He drops to his knees between my thighs, hands sliding under my ass to lift me a few inches higher. The new angle opens me completely; cool air kisses every slick inch Ghost left behind.
“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, voice reverent. “Still dripping from him. So pretty.”
Titan moves behind the chair, bracing the back with one hand to keep it steady. His other hand cups my breast, thumb flicking the nipple Ghost just kissed. “Hold her open for him, brother,” he tells Ghost.
Ghost kneels on my left, fingers spreading my folds wide, exposing my swollen clit to Ash’s hungry stare. “Like this?” Ghost asks, voice rough. Two of his fingers glide through the mess between my legs and circle my entrance, teasing.
Ash growls, low and possessive, and lowers his mouth.
The first slow lick is flat-tongued, from my entrance to my clit, gathering every drop of me and Ghost mixed together. Myhips jerk hard enough that Titan has to tighten his grip on the chair.
“Easy,” Titan murmurs against my ear. “Let him taste you.”
Ash hums, the vibration shooting straight through me, and seals his lips around my clit. He sucks gently at first, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in quick, ruthless circles while Ghost keeps me spread and open for him.
I’m already sensitive from Ghost, every nerve lit up and begging. My hands fist in Ash’s hair, trying to pull him closer, deeper. “More,” I whimper. “Ash, please?—”
He slides two fingers inside me without warning, curling them up to stroke that spot that makes my vision blur. The wet sounds are obscene, filling the room, and I can feel myself getting louder, messier.
Ghost leans in, mouth brushing my ear. “Listen to how soaked you are for him. You’re going to come all over his face, aren’t you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes?—”
Ash adds a third finger, stretching me, pumping in time with the relentless swirl of his tongue. Titan’s hand moves to my other breast, pinching hard enough to make me gasp.
“Come for him, baby,” Titan orders. “Soak his beard. Let us watch.”
I break.
The orgasm slams into me hard and loud, back bowing off the chair, thighs clamping around Ash’s head. He doesn’t stop—keeps licking, keeps sucking, fingers still moving until I’m shaking and sobbing his name.
Only when I sag, boneless and wrecked, does he pull back. His beard is soaked, lips swollen, eyes wild. He presses one last gentle kiss to my clit, then looks up at me with a grin that’s pure sin. “Two,” he says, voice hoarse.
Titan’s grip on the chair tightens. “My turn.”
He steps in front of me, eyes blazing, and slides his huge hands under the seat exactly where Ash’s knees just were.
“Hold on tight, baby.”
One slow inhale, one brutal flex of his thighs, and the entire chair lifts off the floor.
The legs dangle six inches above the rug. My back stays pressed to the tall wooden spine, belly perfectly supported, thighs still hooked wide over the armrests. Gravity and Titan’s arms are the only things keeping me in place.
I gasp at the sudden weightlessness, fingers clawing the chair back.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust.
Titan frees himself with one hand—zipper rasping, cock springing heavy and flushed—and lines up. The head nudges my entrance, still swollen and dripping from the first two rounds.
“Look at me,” he growls.
I do.
He drives in to the hilt in one slow, unstoppable thrust.
The chair creaks like it’s going to splinter. My moan turns into a broken cry.
Ghost and Ash drop to their knees in front of the suspended chair, cocks in their fists again, stroking in time with Titan’s rhythm.
