Page 74 of Fighting For It


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Oz forced Graham’s head up. “You can have Luna next,” Oz said. “If you can make me come.”

Wowza. I squeezed my thighs together to try to fight the throb. My fingers itched to slide between my legs. To stroke myself while I watched Graham on his knees in front of Oz.

I rolled up onto one elbow, partly to get a better view, but just as much to make it easier to resist the need pulsing under my skin.

The groans that filled the room drove me wild. The pleasure on both of their faces. The way Graham’s cock hung hard and eager between his legs. The way Oz slammed against his face.

Oz’s grunts said he was close. He let out a long sighing shudder, and stopped.

The way Graham looked up at him, eyes wide, chin wet, as if he needed permission, clenched around my chest and made me want to be a part of that sandwich.

Tilting Graham’s head, Oz gave him a soft kiss. “She’s all yours.”

Graham rolled a condom on, scooted my butt toward him, and knelt between my legs. The heat and glazed look on his face probably reflected my own.

The way he slid inside me was both a relief, and not nearly enough to sate my roaring desperation.

Oz moved closer, dragging a thumb over my bottom lip. “My gorgeous little cock slut. Does he feel different than me?”

“Yes. Longer, but not thicker. He can still make me come hard, though.”

Oz lowered himself to brush his lips over mine. “He’d better.” He lowered his mouth to one nipple, and I arched into his mouth when he scraped his teeth over the tender skin before sucking hard.

Graham pounded inside me with reckless abandon, slamming harder and faster. From the sounds he was making, he wouldn’t last long.

Oz dipped his fingers between my legs, stroking my clit, teasing me, easing off every time my breathing grew shorter.

When Graham reached that point where he was all fast grunts, Oz pushed me harder, drawing me into the longest, most delicious climax. I clenched around Graham, milking him as he came. Squeezing tight and savoring every inch of him deep inside me.

The rest of the world didn’t exist as we slowed to a stop. The only thing here were my guys. Sweet. Protective. Utterly fuckable.

Oz cleaned me up, and Graham stayed curled around me while Oz changed out the comforter. Apparently that big wet spot was my fault. I didn’t have the brainpower to ask when Oz had become so comfortable changing the bedding in Graham’s apartment.

We all squeezed into the bed, and Oz pulled me into him.

Graham pressed into my back, trailing his fingers through my hair. “God, you’re so stunning.”

“Hmm.” Oz’s grunt rumbled through my cheek. “Indeed.”

I ran my fingers through the fine hairs on Oz’s chest, memorizing every sensation. His warmth. The tickles of his chest fuzz. The beat of his heart against my cheek and Graham’s against my back. I could sink into this for a long, long time.

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