Suddenly, he looks more nervous than I am. This is new for all of us. And too much thinking will make it all fall apart.
My fingers grip Ryder’s jaw and I pull him back to my mouth, pulling him under with the distraction of my lips.
A thundering sound consumes my heart as Darrio starts to sink in inch by inch. It’s a slow and unhurried process. The stiff feel of Ryder’s shoulder relaxes and a rumbling groan shakes through his chest.
Filled and Fucked. All I can think of is how fantastically filled and fucked I am right now.
The two of them fill me completely, pushing hard at just the right angles. Darrio’s grip on my hip tightens and his nails sink into my skin as he slowly rocks his length into me. Ryder’s palms push down my body and he holds me in place. I’m between the hard panes of their chests but a consuming current is building within my core.
Ryder’s lips brush over my jaw line. He sucks lightly against my neck. His groans are low and humming over my skin.
I’ve never been this wet and I’ve never felt this turned on in my entire life. I haven’t ever had men in my life that wanted me like these men want me.
“Darrio … ” My nails rake down Ryder’s shoulders. I cling to him and he lets me. He supports me entirely.
At the sound of his name, Darrio’s slow stroking becomes a bit quicker. The head of his cock grinds against Ryder’s length as he slams into me hard over and over again.
My orgasm shakes through me so hard I tremble between their arms. Darrio holds on to me tighter and Ryder holds me more firmly in place. Rumbling sounds of their pleasure hum through the room as my sex tightens against their cocks.
“Fuck,” Ryder’s head tips back and I know the moment he comes. I see it in the tightness of his jaw and I feel it as Darrio slides into me once more.
Darrio’s palms squeeze my waist hard and a moment later he stills against my body.
All that can be heard is our harsh and gasping breaths.
Very carefully, Darrio slips himself from me. His bruising grip becomes a caressing touch as he pulls back from me.
Ryder’s lips skim my neck in a sweet kiss. His eyes hold mine in a hooded way as I start to pull back. My hips lift from his, a soreness clings to my limbs. I take a quiet seat against the wall, my legs thrown across Ryder’s lap. It takes a second for me to have the nerve to meet Darrio’s smoky gaze.
Reality falls into place fast. It crashes down on us.
“Was that … weird?” My fingers start to pick at the white thread of the tangled quilt.
Darrio leans back, still kneeling as he was before.
“It was–really tight.”
“Really fuckingtight,” Ryder says with more, and slightly better emphases.
Tight. Yes, that’s good, right? Any other descriptions?
The door opens and Daxdyn slips inside quickly. A knowing smirk tilts his lips. His attention drifts between myself and his brother but he doesn’t speak. Quietly he takes a seat at the edge of the bed. His palm pushes back and forth against my ankle like he just wants to touch me. To reassure me.
“You liked it?” I peek at Ryder’s completely content features for only a second before I realize he’s definitely not the one I have to worry about here.
My gaze drifts back to Darrio.
He studies every part of me. His attention burns across my damp skin. Slowly his fingers slip through mine.
“Honestly, I didn’t think I would. But …”
He pauses at the most inconvenient time.
“But?” I urge him on to tell me every insignificant thought in his head right now.
His mouth opens but no words come out.
“Would you do it again?” I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to make sure this wasn’t a relationship ruining mistake.
