“I can’t,” I cry, trying so hard not to say the words they want to hear, but I can’t hold on anymore.
Ash’s eyes twinkle with delight. “You can’t what, princess?”
I lock eyes with Asher as he slides the toy lower, like he’s going to push it inside of me, then he stops. My pulse races like crazy, my skin is on fire, but it’s the way he looks at me. I can’t take it anymore. Again, he pushes just the tip of the thing inside and then pulls it back.
I shake my head, trying to calm myself down, but it’s no use. I want him so badly, want both of them so terribly it’s making me feel crazy. “Do it.”
Cruz brushes my hair off my sweaty forehead. “What, little darlin’, what should Ash do for you?”
“Screw me,” I cry, unable to help it.
Cruz’s lips brush over my earlobe. “Please don’t forget your manners.”
“Please screw me, Ash, I can’t take it anymore.” The words tremble out, my voice not my own; it’s possessed by everything Stryker brothers, and I’m totally at their whim.
“I thought you would never ask.” He tosses the toy across the room, and in one move, his thick cock is buried deep inside of me, filling me just the way I need it to.
“You lasted four and a half minutes—pretty impressive, little darlin’.” Cruz’s lips find mine, and I kiss him as Asher fucks me relentlessly.
I reach for Cruz’s cock, stroking him so he’s not left out of the fun. He groans into my mouth as his thick cock pulses in my grip.
Asher doesn’t hold back. He fucks me like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this moment, and part of me feels as though I have too. The three of us together is just too damn good. With his hands around my waist, he picks me up and tosses me so I’m on my front, ass in the air. Then he lies down, one arm behind his head, looking way too relaxed.
I crawl up the bed and take his cock in my mouth. His hand tangles into my hair. “Yes, just like that, princess.”
Cruz moves in behind me, pushing forward until he’s buried balls deep inside of me.
I cry out, my moans strangled around Asher’s massive cock. This is a lot—Cruz screwing me from behind while Asher fills my mouth, but I can’t deny how good it feels or how much I want to do exactly this with them every day from now on. I can’t help but enjoy how good it feels to have both of their attention on me. After so long feeling like I was nothing to Valentine, these two have made me feel like someone again. Someone sexy and playful and worth their time.
A sudden burst of emotion comes over me, and I feel myself choking up. As if Asher can feel it, his hands come to my face, and he pulls himself out of me. “Cruz, stop.”
He stops immediately, pulling out of me as well.
“No, don’t stop,” I cry, so damn close to tumbling over the edge.
Cruz doesn’t listen to me. He comes to lie on the bed beside us as Asher pulls me on top of him, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“You assholes stopped when I was about to cum.”
He huffs a laugh. “Before that, what was wrong?” His face is clouded with concern. “Did we hurt you?”
“No.” I stare up at him then cast a glance at Cruz.
He’s propped up on one elbow, watching me intently, and looks just as worried.
I shrug, not sure how honest I want to be with the two of them. I know what this is. It’s a bit of fun, all three of us letting off steam, that’s it. But why does it feel like so much more? “This is just so unexpected.” I motion between the three of us.
“And that makes you cry?” Asher asks like he really wants to try to understand me.
“It’s silly, don’t worry about it, just go back to screwing me already.”
Cruz’s hand comes to my face, and he stares right into my eyes. “We won’t ever hurt you like he did,” he says, his voice deadly serious.
The emotion in his tone, the protectiveness, it makes my heart flutter and tears well in my eyes all over again. I shake my head, trying to get them to stop. I don’t know what he knows. Sloane probably told him some of it, but the fact that the two of them care so much is crazy when they should just be having a quick fuck. That’s what this is, isn’t it? A bit of fun to pass the time.
“We’re going to take care of you, little princess, we promise.” Asher lowers his lips to mine, kissing me softly but so passionately I feel it all the way through my body.
I’m so choked up I can’t speak, so I just kiss him. As I do, he moves me so I’m lying in between him and Cruz. Cruz places soft, deliberate kisses down my neck. And then Asher lifts my leg up and over his as he pushes back inside me again. He leisurely pumps in and out of me a few times.
