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“Shit,” he hissed. “You’re strangling my dick.”
Ava gasped her response. “No, you’re just super-sized.” Even talking made her pussy clamp down and Bryce’s response was immediate and without hesitation. The thrust of his hips and arch of his neck pressed him deeper into her. Ava cried out, riding the knife-edge of pain and pleasure.
“This is gonna be over quick,” Bryce ground out between clenched teeth. “But I’ll get you there.” He slid his hand forward, pressing his thumb against her clit and she shuddered, spasming around his girth.
“Not yet,” Cole soothed, running his fingertips down her sides to her arse. He kissed a soft line up her throat to her ear, his movements slow and sensual. He bit down on her lobe and whispered, “Relax, sexy. Lean forward and let me prep you properly.”
She planted her hands on either side of Bryce’s broad shoulders and held her weight on stretched arms, her pussy fluttering around the massive shaft impaling her. Cool lube-covered fingers slid down her arse to her hole and rubbed. Sparks of sensation ricocheted through her. Ava shivered and moaned when Cole pressed inside, pausing to let her adjust before quickly adding a second finger. The heat of his body pressed against hers and the slow slide of Bryce’s cock in her pussy made her gasp for more. Cole obliged, sinking in deeper. The stretch increased, the feeling of fullness too, but there was no burn.
He did something then, rotated his finger and pressed against the thin wall between her arse and pussy, and Ava’s back arched. Bryce cried out, his cock flexing inside her. The chuckle from behind was low and rough, and Cole kept going, stretching her, twisting his fingers, and adding a third until she was panting and desperate. Bryce wasn’t faring any better either, his jaw clenched tight as his movements became jerky.
“I’m ready,” she cried in frustration. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Cole soothed, but then his fingers were gone and the emptiness in his wake left her bereft.
This was it.
She needed to be connected to them. Joined.
She wanted to share this moment with them—even if it was the only time they were together. She needed them both.
The tearing of the foil packet was like a siren’s call to Ava. Her taut muscles relaxed, and Cole hummed as he pet her back soothingly.
“That’s it, sexy. Nice and relaxed.” Bryce sat up in a crunch and licked her nipple, distracting her as he spread his legs wider and planted his feet on the bed. “Stay right there, Bryce,” Cole instructed. More lube, and then the press of Cole’s cock against her entrance. Ava arched back, inviting him inside her, and moaned as he pushed forward. The stretch and burn were intense. She cried out, but not from pain. Cole stilled until she rocked her hips, trying to take more of him inside. He pushed forward slowly, and the burn returned. “I’m in,” he breathed, his voice tight. “I’ll go slow for the rest.”
“That was just the tip?” Ava squeaked.
“Yeah, sexy, it was. You’re doing so well. So fuckin’ hot. I wish you could see how hot you look taking both of us. So tight too.”
“Take a photo,” she gasped, wanting to be able to see the evidence of them inside her as well as feeling it. Bryce shuddered and moaned, the jerk of his hips a telling sign of just how much he liked that idea.
Bryce reached up, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and handed it to Cole. She heard the artificial click of the camera and the thud as it landed on the bed next to her.
His hands landed on her hips once more and Cole thrust forward achingly slowly, her nerve endings firing. She was filled to bursting, but she needed them to move. To take her to heaven. She was being carried away, riding a high. She was up among the stars, her company comets and constellations that burned her up inside with ecstasy so great she never wanted the ride to end.
They moved in counterpoint. On Bryce’s upstroke, Cole pulled out, and then they swapped. Their grunts and moans, the catch of breath, and whispered encouragement took her higher with every passing moment.
Ava reached back, wrapping her hand around Cole’s sweaty nape as he buried his face in her neck. Her breasts bounced as they kept up the steady momentum, not too fast or rough but enough that with every stroke they lifted her, rocking her closer to the precipice. Bryce shifted his hands, one cupping her breast and teasing her nipple, the other sliding down to her clit.
Her channel spasmed, clenching tight as the orgasm crashed over her. Like waves curling and washing ashore, the ebb and flow of nirvana pulsed through her, turning her bones to noodles and her voice to a hoarse rasp. Ava cried out over and over again as they took what they needed, quickening their pace until there were twin shouts in the air.
Boneless, Ava collapsed forward, landing on firm, sweaty muscles on the broadest chest she’d ever known. Warmth surrounded her, the sound of Bryce’s heartbeat steadying her as their lips on her shoulder, hair, and face and fingertips on her skin settled the desire burning within from the raging wildfire it had been only moments earlier to embers.
Eight
Bryce
H
e woke with an octopus wrapped around him, pinning him in place. Dressed, Ava was a vision. Naked, she was a goddess. One of the kinds the ancient Greeks and Romans would have carved marble statues of. But the heavy arm that lay across his belly wasn’t hers. It was Cole’s. Behind her, Cole’s arm encircled them both, keeping them tucked to his side.
The man was an enigma, and one that was far too easy to lose his head over. Barely twenty-four hours ago, Bryce was standing at Sydney Airport waiting for his flight. Since then, he’d broken every rule. The ones his parents had taught him when he was a kid—don’t talk to strangers and don’t accept rides from strangers—to the ones he’d made for himself—don’t have a taste because once you’ve had some, you’ll want it all.
His instincts had been right.
One kiss from the man, one touch that was less than platonic, and everything in Bryce settled. He really was pansexual. He’d popped that cherry and now he was going to have to try to fit the genie back in the bottle. Or however the saying went.
“I can hear you thinking from here,” Cole mumbled, shifting to his elbow. He ran his fingers over Ava’s hair, and added, “Want to talk about it?”
