Page 318 of Breathe Like Hell

With Micah’s strong hand on my shoulder, and Mason’s on the back of my head, I sank to my knees, both of them towering over me. A pathetic moan cascaded from my lips when Micah lowered his waistband and exposed his heavy cock—like Mason’s.

My eyes went between them as I grasped their erections, one in each hand.

Their matched statures, tall and muscular, heaving chests while I knelt…

“I told you to suck,” Micah growled, some form of evil adoration shading his expression. Dominant reverence, dark love.

I leaned up, tongue lapping over the angry head of Micah’s dick, then Mason’s, then their hips were pressing closer together, cocks rubbing, both of them gliding over my tongue, stretching my lips.

“There you go,” Mason gritted out, threading his fingers through my hair and angling my head so he could thrust roughly into my throat. “That’s it.”

My fingers circled Micah’s thick shaft tighter, stroking and twisting.

Mason released me, his wet cock sliding free so I could pump him while swallowing Micah. Violent arousal was blooming behind my hips, hooking on my ribs and tugging with each staggered breath.

I rubbed my slick lips on their swollen tips, tongue swirling around and in between, lapping at clear drops of precum. Masculine noises of pleasure and aggression poured over me with their thick kapnos, aching and pulsing deep in my core.

I looked up at them through my eyelashes, watching them make out with each other above me. It was messy and indulgent, tongues lashing and tangling, mouths open and pressed hungrily together, exhales shattering on wet lips. Muscular arms and chests, the seize of their abs, the jerk of their cocks against each other, throbbing in my mouth.

They kissed how they fucked. Like they were fighting.

I sucked and choked and licked and squeezed.

Their scents completely overwhelmed me.

Micah looked down at me, teeth gritted, sucking in a breath as his hand joined Mason’s on the back of my skull. He was thrusting his hips, invading my mouth, owning my throat, the look in his eyes utterly wild. His pupils were blown wide and dark.

“Fuck, Masters,” he hissed. “You want this cum?”

I barely got a chance to nod before he was orgasming in my mouth, his head tossed back with pleasure, liquid dripping down my chin.

The sight of Micah climaxing was erotic enough to send Mason there himself, his cum striping across my cheeks and lips, all three of us moaning. Micah had me on my feet before I could process what was happening, dragging his tongue up my cheek while Mason kissed me sloppily, his tongue sweeping down to catch the cum on my chin. It was a blur of heavy breathing and greedy tongues licking my skin clean of their orgasms.

And then I was being put on my back on the bed.

“Your turn,” Mason said, eyes tracing the length of my body.

My thighs were spread helplessly open and trembling, the intimate place between them caught in the ravenous crosshairs of both men. The place where I was wettest, humiliatingly visible to them both.

Micah pushed a finger inside of me as both of them crouched between my legs.

“Fucking soaked,” he mumbled. “Making a mess everywhere.”

He leaned down and gave me a very thorough lick, his tongue flat on my swollen pussy, pulling urgent gasps from my mouth with practiced ease.

“Move,” Mason said, his broad shoulders joining Micah’s in holding me wide open.

And then his mouth was there, too.

Two hot tongues swirling around my pussy, flicking over my needy clit.

They were making out with each other, making out with my pussy, licking and sucking and kissing until there was no distinction between any of the wet sensations flickering over my aroused flesh.

Saliva and my own wetness trickled down towards my ass, everything dripping. There were hands on my thighs and my hips, pinning me down, voracious mouths assaulting my clit, skilled tongues pushing inside of me.

I was going to come.

I was going to come so fucking fast.