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Marcus grabs my shoulder to steady me, supporting me and helping me stay upright as Theo’s tongue rolls over me.
I’m breathing hard, my body humming with arousal, but I manage to look up, catching Ryland’s gaze.
“Come here. Please, I want—”
Theo starts fucking me with his tongue, and I lose all the words I was about to say.
But Ryland gives me what I want anyway, moving forward to kneel in front of me and sitting back on his heels. He got rid of his boxers at some point, and his dick is thick and heavy, jutting out from his body as I lean toward him. I wrap my lips around him, and Ryland lets out a deep groan as my tongue swirls over the broad head of his cock.
Marcus is taking more of my weight now, practically holding me up as I take Ryland deeper into my mouth. Theo keeps changing the tempo and pattern of his tongue as he teases my clit and fucks me with it, and he’s got me balancing on a knife’s edge, right on the verge of flying over the cliff but never quite there.
My body is burning with the need for release, and I take out my frustration on Ryland’s cock. Saliva dribbles down his thick length as I bob my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks as I take him deeper each time.
Theo pulls away from my pussy. He bites down hard on my thigh and murmurs, “Now, Rose.”
His tongue finds my clit again, lashing it in hard strokes, and it’s almost more than my body can take. I shudder from head to toe, my arm nearly giving out as I gasp and moan around Ryland’s cock. Marcus’s grip on my shoulders tightens, and I feel him press a kiss between my shoulder blades as I arch my back, riding out the massive orgasm.
It’s like Theo just gave me several climaxes at once, all built up and unleashed at the exact same time.
I’m panting as the waves of pleasure subside, and I run my tongue over Ryland’s wet cock as I try to catch my breath.
He reaches down to wrap his hand around my wet hair, tilting my head up as he looks down at me. His jaw is tight, the muscles in his neck straining. “Fuck. I want to be inside you. Can you take more?”
I nod, pulling against his hold on my hair to make the gesture as emphatic as possible. I don’t care if I’m sore tomorrow. Hell, I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow.
Tonight, I want everything these men can give me.
Theo grazes his teeth over my thigh one more time before he pulls away, and Ryland releases his grip on my hair and lies back on the bed. Marcus helps me as I crawl forward, and when I’m straddling Ryland, I reach down between us, stroking his thick shaft. Fisting him, I rise up and sink down, enveloping him in my tight channel.
My entire lower half feels swollen and flushed from arousal, and it makes me intensely aware of how thick Ryland is. I can feel every inch of him as he fills me, and I pause when he bottoms out, letting my body adjust to the feel of being stretched by him.
“So good,” I murmur, biting my lower lip.
His hands come to my hips, and I start to roll them gently, riding his dick in small movements and grinding my clit against his pelvis.
Now that I don’t need his help staying upright anymore, Marcus’s hands begin to wander, roaming over my skin and teasing all the most sensitive parts of me.
When his fingers drift down to brush over my clit, I jump. It’s still sensitive, hyperaware of every little touch.
“I’ll go slow, angel,” he promises, massaging the swollen bud gently. “But you’ll want this. It will help loosen you up.”
As he speaks, I feel the warmth of Theo at my back, his fingers trailing down my spine and over the curve of my ass. I clamp down hard around Ryland, making him gr
unt, and Theo chuckles as he dips his hand a little lower, slides a finger through the slick arousal that coats my inner thighs before pressing it into my ass.
“You want this?”
“Yes.”
“You want more than this?”
The teasing note in his voice lets me know he’s already sure of the answer he’s going to get. I nod, too lost in sensation to even give him a snarky reply. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
He kisses my shoulder, pumping one finger in my ass before adding a second. Ryland and I move together in a steady rhythm, and Marcus does exactly what he promised he would, building me slowly back up with slow strokes around my clit.
Only when I start moving my hips faster and fucking Ryland harder does Marcus increase the pressure of his fingertips. My body has been through so much that the build toward release is slower this time, and I’m glad about that.
Because I don’t want to stop doing this. I want to keep moving with the rhythm of my men, feeding pleasure into them and drawing it from them in a perfect loop. I never want to let go of this connection between us, so deep and palpable it might as well be a physical bond that links us.
