Her men tugged her legs apart, each throwing the weight of one thigh over hers to hold her open.
When both their hands landed at her entrance, spreading her lower lips apart, she groaned. “Jesus,” she muttered. “It’s too much.” She squirmed against the driving need, certain she would implode at any second and cease to exist.
“Fuck,” Trace whispered. “Amazing.”
She tried to meet his gaze, grasp what he was referring to. But her head wouldn’t turn to obey her mind’s commands.
They sat up, freeing their other arms.
Her nipples met with sharp pain simultaneously. She threw her arms forward to push the men off her offended tips, but she wasn’t coordinated or strong enough.
And besides, after the initial shock of the tight pinch subsided, her arousal shot up ten notches. Her legs shook under their firm control.
“I need her. Now.” Keegan’s voice came from far away. And then he was there, between her legs, his cock at her entrance. Almost before she fully registered this, he thrust into her.
She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted with his movements, her eyes fluttering rapidly, making it difficult to see him clearly.
Keegan held steady deep inside her.
Heaven.
Trace shuffled from her side to her head. He lifted her shoulders and settled her against one of his thighs.
As she reached for Keegan’s biceps, she inhaled sharply of the heady scent of Trace’s arousal.
Twisting her face to his cock didn’t help.
A deep breath in made her lick her lips. Her gaze narrowed on his length, the tip dripping with precome. She wiggled her way closer so she could lick a line up his shaft.
Trace grabbed her chin. “Baby, God. Your mouth.”
“Please. I want to taste you.” She never wanted anything so badly in her life. Not once before now would she have contemplated giving a man a blow job. Now it seemed his come was a necessary life-force. If she didn’t have him, swallow his essence, breathe in the base of his cock, she wouldn’t live another day. “Trace. I need you in my mouth,” she stated louder.
Keegan pulled out. “Fuck me.”
She gasped at the loss, her eyes shooting open wide.
“Flip over, hon.” He grabbed her waist and did the work of his words without her help.
And then she was on her hands and knees. Keegan immediately lined up with her pussy again from behind and thrust back into her, jarring her forward with the power of his movement.
Her head bumped into Trace’s belly. And then she reached out her tongue, so close to his cock, and took her first taste. Salty and sweet. Drugging. Debilitating her with his flavor. Without a second thought, she lowered her mouth and sucked him in deep and hard.
“Holy mother of God,” Trace shouted. His hands gripped her shoulders, easing her off him.
Judging by his tone, she didn’t think he was in pain or dissatisfied, so she repeated the action at the same time Keegan thrust into her again.
She moaned around Trace’s shaft, sucking harder, deeper, as if her life depended on tasting as much of him as possible.
His cock hit the back of her throat, the taste of his come filling her mouth as it leaked from the tip.
She hollowed her cheeks, wringing his cock.
His grip tightened. “I’m going to come, baby. Let me go.”
Like hell she was going to let him go. She made sure he knew it by curling her lips under her teeth and forcing him against the back of her throat.
His body jerked as his cock pulsed hard, his come splashing down her esophagus in streams of his essence.
As she swallowed every drop of him, desperate to make sure none of his flavor escaped, Keegan’s fingers landed on her clit, rubbing, teasing, pressing. Merciless in their torture.
He pounded into her faster, harder than she’d experienced in any of their previous union s.
Then again, if they felt half the need she was experiencing, she understood his total loss of control.
One hand gripped her hip. The other flicked her clit.
She came unexpectedly this time, her mind not registering until it was upon her. Her thighs gripped Keegan’s legs as he thrust one final time and groaned out his own release deep inside her pussy.
When they were both sated, she finally let Trace’s cock slip from her lips. The darn shaft hadn’t lost its erection. There would be another round. Soon.
And damned if she wanted anything else.
She snuggled between her men as they fell into a comfortable pile. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
“For letting you suck my cock?” Trace teased, stroking her belly idly.
“For being so thoughtful. For caring to make me feel at home here.”
“Anytime, honey.” Keegan’s hand firmed on her hip. “Always.”