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Eli’s hand reaches over and grabs me, ripping me to him. His hand goes to the back of my neck as he kisses me before he moans into my mouth at what Cyrus is doing.

“Take your shirt off,” Eli says, pulling back.

My shirt is now drenched, sticking to me like a second skin, my nipples poking through the thin fabric. I pull it off when I feel Cyrus’s hand run up the inside of my leg, making me shiver.

Eli’s palm rubs over my breast, his eyes watching me as I let out a breathy moan. He chuckles before kissing me and pulling me closer. Cyrus’s hand moves higher as his fingertips trace my panties, making me pull away and look down at him. Eli’s cock is moving between his lips when Eli grips his hair, making him take more of him in his mouth.

I watch as Cyrus’s hand moves up his shaft, stroking the parts of Eli he can’t fit in his mouth. My hand moves down Eli’s chest, and he growls when he sees me run my fingers through Cyrus’s hair. Eli groans loudly, slowing his movements, and I see Eli’s eyes close as he releases into Cyrus’s mouth. Cyrus swallows it, sucking him clean before standing. Eli kisses him, and Cyrus kisses him back, pulling him closer.

Eli’s hand moves down my lower back to my ass and squeezes it, making me gasp.

“Now, can I touch her?” Cyrus asks, and Eli looks at me, his eyes darkening, flickering black.

“If she wants you to,” Eli tells him, pecking his lips.

“Do you want Cyrus to touch you, love?” Eli asks, his face moving to the crook of my neck.

I feel his tongue run over my neck to my ear before he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and I nod.

“Words, Addie…”

“Yes, I want him to touch me.” Shit, I wanted him to do more than touch me.

“Good girl,” Eli says, pulling back and kissing my head.

Cyrus steps closer, pressing his chest against mine. His hands go to my hips as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms going around his neck as he presses me against the cold tiles.

Cyrus kisses me, his tongue playing with mine, and I can taste Eli on his tongue, making me moan into his mouth. I feel his erection pressing against my pussy lips. I roll my hips, wanting him inside me.

Cyrus thrusts his hips upward, his cock moving between my lips and hitting my clit.

“Do you want me inside you?” he whispers, and I roll my hips, grinding myself against his hard length.

“Yes,” my voice a breathy moan.

Eli grips my chin, bringing my lips to his as he kisses me. I feel Cyrus tearing the thin material of my panties before adjusting himself, positioning himself at my core.

His grip on my hips tightens as he sinks his hard length into me, my walls stretching to accommodate his large size as it fills me.

He stills once he fully sheathes himself within my walls. I move my hips. He is big, bigger than Sam; the sparks rushing over my body and within me, though, help the sudden discomfort. I pull back from kissing Eli, and Cyrus rolls my hips against him. Our bodies collide in rhythm as he picks up his pace.

My moans reverberate off the tiled walls as his cock glides in and out, wet with my arousal as I climb higher. His cock is slamming into me, hitting that sweet spot, and my temperature rises as I sit on the edge of my orgasm. Eli’s hand moves between mine and Cyrus’s bodies, his fingertips brushing my clit, rubbing in circular motions, sending me over the edge. My orgasm washes over me in waves as my walls clench around Cyrus’s hard length. His movements become jerky, his grip tightening as he finds his own release, his seed spilling into me as my pussy milks his cock, leaving us both breathless.

Eli grips my throat, his hand tightening around it as he kisses me, his tongue moving between my lips as his tongue tastes every inch. He pulls back, letting me catch my breath. Cyrus lets me go; my feet touch the tiles as his now flaccid cock leaves my body.

I lean on the shower wall, being hit with the overwhelming urge to sleep as my body completely relaxes. I feel a hand move between my legs, my eyes snapping open to Cyrus cleaning me. He pulls me under the stream of water, rinsing the soap off before turning the shower off.

Eli hands me a towel, his arms wrapping around my waist as we walk into the bedroom. He kisses my neck while Cyrus walks into the walk-in.

“We should go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow and have to be up in a few hours.”

I nod, and Cyrus walks out, handing me one of his shirts.

“Hop in bed,” Eli says as I tug the shirt on.

I climb into bed, desperately wanting to drift off into oblivion.

“Middle, Addie,” Eli says, walking over.