Axel sees. Of course he does. “It feels amazing,” he promises. “Trust me.”
I do.
Nik lays me back, positions himself over me, thighs between mine, arms caging my head.
“Later,” he promises, voice rough, “I’m going to take my time. But right now? I’m going to wreck you.”
“Please,” I whisper, clutching at his shoulders.
In a single move, he thrusts all the way in, burying himself to the hilt, and my world shatters.
Holy. Shit.
“Fuck,” he growls, withdrawing, then rolling into me again.
“I dreamed about this,” he admits. “I had to settle for Axel’s descriptions. How perfect you felt. How wet. How tight.”
Axel wasn’t lying. That piercing? It’smagic. Every movement pulls a sound from me I can’t control.
“But Carolina,” he murmurs, one hand bracketing my throat, his eyes burning into mine. “Nothing prepared me forthis.”
His lips crash into mine, hips snapping faster. Every movement leaves me breathless.
“Don’t stop,” I cry.
“Never.”
“Nikolai—” I cry as my orgasm rips through me, violent and raw, making my body clench hard around him.
He groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck.”
We collapse together, gasping.
He kisses me, slower now. “You were worth the wait. You’re perfect.”
With that, he pulls out.
He smirks, glancing to Axel. “Axel.”
I turn. He’s already stripped bare, tattoos like a map across his arms, shoulders, ribs, thighs. I want to taste every single one.
“Flip over,” Nik says. “Hands on the armrest.”
I obey, heartbeat quickening.
Axel slides in behind me, his lips ghosting up my spine. “You good?” he murmurs.
“I’m about to be better.”
Unlike Nik, Axel takes his time filling me. He works himself in, inch by glorious inch, until I’m panting, rocking back against him.
“God damn,” he groans, fingers digging into my hips. “Keep using me. Just like that. Make yourself feel good.”
And I do. I fuck him slowly at first, savoring the stretch, the friction. For a moment, it's just me moving for both of us. Grinding, rolling, chasing every ounce of pleasure.
Then Axel shifts, gently guiding me forward until my chest hits the armrest. He follows, his body blanketing mine, his mouth at my shoulder. He starts to move. Short, deep strokes that angle just right, brushing my g-spot with maddening precision.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, voice thin and frayed.
