Page 388 of Rogue Riders Duet

I can’t answer. I’m barely breathing.

But every word drips into me as every thrust from Finn makes my thighs shake. He’s deeper now but still moving slowly while murmuring soft praise under his breath.

He fills me so deeply, I swear I can taste the edge of it in the back of my throat.

“Finn.” I gasp.

“What’s wrong? You all right?” he asks, stopping his slow thrusts.

“Don’t stop.” I reach up to my shoulder and use touch to find his wrist, encircling it and squeezing desperately. “It feels so good. Please, don’t stop. Fuck my ass, Finn.”

All three of them groan in unison as if I said something dirty, but I can’t even replay what I just said because Finn starts his rhythm up again, and Luc grabs my chin and kisses me once more, his tongue chasing mine like he’s starving.

Mason’s pace picks up, his hands gripping Luc’s hips tighter, driving into him harder now, making the slap of skin on skin echo through the room. Luc’s moans mix with mine, our bodies rocking in tandem.

We’re a mess of moans, sweat, and heat.

Finn’s breath brushes the back of my neck as he sinks impossibly deeper. One hand slides along my spine, while the other brushes the scar on my hip with a fingertip. “You sure you’re good, Al? We don’t have to go any further today if you’re starting to hurt⁠—”

“I’m good.” I gasp, pressing back, chasing the stretch. “I’m not going to break, Finn. Please give me more.”

Mason murmurs, “You ready to take Luc, too, Bambi?”

My heart slams against my ribs, but I nod before the word even catches up. “Yes.”

Mason hums like he expected that. “Greer, on the bed. Let’s give her the setup.”

Finn shifts, pulling my upper body up before guiding me down onto the bed with him. He settles onto his back, careful to stay buried inside me as I follow his motion, legs splayed wide, arms drawn behind me, my palms pressed to his chest for balance.

It’s not quite reverse cowgirl—my thighs are wide open, not straddling him—but the position lets his cock glide impossibly deep, stretching me in ways that have me shaking, and I can feel wetness dribbling down my pussy.

Fuck, this is all so damn hot.

I pant, glancing over my shoulder. “Is this okay for you?”

Finn’s head falls against the pillow, eyes half-lidded, lips parted on a groan. “I’m so deep inside your ass, baby girl, I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.” His hands glide possessively along my hips, anchoring me against him. “So yeah. This is fucking perfect.”

“Don’t say stuff like that,” I mutter, trying to breathe through the delicious pressure, the fullness making me dizzy. Luc chuckles darkly, and I catch the motion of Mason pulling out of him. Then Luc shifts forward and onto the bed, kneeling between my thighs.

He grips my chin, rough and tender all at once. “Still sure you’re good to take us both, Petite?”

“Yes,” I whisper, already trembling again. “Please. Fuck me while Finn fucks my ass.”

Finn groans behind me. “Jesus, Alaina. Since when do you have such a dirty-fucking-mouth?”

“She learned from the best.” Luc’s lips brush mine. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little chatte while he wrecks your ass, and Mason rails the fuck outta me. It’s gonna be a full-throttle four-way fuckfest.”

Mason snorts behind him. “What the hell, baby?”

“Delacroi…” Finn starts, probably to tell him to shut the fuck up, but then Luc pushes his hips forward and drives into me with one smooth thrust.

Holy shit.

Finn chokes on a groan. “F-fuck, she just got so much tighter.”

My body shudders against them, against the two cocks that are stretching and filling every inch of me now. The sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way, my eyes fluttering closed. My nipples ache for touch, and my heart hammers so hard I can feel it in my throat. Reaching up, my hands curl into Finn’s muscles, desperate for something to grip as every nerve fires.

I let out a pathetic whine, and Luc grips my breast in answer, letting his thumb glide over the nipple. Each inch of him slipping deeper tightens me around Finn, and I gasp, my breath catching in my chest.