“Hmmm,” I moan, waves of euphoria washing over me. Repeatedly, they crash over me.
Cruz pulls back, a crazy-as-all-hell grin on his face as he moves his hand between my legs to feel how wet I am, his brother’s fingers still inside of me. He slides his fingers through my juices and then brings it up to his mouth, tasting me. “Mmm, so fucking good.” He groans loudly, licking my arousal from his fingers.
“Shhh.” Asher chuckles, motioning to Jagger, who is still fast asleep on the recliner beside us. Grumpy asshole missed the show. That will teach him to crash out on my movie night.
Next thing I know, I’m being tossed over Asher’s shoulder and carried to my room, leaving the TV playing and Jagger sleeping peacefully.
Cruz follows along behind us. “You’re in so much trouble, little darlin’.” He beams from ear to ear, looking crazy and sexy as all hell.
That was insane, so damn intense, and something tells me it was just the beginning of what these two have planned for me.
Chapter 24
Fantasy
I’mtossedontomybed by Ash, and as I stare up at the two of them, I’m not so sure provoking them earlier was a good idea. They look hungry. “Maybe we should go finish the movie,” I murmur, then swallow hard. My brain is foggy, and I know I’m not thinking straight. My eyes bounce from Cruz to Asher. Mucking around is one thing, but screwing two Stryker brothers at once—I’m not even sure how that works. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
Cruz’s tongue runs over his bottom lip, stopping to toy with his piercing. “I think it might just have been the best idea you’veever had. Even better than getting off that bus and running straight into my arms.”
“Th-that’s not how it happened,” I stutter, shoving myself up the bed a little farther as my heart flutters.
He takes a step closer. “That’s how I remember it.” His dark eyes gleam with excitement.
“I have to agree with Cruz; this was a brilliant idea,” Ash says, stripping off his jeans, his shirt already discarded on the floor someplace behind him.
Oh God damn. He’s gorgeous. I mean, I already knew it from the night he shared my bed, but my mouth pops open as I take him in anyway. The muscles, the ink, the package bulging in his black boxer briefs.Maybe two is better than one?my greedy pussy pipes up. It seems one mind-blowing orgasm wasn’t enough for her.
“We can stop if you really want to.” Ash smirks, all cheeky. He knows I couldn’t stop this train from derailing now even if I wanted to. I’m wet all over again and throbbing with fresh need.
I feel Cruz’s hands on me, just below the hemline of my dress, his knee pressed into the bed beside me. His touch is light on my thigh, but very deliberate as he strokes back and forth. He pulls my attention back to him as his lips meet mine, and he kisses me hungrily. I press my body into him, my mouth opening up so he can force his tongue inside. As he kisses me, he scrunches up my dress and drags it up my body, only pulling away from my lips for a split second to remove it over my head.
I feel Asher’s weight press into the bed on the other side of me, his lips dusting feather-light kisses down my neck and shoulder. Both of their hands are everywhere, and I melt, my mind going blank as I let them drag me into the abyss with them. My nipples harden under their touch, and my pussy throbs for more.
Ash’s lips come to my earlobe. “Tell us what you want, little princess?”
My breath hitches. I have no clue. I never in a million years imagined I would be in this position with two men. “More of this,” I whisper when he stops moving.
His hand reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy through my panties that are somehow still on. “You want me to play with you some more?”
“Yes,” I moan, as he strokes me through my panties.
Cruz chuckles. His hand gently cupping my chin, he tilts my head to meet his intense eyes. Their chaotic dance is like the fury of a storm. “You want something pierced and hard to suck on?” He presses the tip of his thumb into my mouth.
I nod, and he pushes his thumb in further, his dirty words waking up my inner vixen as I suck on his thumb. “Yes, please.” My voice isn’t even my own anymore. I don’t know who I am, but I know I want that.
With a cheeky grin, he pulls his thumb out, moving to strip off his black jeans and boxer briefs, his massive cock springing free. He’s hard and thick, his piercing glistening under the low light. I know I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t help myself. Cocks aren’t supposed to look so appealing, but I want his in my mouth now.
Asher strips my panties down my legs, exposing me completely. He brings them up to his nose and inhales deeply. The look on his face is one of pure pleasure. It makes my cheeks glow with heat, and my body pulses with fresh desire. There is something primal going on here, something I don’t quite understand. He pushes me down so I’m lying flat on the bed and spreads my legs wide open, his fingertips pressing in lightly as his head dips down till he’s licking all of me down there. He groans as if I’m the most delicious treat he has ever tasted.
Cruz slowly moves back up the bed, his pierced cock drawing my attention, making me eagerly anticipate tasting it as I moisten my lips. He strokes himself with one hand, and with the other, he cups my face again. “I have been dying to have these pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” He uses his thumb to open my mouth, toying with me before he presses the tip of his cock to my lips.
I lick over the tip, tasting him. Then down the side, running my tongue over the piercings. It only turns me on more, and I moan as I move just a little so I can suck on more of him. His hand laces into my hair, and he holds me like I’m made of fine china, all delicate and soft, even though he’s thrusting his cock inside my mouth.
Asher eats me, lapping at my clit as his tongue circles in a way that drives me crazy. I reach for him, running my hand through his soft hair. His fingers press into my hip as he tries to pull me even closer to him. He looks sexy as all hell down there, and he knows it. I sense him grinning up at me right before he sucks my clit into his mouth so roughly that stars appear and I cum in a rush.
Gripping his hair, I ride his face as my pussy convulses, and I cry around Cruz’s cock. I know it only turns him on more, his grip on my face getting rougher with each thrust. Asher keeps lapping at me, eating me until the quivering and shaking subsides. Then he’s gone.
Cruz pulls out as well, moving me so he’s lying on his back and I’m over him. I stroke his cock, my thumb rubbing over the piercings. “These must have hurt like mad when you got them done.”
