Page 124 of Trapped Truth

Knowing Warner has granted his teammate this small modicum of control emboldens me to sink two fingers deep into my cunt. I toss my head back, mewling at the full intrusion.

“Now fuck yourself for us,” Warner commands.

“If you do the same, I will.”

He grins at me, sinking onto the mattress on my other side. I pump the hand between my legs while watching him unbuckle his belt and lower his trousers, freeing the promise of his generous steel.

Warner holds eye contact while wrapping a fist around his proud cock. He doesn’t seem shy even with Blaine here, raptly watching me play with my tight hole. In fact, their attention is intensely coordinated.

I widen my legs farther, teasing them both. My fingers curl where they’re tucked inside my heat, prompting my spine to arch. Touching myself is far hotter when they’re both watching the show.

“I want you to come sit on my cock, Ember.” Warner’s gaze doesn’t stray from where it’s pinned on me.

“Yes… Please.”

“You’re going to make The Phantom here watch while riding me until we both come. Understood?”

Close by, Blaine groans to himself. “Unfair.”

“Deal with it,” Warner snarls.

The testosterone sizzling in the air carries me upright, slicking two soaked digits free from my entrance. I make a point of licking up my mess while moving to straddle Warner, placing a leg on either side of his waist.

He immediately attacks my sports bra, yanking the Lycra up and over my head. As soon as the heavy weight of my breasts fall free, his palms cup each flushed mound.

“Our perfect girl.” He brushes his thumbs over my taut nipples.

With the rough material underneath my bare thighs adding a delicious contrast, I raise my hips to slide a hand downward, fastening around his dick. Warner grunts at the little squeeze I give his shaft.

“Take me, love.”

“You’re mine?” I trail a finger through the pearl of come beading at his tip.

“Yes. Every fibre of me belongs to you.”

“That’s the way I like it.”

His length easily slips inside from this angle, surging into the uppermost depths of my core. We both call out at the rush of endorphins. Waist lifting, I sink back down to take him farther, relishing the deep stretch.

Close to us, the mattress shifts where Blaine kneels. A quick glance unveils him tearing his boxers free until his sexy, tattooed body is fully revealed. I lick my lips as he begins to pump his length, never once looking away from me.

Warner’s hands release my breasts to capture my waist, guiding each shallow thrust. He’s well-placed to piston his hips upward, meeting me stroke for stroke. Our worlds collide, the oxygen shooting from my nostrils in a frenzied whine for more.

“You can touch her, Blaine,” Warner puffs out. “She isn’t going to last long.”

“Asshole,” I moan languidly.

“It’s true. I can feel you clenching around me like a damn glove.”

Sure enough, every corner of my mind and body has turned to liquified ecstasy. All the exhaustion melts away to make room for the unadulterated pleasure stampeding into each individual muscle fibre.

At the feel of body heat crowding my back, my heart beat thunders. Blaine smooths a hand down my spine, tracing the nodules before he delicately strokes my butt cheek. I’m tensed and ready for the sharp spank when it hits.

“Oh, hell! Blaine!”

“Hush, sweetheart. You should be focused on your task.”

Another hit lands on the opposing cheek, adding to the prickles racing outward. I place my hands on Warner’s chest to steady myself. The combination of their touches has a dizzying effect.