As Hugh had done earlier, Linden grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing me to look up at him as he bent down and consumed my mouth, drowning me in his kiss, leaving me breathless.
“My turn,” Hugh said. “I can’t wait to fuck that stunning ass.”
They swapped places, and it was Linden holding me up and Hugh about to fuck the hell out of me. God, could I take a second time without coming? I’d have to.
Chapter 14
Linden
“Youknowwhat?Iwant our princess on her back,” Hugh said.
He easily lifted Atlas and eased him onto his back on the Persian rug. Atlas looked almost drunk. No doubt he was overstimulated and desperate for relief. He probably wasn’t used to this either. It could quickly take a lot out of you. Eventually, he’d adapt to our energy—and we had alotof energy. My cousin and I didn’t work out only for our looks but also to maintain our endurance, especially as we got older. So, it was a good call on Hugh’s part to put Atlas on the floor.
Hugh sat between Atlas’s legs, lined himself up, and shoved himself right in since his hole was nice and open now. Atlas threw back his head and arched his back, his fingers digging into the plush rug.
Jesus, knowing Hugh was fucking Atlas with my cum in his ass sent pleasant shivers up my spine. He had no idea how close that made me feel to him.
I lay down next to Atlas and stroked his sweaty hair from his forehead. His eyes were closed, and his still-stained lips were swollen from having his face fucked by Hugh. I could look at Atlas all day, especially when he gave his entire body for us to play with and do whatever we wanted to him.
I leaned forward and kissed him again, and as I thrust my tongue into his mouth and rolled it around, I played with the clamps on his nipples. He moaned, and I swallowed the sound. No doubt he was sensitive as fuck.
When I removed one of the clamps, he visibly shuddered from the relief. Then I removed the other. His nipples were pinched and red, but they were slowly reshaping themselves. I flicked my tongue over one and fisted his cock, giving it a few strokes. His hand came up behind me, and he threaded his fingers through my hair.
Hugh was pounding the hell out of him now, hard enough to shift his body up the rug. Hugh had to grab him by the thighs to pull him back.
“How do you like your two new bosses fucking the hell out of you, Princess?” I growled in his ear. Atlas moaned, and his head rolled back and forth. For someone as talkative as he was, when it came to sex, he grew relatively silent except for his delicious noises. It was a testament to how much he was enjoying himself, getting lost in sexual heaven, and being adored by two men.
I stroked him faster and harder. “Do you need to come, sweet thing?”
“P-please…” The word came out as a high-pitched whine. I smirked at his desperation.
I eased off the speed and tension enough so that I was languidly stroking him. “Not until Hugh says so.”
“Nooo, please…”
To torment him further, I moved to face his cock and licked along the head, then I blew on it. He instinctively tried to thrustinto my mouth, but I pushed him down. As I teased and toyed with him, my eyes were solely focused on Hugh’s cock, sinking in and pulling out of Atlas. God, to taste him, especially with my cum all over him. Christ… I needed to punt that thought right out of my head.
“More,” Atlas whimpered.
“Not yet. I don’t need to… explain that… we own… your… orgasm,” Hugh panted between thrusts.
I swore Atlas literally cried. I laughed and kissed his cheek before going back to tease him again. This time, I sucked him down, and he placed his hands on my head to hold me there.
Naughty, naughty.
When his cock swelled a little, and his hands on my head relaxed, I knew he was close, so I popped off him.
“You’re so mean!”
“Shh, you’re okay, pumpkin. We’ll take care of you.”
“When?!”
It would be soon, judging by how Hugh grabbed Atlas’s thighs, shoved his legs back, and pummeled his ass. He let out a low rumble as he finally came and set Atlas’s legs down.
“Jesus…” he whispered. His bangs had fallen into his face, and they were sweaty. It took all my willpower not to finger them back as I’d done to Atlas.
“Can I come now? Please…”
