And Sloan chuckled.“Is your ass off-limits, too, sweet cheeks?”
“No, that’s fine.” Gina looked at Matt for reassurance, and he nodded. “I think.”
“Any other hard limits?” he asked.
What was this? Some kind of negotiation? She was getting uncomfortable just standing here looking at three naked men with their cocks at full mast. Gina just wanted to keep going before the vibe was gone, and she changed her mind.
“Not that I can think of.”
Sloan took a step forward. “She got a safe word, Matt?”
He shook his head.
“Then give her one.”
“Cannoli.”
“I like it,” Sloan said with a snicker, and taking another step toward her, a wicked glint came into his eyes. “Get her ready for me, will you?”
“Just say the word if you want us to stop, okay?”
Cannoli. Got it.
Gina nodded, but she didn’t think she’d need to use it. Because Matt stood behind her with his lips on her nape, sending tingles down her spine. And those sharp blue eyes bore into hers, the pupils burning black when he saw her nervous tremble.
“C’mere now, Trouble.” Threading his fingers into her hair, Sloan guided her toward his dick. Gina dropped to her knees. “That’s a good girl. Suck me.”
Between Kit fucking her pussy with his finger, and Matt lubing up her behind, Gina couldn’t say how many orgasms she had, while choking on Sloan’s dick the whole time.
“Fuckkk.” She wiped the slobber from her mouth.
Matt scooped her up into his arms, peppering kisses all over her damp face, and laid her on a nest of silk-covered cushions. Catching her breath, Gina nestled against him, while he stroked her hair and told her how much he loved her.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded.
“Do you need to rest for a bit?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m good.”
“C’mon then, my precious little rabbit. Hop on.” Matt held onto her hips as she straddled his waist, and he kissed her. “I want you.”
She wanted him too.
Her swollen pussy still throbbing, Gina carefully lowered herself onto his cock, and holding her face in his hands, Matt swiped at the mascara that stung her eyes, gentle fingers caressing her skin. Then, he pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, “You’ve got this, baby.”
And once again, Sloan gathered her hair. Fingertips brushing past her nape, he squeezed her shoulders. His hands fell in an unhurried path down her spine, only to travel up again, as Matt moved excruciatingly slowly inside her. Maybe he was trying to relax her, but it felt like he’d branded her skin. Gina closed her eyes, the ache in her pussy flaring, and inhaled their commingled scent. Citrus, spice, forbidden lust, and masculine musk. The effect of which could only be described as heady.
She sensed movement going on behind her, heard the telltale sounds. A foil packet tearing open. Lube squirting into a palm. Kit stretched out on his side beside her, and reaching between her body and Matt’s, his fingers sought her clit.
“Take a breath.” Then, Sloan pressed his cock into the split of her ass.
Odio. My God.
“Shit.” And fisting Matt’s hair in her hand, Gina latched onto Kit’s dick with the other. “It burns.”
“Just give it a minute.” Fingertips smoothed over her back, his touch and his voice a soothing caress. “Be a good girl for me now. I know you can take it.”
