“Eyes, love.”
She jerked her head back to center.
Miles held an intense look, his gaze grabbing onto hers again and not releasing it as he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her empty and gasping. Needy. She was so close to coming again.
Two seconds later, he lifted her and settled her over Griffen’s cock, lining it up with her ass.
She moaned, her arms flinging forward to grasp onto Miles’ shoulders.
He watched her face closely while he slowly lowered her. “Let him in, love. Let him fill you.”
And then she was seated, Griffen’s cock stretching her ass so totally she gasped. She squeezed Miles’ shoulders tighter.
Without saying a word, both men gripped her at the waist and turned her until Griffen sat in a normal position on the couch, his cock buried in her tight hole, his feet planted on the ground, his hands under her knees, holding her open wide.
Just as she thought she would tumble forward, Miles was in front of her. She planted her hands flat on his pecs as he repeated his command. “Watch me, love, the entire time. Watch me while I fuck you.”
And then he bent his knees, lined up his cock, and thrust into her pussy.
Rebecca screamed around the intrusion, so full, so complete. Fleetingly she wondered how women who only had one man ever fully enjoyed sex.
“You okay, baby?” Griffen asked against her ear.
She moaned in response, her eyes fluttering, the need to close her lids and just feel warring with the desire to obey Miles’ wish that she look into his eyes.
He gripped her chin and held her gaze. “Watch me, and I’ll give you what you want. Stop and I’ll stop too.”
She swallowed. His words were so sexy. Her pussy gripped at his cock. Her ass tightened over Griffen’s. She knew he was affected when he squeezed her knees and pulled them wider.
Her position was precarious. Her feet hung in the air. The only thing keeping her upright was her hands on Miles’ chest.
And he didn’t disappoint her. He moved. And he moved well. At first he thrust in and out of her, making her aware of the thin sheath between her pussy and her ass as his cock stroked against Griffen’s.
“I could come from that alone,” Griffen mumbled.
So could she.
But Miles had other ideas, and he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off Griffen several inches, only to set her back down as he thrust in and out again.
The overload was instantaneous. “I’m gonna come.” She gripped the flat plane of his chest, trying to get a better purchase.
Somehow she managed to hold Miles’ gaze, knowing he would stop if she didn’t, and it felt so fantastic she wasn’t about to take that risk.
“Go ahead, baby. Come. We want to feel it.”
She shattered at Griffen’s words, her entire body stiffening. Her legs shot out straight as she tried to hold herself upright to avoid collapsing against Miles. Even though neither man touched her clit, it pulsed in conjunction with the tight rhythmic squeeze on their cocks.
So full.
So fucking incredible…
Chapter Eighteen
The sun was bright when Rebecca opened one eye. She didn’t move a muscle yet, afraid she would be stiff and sore after the number of positions and orgasms she’d succumbed to for two days and nights.
She was alone in the bed, but immediately Miles spoke into her head. “You awake finally, love?” She could hear him chuckle even.
“Mmm,” she replied, not fully committed to the idea of being actually awake.
“Love that sound you make, baby. We’re on the front porch. It’s nice out. There’s finally a breeze today,” Griffen informed her.
“Mmm,” she repeated, still not moving. Finally she stretched out to her full length and turned onto her back. Not bad. She might live.
Both men chuckled again into her head.
“Sore, baby?” Griffen asked.
“Mmm.” Truth was she felt perfect—sated, stiff, but the good kind of sore.
“Come outside. There’s coffee,” Miles communicated. “However, as much as I love seeing your naked ass and gorgeous tits, put something on. We have eyes out here. I’m not into sharing.”
Reality weaseled its way back into her mind. Right. There were men patrolling, watching the house. Not just men. Shifters.
Rebecca hauled herself off the bed, a sly grin spreading across her face as she tugged the sheet with her, wrapped it around her body, and padded to the front of the house.
She noticed there was a board over the broken window now. When had that happened? She had been sound asleep through nailing?
She stepped onto the porch, and both men sucked in a breath.
Miles snagged her first, tugging her into his lap. His lips were on hers so fast, she didn’t have time to think. When he released her mouth, his gaze was hungry. “That is not clothes, love.”