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“Fuck!” I cry, my hips jerking, one hand curling into York’s hair, pulling him close against my chest, whilst the other cups the back of Dax’s head and my hips rise to meet his mouth. Heat builds within my core as I throw my head back and writhe beneath them, a long groan curling out of my mouth like smoke from a cigarette.

“Look at you,” York cries, pulling back and staring at me as his fingers slide between my legs beneath Dax’s lips and tongue. I can’t tell where his fingers start and Dax’s tongue ends. I just feel heat, a blazing beautiful heat as these two men love me with their tongues and their lips, their words and their hands.

“Watch, Titch. Watch how we love you,” York demands, sliding his arm beneath the pillow I’m resting my head on and lifting me up slightly. My eyes trail downwards, my elbows digging into the mattress as I attempt to hold myself upright. I meet Dax’s grey-green gaze, the whole bottom half of his face buried between my legs as his tongue plunges in and out of my core.

“Look at my fingers on your clit and Dax’s tongue deep inside your pussy. Do you like that, Titch?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I pant as they work in tandem, York’s fingers alternate between circling my clit and gently holding my pussy lips apart as Dax licks me between his parted fingers. It’s so fucking hot and I feel the familiar swirling sensation in the pit of my stomach as an orgasm builds.

“I’m going to come,” I pant, throwing my head back and letting out a lust-filled cry as my legs begin to shake, my nipples pebble, and my skin flushes. Prickles of sensation slide down my spine as York groans and Dax talks dirty to me this time.

“Watch me fuck your sweet pussy. Watch us fuckingloveyou,” Dax urges.

I lift my head back up, my chest heaving as I do as he asks.

I watch with lust and love as Dax pushes two thick, tattooed fingers inside of me.

I watch with my heart fucking racing as York’s thumb circles my clit over and over again.

I watch with a cry trapped in my throat as Dax locks eyes with me then sucks York’s glistening fingers into his mouth.

Into his mouth.

The sound that releases from their throats has me quaking, and my core gushing as I come.

I come as Dax deepthroats York’s fingers.

I come so hard that my arms give way and I fall back onto the bed, my spine arched, my toes curled into the bedsheet, a guttural moan ripping out of my throat.

Did I just imagine that? Did Dax just suck my cum of off York’s fingers?

“Fuck! Oh Fuck, that was so… so...” I cry, unable to articulate how turned on I am. How fucking sexy it was to watch.

“Now that is how you tickle a pickle,” York chuckles before leaning over and kissing me roughly. When he finally pulls back, Dax is lying to my left, stroking his large hands over my breasts.

“Do you do that often… Are you...?”

“Gay?” York laughs, then shakes his head. “No. I mean, I love this fucking brute, and I appreciate a good looking guy, but it’s you who makes me hard, Titch. We loveyou.You’re the center of our fucking universe and we just want to turn you the fuck on. Did that turn you on?”

“Yes,” I admit. How could it not? I briefly wonder what else Dax would be willing to put into his mouth and my cheeks flame at the thought.

“Tell us what you want.”

“Right now, I want you to make love to me, York. I need you to do that,” I reply, not brave enough yet to express my deepest fantasies.

“Then that’s what he’ll do,” Dax says, running his lips over the shell of my ear. “And I’m going to watch York fuck you, Kid. I’m going to stroke my cock whilst he does, and when you’re about to come I’m going to slide my finger in your arse. I’m gonna fill you up until you beg us for release, then I’m going to spill my seed all over that beautiful arse of yours,” Dax rumbles between nips and kisses on my neck and ear.

“Oh God,” I blurt out.

York’s gaze darkens. His pupils are so wide that I can barely see the blue that I love so much. “Fuck me, mate, you sure have a way with words,” he jokes, but his voice is thick with lust.

“Zayn’s not the only smooth talker,” Dax replies, grasping my chin before kissing me deeply.

“Hmm, a Titch sandwich. Just what I wanted for breakfast. Which side are you gonna be?”

Dax grins. “I thought I made that clear. I’mbottom.”

We quickly undress each other until Dax and York are as naked as I am. When we’ve been kissing and caressing and exploring each other for what seems like hours, I straddle York’s naked body and position myself above his sheathed cock. We lock eyes, and there’s no question of how York feels for me. None.

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