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But Flynn beat me to it.
He closed his hand around Tristan’s dick and jacked him slowly, swiping up the precum beading at his tip with his thumb. Gathering the glistening liquid on his digit, he brought his finger to Tristan’s lips. Smearing it over his bottom one, Flynn leaned in and licked it away.
My pulse fluttered in my veins, my heart thudding in my chest as I watched my guys love on each other.
Carding his fingers through Tristan’s hair, Flynn pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. Tristan willingly handed over control to him. It was glorious to watch the trust Tristan placed in Flynn blossom. It was a relief too—I knew, without a doubt, that Flynn would never hurt him.
Letting go of Tristan’s hand, I braced myself on his thigh. He cupped my face, then brushed my hair off my shoulder, taking care of me and showing me I was his to love even as he kissed Flynn.
I licked him, tasting his salty precum and humming as I nuzzled his heavy balls with my cheek. Breathing him in, I played with the seam of his sac, teasing him until he was drawn up tight. Moving back to his cock, I took my time, tracing the veins and savouring the teasing drops that had dripped down his straining length.
But I needed Flynn too. I unzipped his white jeans and tugged out his cock. Drawing them together, their cockheads touching, I licked and kissed them, sucking on both their heads. Next, I jacked them off, rubbing their lengths against each other before sucking on Tristan, then Flynn. I kept going, swapping between them until steady streams of precum were dripping from their slits and their breathing was stilted.
I wrapped my lips around Tristan’s crown and slid down his length, savouring his musk until my nose was buried in his short pubes and he was cradled by my throat. I wanted this forever—me on my knees with all the power, and him taking what he needed. I swallowed, and he cried out softly, gasping as I ever so slowly pulled off.
“Up, love,” Tristan begged. “I need you.”
I scrambled to my feet, then he spun me around to face the shelves and blanketed me with his body. His warmth surrounded me, his strength enveloping me as I sank into his embrace. He was gruff and grumpy, and he’d been on the brink of losing it today in class, and yet there was nowhere I felt safer than in his and Flynn’s arms.
“Brace yourself, kitten.”
Flynn fell to his knees, crawling between my spread legs. He kissed a line up my thigh, stopping to lick my essence that was coating my thighs. His soft lips and smooth face were such a contrast to the wall of muscle and rough stubble behind me. But that was how they worked; they were in perfect counterpoint.
Tristan held me tight like he was too scared to let me go now that I was in his arms.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He didn’t answer me right away, instead burying his face in the hair at my nape and breathing long and slow. He trembled around me, but I wasn’t sure whether it was need or emotion driving him. His hard cock was nestled at the small of my back, but when I reached for him, he grasped my wrist, moving my hand to the shelf in front of me.
“Let me take care of you, love.” His voice was low, barely a whisper, but there was an undeniable plea in his tone.
I’d been right. He needed this as much as I did.
He slid his hand up the inside of my hamstring, then followed with his fingers, brushing the plug stretching me. It was ribbed inside, rubbing every nerve ending in just the right way every time I moved. With the barest touch, Tristan lit me up like a Christmas tree, my cunt clenching and a ripple of sensation passing through me. Flynn hummed, the vibration of his voice against my clit ratcheting up my arousal to a whole new level. I breathed hard, biting back a moan as Flynn slid his fingers to my entrance, teasing me with gentle touches as Tristan brushed his fingers over my plug once more.
I was electricity and fire. Sensation. I was already coming apart at the seams. Desperation stole over me, my legs turning to jelly and my cunt clenching hard, begging to be filled.
I cried out, needing more.
“Shh,” Tristan murmured in my ear, sliding his big hand up my back until he flicked open the halter holding the top half of my dress up.
My tits tumbled out, the cold wash of the air-conditioning pebbling my nipples. Tristan palmed my boob. He pinched my nipple, and I bit back a moan.
“You need to be quiet, my pretty little slut. Do you want me to get caught? Hmm? Or should I gag you?”
I couldn’t help my whimper as Flynn thrust his fingers inside me, stretching me perfectly and tagging my G-spot dead-on. My cunt spasmed, clenching him tight to stop his retreat, and he huffed out a quiet laugh. He bit down on my clit, the pain like starbursts behind my closed eyes. I cried out again, my hips moving of their own volition as I rode Flynn’s thick fingers and begged, “Please.”
I let out a sob when Tristan pulled his hands away from me, but within seconds he was back, nudging my lips with his rolled-up silk tie. I bit down on it, grateful that it muffled my cries as Flynn took advantage of the snug fit between the plug and his fingers.
“I want your hole, Zali. I want to slide my dick inside you and fuck you like I own you.”
I nodded, desperate for him to do it. My body was jittery, my nerve endings firing hard. I was on the edge, ready to come, desperately clawing for it but at the same time resisting as much as I could. I wanted—no, needed—him inside me.
“After I come inside you, I’m going to plug you back up. I want you to carry me inside you, my sexy little cum slut.”
I moaned. Fuck, his words. Combined with Flynn’s fingers and mouth, and I was powerless to stop my orgasm. “Oh, fuck,” I cried out around his tie as my senses were obliterated and the rushing began, my cunt tightening and waves of bliss radiating outward until my legs were barely holding me up. Just as it began to wane, Tristan gripped the base of the plug and tugged it, renewing it with a ferocity that stole my breath.
My head fell back against his shoulder, my back arching.
