Page 132 of Kylie

“Come for us,” Gage growled in my ear, his strong hands kneading my breasts.

Travis’s tongue was relentless in its pursuit of my orgasm. This time, I rode out the sensations as they built. Higher. Higher still. And then there I was, at the pinnacle, holding on, unwilling to let go because I didn’t want it to stop. I thought for a second I could linger there forever, but Travis proved me wrong when he pushed one thick finger inside me.

A tsunami of pleasure rushed over me, knocking me off the razor-sharp edge. The freefall was glorious as the orgasm raced through every cell, every molecule.

I was boneless, unable to hold myself up.

That didn’t seem to bother Travis or Gage because the next thing I knew, the water was off and the three of us were in our bed. They must’ve dried me off at some point, but I didn’t remember. My brain was hazy, my body sated for the first time in forever. I propped myself up on the pillows, still attempting to catch my breath while the two of them touched me, gently, reverently.

I didn’t halt their ministrations, but I had motives of my own, wanting to drink them in, to admire their big, hard bodies as they gravitated toward one another. It was just like it had been before. Their focus on me, but their desire for one another was a living, breathing thing that made it impossible for them to avoid the inevitable.

When Travis grabbed the back of Gage’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss, I stared unabashedly. They looked so good together. So right.

They moved, lifting up onto their knees so that they weren’t hovering directly over me. I could see them better like this, so I watched, admiring every inch of them.

Wanting to be part of it, I sat up, sliding my hands over their backs. The initial touch had them pulling apart, but I solved that problem by urging them with my hands, gently nudging them closer until they were once again liplocked.

Eager to explore, I took the opportunity to let my hands wander. My palms grazed hard muscle, crisp hair, smooth skin as I touched them. I took my time, but as though they had a mind of their own, my hands sought their cocks. When I started stroking them both at the same time, their mouths separated, and their full attention shifted back to me.

Sitting back on their haunches, I had them right where I wanted them. In the palm of my hands.

“Fuck, baby,” Travis hissed, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pumping in my fist.

Lifting my gaze, I met his and then Gage’s. “I want to feel you inside me. Both of you.”

Travis gripped my wrist, halting my hand mid-stroke.

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I was once again on my back, both of them hovering over me as they relaxed on each side of me.

“Tonight, we’re gonna take it slow,” Travis said, his tone leaving little room for argument.

“I don’t want slow.”

“It’s been a really long time,” Gage whispered, his lips grazing my shoulder.

“So?”

“We don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I countered, although I wasn’t sure that was true. Taking them both at the same time was likely an impossibility at this point. It had been a long time. And Travis’s thick finger had been the only thing to enter my body in a lifetime.

“I want to watch,” Travis said. “Let me watch the two of you together.”

That was his compromise, I knew. He was replacing what I had asked for with something equally as satisfying. It was just one of many selfless acts Travis had performed in an effort to give me whatever I needed.

Both men stared down at me, so much love in their eyes it was nearly enough to trigger the waterworks. I didn’t want them to think I would break if they touched me.

“Fine,” I conceded because I had no choice. I was a rubber band stretched to its max, moments from snapping. I needed this. Needed them. I was finally at a good place, both physically and mentally. And it had been so long. Too long.

As though he’d been waiting for my permission, Gage moved, his big body covering mine, his thighs spreading my legs wide as he settled where we both wanted him.

His eyes remained locked with mine for what felt like an eternity as he guided himself right where I needed him. When the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, I relaxed, sliding my fingers into the hair at his nape and pulling him down to me. His mouth met mine as he began to push inside me. Slowly. Inch by delectable inch, he filled me. To my surprise, there was no pain. His cock stretched me, the slight discomfort quickly morphing into something pleasant, something mind-numbing. I continued to kiss him until the pleasure detonated, making me gasp.

Dropping my head to the pillow, I put my hands on his shoulders, urging him up. I wanted to watch as he filled me.

He knew what I needed because he shifted up onto his knees, his attention joining mine at the place where our bodies were joined.

I heard Travis’s deep inhale from beside me, but I didn’t look over, too engrossed in the sensation to do anything more than feel. And that was what I did for the next few minutes as Gage moved, pumping his hips, pushing in deep, retreating, the slick heat of my arousal easing his way. He fucked me like that for the longest time, his cock tunneling over nerve endings that hadn’t been stimulated in so long.