Page 119 of Rising Heat

This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

“Please…” My voice is wrecked, barely mine. “Please…please let me come.”

I feel my whole body tensing around them, contracting as the pressure continues to build low in my belly.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Darcy.”

Mack scrapes his teeth against my shoulder, completely feral as he snaps his hips.

“Come with me, baby.” Tyler presses a kiss to the back of my head. “Be the good little slut I know you are.”

Their voices pull at me from opposite sides, completely overwhelming me as they continue pounding into me. My orgasm builds with every thrust of their slick bodies as we rock together in unison.

“Please, please, pleaseee Mack, let me come on your cock, sir⁠—”

Mack draws my body flush to his and my clit finds the friction it needs.

“I love fucking you,” he whispers.

“You’re perfect,” Tyler praises from behind.

My mouth falls open.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” I cry, the orgasm tearing through me harder than anything I’ve ever felt.

Mack’s grip on my thigh tightens as he seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my chants and grunting against my lips as he chases his own release. A heartbeat later, he jerks twice before I feel him pulse inside me, following me over the edge.

Behind us, Tyler’s arms tighten around me as he follows with a ragged groan that sends another shiver racing through me.

“Fuuuck…Darcy.”

I lean my forehead against Mack’s shoulder and giggle as we all come down from whatever fucking planet of high that was, collapsing onto the couch. Mack presses soft kisses to my head and shakes with his own quiet amusement. Tyler kisses the back of my neck, running his fingers down my back.

We exist there, basking in the afterglow of our glorious filth.

I stare at the ceiling.

Okay. So that happened.

Body

comprehensively wrecked. Ten out of ten, no notes.

Brain

offline. Rebooting. Please stand by.

The morning light has gone fully gold through the windows, catching dust motes drifting overhead, and I’m fairly certain every bone in my body has quietly agreed to clock out for the day. Putting myself back together feels like something Future Darcy can worry about.

I can hear Mack’s heartbeat under my cheek—steady, unhurried, exactly like him. Tyler’s thumb drifts back and forth against my hip without any apparent thought behind it.

This is temporary.

This is fun, exactly what I needed, and also temporary.

The ceiling offers no counterargument.

Mack’s hand moves through my hair again, smoothing it back from my face in one slow pass before settling there without making a thing of it. I close my eyes.