Page 230 of Rising Heat

“We almost didn’t make it out of the house in this dress.”

“All the more reason,” Mack says, closer now.

His loosened tie lands somewhere beside my abandoned heels.

Tyler’s hands move over me like he already knows every reaction he’s going to pull from me before I make it. I feel the wetness between my legs already pooling, already aching for both of them, and I instinctively start to grind on his hard length before our clothes have even come off.

“Better hurry up, Ty,” Mack taunts, his hard body against my back now. “Looks like our girl is extra desperate tonight.”

“Just how we like her,” Tyler chuckles. “You needy to come all over your fiancés’ cocks, Trouble?”

God, yes.

The way he says it makes my pussy pulsate.

“Yes,” I sigh.

Mack presses into me harder, pushing my tits forward into Tyler’s face, who then begins to trace them with his tongue.

“Yes, what, baby?”

My head tips back, eyes peering directly up to Mack’s.

“Yes…sir.”

His hand comes around my throat with a growl, keeping my head in place as he leans down, his tongue parting my lips instantly while Tyler slips my arms out of my dress, fully exposing my chest.

He latches onto my nipple and sucks, drawing a hiss from my mouth without breaking my kiss with Mack. Then Tyler’s jutting his hips forward while I continue grinding down on him, giving me the friction I’m craving, but it’s still not enough.

I need them both. Everywhere.

Tyler lifts me briefly with one arm to kick off his dress pants while Mack undresses behind me. I slip my dress off over my head before he pulls me back down onto his lap and directly onto his throbbing cock.

I wiggle through that sweet ache of him filling me up until I’m fully settled. He leans back on the mattress, pulling me forward with him so my hands rest on his chest. I hear the sound of lube behind me before Mack’s tip is rubbing against my rear.

I suck in a breath and Tyler captures my mouth as Mack slowly pushes his way through my tight hole.

“Breathe, baby,” his voice gravelly. “We’ve got you.”

I do, even though it takes effort to remember how. I’m so full of them everywhere it hurts in the most satisfying way. And then they begin to move, slow at first, setting a rhythm as their hips pump in and out of me in both directions.

My fingers knot against Tyler’s chest just to keep myself tethered somewhere inside my own body.

“You’re fucking perfect, Darcy,” Tyler murmurs.

“Ty—” I mew.

Mack’s hand slides slowly up my spine then, fingertips dragging lightly against my gooseflesh before one hand settles on my shoulder and he picks up the pace.

“Mason—” I moan, the sensation inside me coiling tighter.

Something in him snaps. He bends over me, catches my jaw, and turns my face toward his, stealing my mouth in a desperate kiss as Tyler keeps me moving with him. Both of them pound into me as my body goes taut, my head moving back and forth between both of them in sloppy tongue kisses until I can barely keep track of anything.

Their voices overlap, and the words push me over the edge.

“Come for us, baby.”

“I wanna feel you dripping down my cock.”