The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(123)

The lube trickled down her crack. He smoothed it with two fingers over her anus, which itched pleasantly as he rubbed.

“Rock her on you,” Trey said to Zane. “She needs to be more relaxed.”

Zane rocked, and she couldn’t help moaning. She might be nervous, but—God—she wanted this. Her body craved an orgasm. Satisfied with the change Zane’s small motions had effected, Trey positioned his cock to enter her.

“I’ll only give you what you can take,” he said.

Taking him was easier than she expected, perhaps because they’d prepared her, or maybe she simply trusted Trey that much. He pressed into her, all the way, with only a few back and forth attempts.

“God,” he said, one arm around her waist while the other still gripped the rail. His body trembled with excitement. “You okay?”

“More than,” she said breathlessly.

Both her passages were throbbing, both stretched and hot and electrified. A current seemed to pass in waves between the men’s erections. She was nearly too full, but she loved the sensation. Surrendering to it, she reached back to hold Trey’s head.

The pads of Zane’s fingers dug deeper into her cheeks. “I can feel him,” he said, sounding awed by the realization. “The pressure of him in you is pressing me.”

His face bent toward her as she looked up. Sweat glittered on his brow and his knotted jaw, his gaze intense with emotion. That she was the only woman they’d done this with moved her.

“I like being taken by both of you,” she said, arousal shaking the words. “I love having the pair of you in me.”

Zane slid one hand from her ass to the key that dangled between her breasts. “You’re ours, Rebecca. You belong to both of us.”

She believed him. The wonder of it drew tears into her eyes.

Zane’s lips curved when he saw. “We’ll be careful with you, sweetheart.”

Trey kissed her shoulder from behind.

“You move,” Zane said to him. “If we both thrust, we might hurt her.”

Zane trusted Trey that much too. She gasped at his first cautious movement, unable to believe how good it felt. Talk about electric. A net of sensation she hadn’t known existed suddenly connected her pussy, ass, and vulva.

She couldn’t speak. She could only groan.

Trey thrust in again slowly.

Zane liked that, gasping and grinding close.

“Jesus,” Trey said. “I think I just . . . felt your dick get bigger.”

“Go in again,” Zane said. “God, she’s so fucking wet.”

She was at their mercy: held up, pleasured, titillated from her ears to her curling toes by the men’s actions. For a while, Trey went in and out by himself, but before too long Zane couldn’t remain passive. He didn’t pump, only moved enough to savor the squeezing tightness of her pussy.

“Bring her over,” he said to Trey, his face twisting with pleasure. “I want to feel her clamp on my cock.”

She cried out as two of Trey’s fingers searched out her clitoris. He rubbed the hood over it, up and down, side to side, naturally not shy about touching Zane in the process. She felt the men swell harder.

She couldn’t resist what that stirred in her. Her head went back, and the ache in her sex flashed hot. She came so hard it felt like her moan was kicked from her.

“Shit,” Zane gasped, finding that too stimulating for his control.

“I’ll . . . stop,” Trey offered, his teeth grinding. “You go ahead and pump.”

Zane grabbed the permission like it would save his life.

“Ah,” he cried, pulling back and plunging deep. “Ah, ah—” He held on for five more strokes, for ten. Then he simply seized with pleasure, his gorgeous mouth shaping out a silent fuck. His cock jerked and shot inside her, her weight held up by his pelvis’s final dramatic lift.

Feeling him go like that was amazing. He took a while to slide back from the peak.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his cheek next to hers. “Trey.” His hand stroked up Trey’s bicep.

“I’m good,” Trey rasped. As if to prove it, his fingers resumed their stroking of her clit. “Can you come again, honey?”

She nodded, not up to speaking then.

“Good.” He pulled back and forged in with a pleasured growl. “I want you to go with me.”

She was swimming inside, so excited she could hardly stand to wait. Zane grunted as Trey slung in, firming up a bit inside her. She wondered if he might come again as well. As Trey thrust with increasing speed, she clutched Zane’s shoulders, her fingernails surely pricking him.

“Yes,” Trey said, registering her rise in tension. “Yes, honey, go for me.”