Lucky’s hands skim up my thighs and grip.“Fuck, get on with it already, unless you want me to bust early.”
“You’d never do that,” Sterling says.
“Won’t have a choice soon,” Lucky grunts.
Sterling smiles as he kisses me, but he does let go, sliding his hand up my thigh.“You don’t come until I say.”
My head falls back against Sterling’s shoulder as he slides his fingers along my pussy, circling my clit with his thumb while he teases the tip of a finger inside me.I’ve always loved his hands, broad and thick and strong, and they feel just as good as I imagined.I think I could come just from rubbing up against his palm like an animal in heat.
“Have you taken two at once before?”
I shake my head.
“You’ll like it,” he says, kissing my jaw.“Now, you’re going to fuck yourself on Lucky's cock while I get you ready, okay?Show me that you can take what you need.”Then he sucks his finger into his mouth and groans.“Fuck.You taste good, but I want to see how good you can be.”
He lets go to get lube and another condom, and I flush white hot at the thought of what they want to do.
“Yes,” I answer, pulling away from Sterling to sink down onto Lucky’s waiting cock.
We moan in unison.
Lucky wraps his arms around me, distracting me with long, deep kisses while he rocks into me.It’s not enough to get off, and he knows it, letting me writhe against him, my body begging for more.I don’t have to wait long.
Sterling circles a wet finger between my cheeks, teasing my hole.“Next time, I’m going to open you up with my tongue,” he says, and, yes, I want that, need this time and next time and all the times, if they’re anything close to as good as this.
I clench around Lucky when Sterling pushes in, and, fuck, it’s good, it’s perfect, it’s not enough.I need more.I need him filling me.
He’s efficient, but he doesn’t rush, fucking my ass with his fingers and pulling sounds out of Lucky and me every time he curls his fingers inside of me until Lachlan can feel it.
He pulls his fingers free and lines himself up, entering me in a slow, delicious push.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
There’s sweat pooling between my breasts, on my brow, down my spine, and Lucky’s hair is damp with it.His fingers are gripped tight in mine as Sterling fills me completely.It’s … like nothing I’ve ever felt.The two of them, hot and hard and throbbing inside of me.My blood is on fire, lightning in my veins as every nerve ending jolts and sparkles to life.
“Please,” I choke out.
I don’t know what I’m asking for.I don’t care.They’ll figure it out—Sterling probably, and I know he’ll take care of me.
He does, brushing my damp hair over my shoulder and blowing a cool breeze over my skin.Lucky’s gone still underneath me, panting hard.He’s as close to coming as I am.
“Feels so fucking good,” he grunts.“I can feel you—shit.Fuck, you gotta move.”
I lose track of everything when Sterling starts to move, pleasure whiting out reality.I feel him—at my back, in my mind, inside of me—and I feel Lucky, but everything else is an electric storm of sensation.A bite mark on my shoulder, sweat under my breasts, hands … everywhere.
I scream when I come, and it must set Lucky off because his thrusts stutter and start while he moans deep into our kiss.He has one hand wrapped around my neck, and he doesn’t stop kissing me as Sterling continues to thrust.
He groans into my shoulder as he comes, bracing himself on the mattress with one arm, and he falls against my back.My thighs ache with the stretch now, and I know I’ll be feeling it for days.Good.If I could, I’d find a way to etch this moment into my skin—the togetherness, where bodies blur and I feel their heartbeats as surely as my own.
Sterling manages the cleanup, and I have every intention of showering, just as soon as I can move my legs again.Or I could nap.A nap sounds good.Just a small one, and then I’ll get up.I need to eat too.
Maybe I can convince Lucky to cook something for us.
“Mia?”
The mattress dips, and Sterling climbs under the covers, his body a hot line at my side.He guides me onto his chest.“You did so well.”
I sigh as he kisses my forehead.
