titch, that will only happen when I’m buried deep inside your cunt and my best mate here has his cock filling your arse,” York replies with a devious smile before crashing his lips against mine and kissing me with firm lips and a promise. My responding moan is swallowed by his hungry mouth as the lust building in my core expands and grows to breaking point.
As hot water slides over us all, we move against each other in another kind of dance that has our hearts beating in unison, our breaths mingling with every movement and our love expanding around us in a bliss-filled hug.
The mounting pleasure of York fucking my mouth with his tongue and Zayn’s fingers between my legs has me gasping for breath and shattering first. York releases my mouth so I can cry out and a few seconds later, York roars as his hot cum spurts in thready strings all over my stomach. Behind us, Zayn swears under his breath as his cock slides faster between the crack of my arse. I arch my back into him, pressing my tits against York’s chest and kissing him half-blinded by my orgasm. For a brief moment, Zayn slips his cock between my pussy lips, the tip of his cock rubbing through my folds and over my too sensitive clit. I cry out, wanting to feel him slip inside of me, but fortunately for me, Zayn has enough self-restraint for the both of us and pulls back, wrapping his arms back around me.
“York, get on your damn knees and fuck our girl’s beautiful pussy with your mouth, before I lose my mind and slide my dick inside her cunt,” Zayn grinds out.
“Lucky that’s exactly what I was planning on doing, you overbearing shit,” York grumbles, but he grins devilishly as he sinks to his knees, hooks both of my legs over his shoulders and fucks me with his tongue just like Zayn ordered him to do.
“That’s it, Pen, ride his face,” Zayn whispers in a sexy-as-fuck drawl that makes my toes curl just as much as York’s expert tongue. Zayn’s thick arms support my weight so that I’m literally sitting on York’s shoulder’s in a reverse cowgirl move and York secures me in place grabbing my arse cheeks in his large hands as he encourages me to ride his face, growling in appreciation as I follow his lead and do exactly that. I’ve never experienced anything so fucking hot. Actually, that’s a lie, because every sexual encounter with my men so far has been fucking molten-lava, volcanic,hot.
Whilst York strives to bring me to another mind-blowing orgasm with his expert tongue, Zayn uses my lower back and the flat of his palm to create the perfect friction for his cock.
“Kiss me,” he orders, before reaching around to cup my face and dragging my head to the side, claiming my mouth just as much as York claims my pussy. Seconds later I fall apart, my pussy convulsing and pulsing as York laps at my juices and Zayn’s hot seed spurts over my lower back.
Ten minutes later, we climb under the bed covers, clean, satiated and utterly exhausted in the best possible way. Lying down in the center of the bed, York climbs in behind me wrapping his body around me as he presses a kiss against my cheek, snuggling in close.
“I fucking love you, Titch.”
My fingers slide over his forearm, tangling with his fingers as I draw his arm tighter around me. “I love you too, York.”
He sighs, buries his face in my hair and in less than a minute has fallen into a deep sleep.
“Hey, you prick. I wanted to be the big spoon,” Zayn complains, but quickly quietens when I raise my finger and press it against my lips indicating that York has passed out cold. “Look at him, sleeping like a baby.”
“Shhh. He was shot, you know,” I say with a soft smile.
“He was shotat. Big difference,” Zayn quips, climbing into bed.
I reach up with my free hand and encourage him to come closer, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “There will be plenty of opportunities for you to be the big spoon,” I offer with a sweet smile, relishing the thought.
He pulls a face. “You reckon? I think we’re gonna need a fucking rota or something because these bastards are gonna test my patience with their alpha bullshit. You were alwaysminefirst,” he grumbles with a slanted smile.
“Yeah, but she’soursnow,” York mutters, half asleep. I smother Zayn’s response with another kiss and York’s soft snore tells us both that he’s fallen back under.
“See. Even in his sleep the bastard has to have the last word.”
“We’ll figure this out… together.Allof us,” I say.
Zayn flicks his gaze to York and grins. “Yeah, together,” he agrees.
And that’s how I fall asleep, with York’s arms wrapped around my back, Zayn’s soft breaths feathering against my skin and hope blooming in my heart.
