Zane swallows my cries with another deep kiss as Asher licks me through it, his tongue softening against my oversensitive clit, drawing out every last tremor.
When I finally come down, panting and trembling, Asher wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while Zane has a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Round one,” he says, his voice thick with amusement. “Think you can handle more?”
“Yes,” I breathe, reaching for them. “But I think you need to take your clothes off first. It feels rather unfair over here.”
Zane pulls his shirt over his head in one swift motion, his muscles flexing in the dim light as he leans back down, his mouth trailing fire down my neck. His hands are greedy, roaming over my body, squeezing, claiming. I barely have time to catch my breath before Asher is behind me, pulling me against his bare chest. His body is solid and warm, and his hands are rough as they glide over my skin. He’s wordless in his intent.
Zane tilts my chin up, kissing me deep, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that leaves me dizzy. Behind me, Asher’s lips brush against my shoulder, his breath warm and measured. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t need to. The way his hands spread over my ribs, his fingers slipping lower, tells me everything.
Zane’s hands slide down my stomach, over my hips, spreading my thighs wider. His fingers trace my slick heat before he pushes two inside me, curling just right. My head falls back against Asher’s chest, a gasp escaping my lips.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Zane murmurs, watching my face as he moves his fingers in slow, deliberate strokes.
Asher doesn’t speak, just grips my thighs, holding me open as Zane works me over. His mouth moves down my neck, over my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin. My breath stutters, a helpless whimper slipping from my lips.
“Feel good?” Zane asks, his voice dark with amusement. He presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.
I can’t answer. Can barely think. The sensation of both of them surrounding me, consuming me, is too much.
Zane lifts my leg over his thigh, spreading me open as he licks a slow, teasing line down my breast. His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, tugging just enough to make me arch against Asher’s chest. A choked sound leaves my throat as Asher’s fingers find their way between my legs, sliding through the slick heat of my arousal.
“Fuck,” Zane murmurs, watching as Asher strokes me, his movements lazy, methodical. “You feel that, Ash?”
Asher lets out a rough exhale, but still doesn’t speak. He keeps his fingers slow, barely dipping inside me, dragging it out until I’m squirming against him.
Zane chuckles, a dark, pleased sound. “He’s making you wait, baby. He likes to watch you like this.”
I whimper, turning my head slightly to look back at Asher, but his face is unreadable, focused entirely on the way my body moves under his touch.
Zane pulls my leg higher, spreading me wider as he leans in, his breath warm against my clit. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet,” he mutters before his tongue flicks out, just the barest brush over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I gasp, my thighs trembling as he takes his time, licking me with slow, torturous strokes. Asher tightens his grip on my hips, holding me still as Zane devours me, the pressure building so agonizingly slow I feel like I’m going to snap.
Zane sucks my clit into his mouth, groaning as he flicks his tongue against it, over and over, keeping me right on the edge but never letting me fall.
“Zane,” I plead, barely recognizing my own voice.
He hums against my ear, the sound deep, possessive. His fingers withdraw, only for the blunt head of his cock to press against my entrance. My body clenches at the anticipation, the thick stretch as he pushes in, inch by inch.
Asher’s hands tighten on my thighs, his grip possessive as he shifts behind me. His breath hitches, and I feel the unmistakable press of his cock against my lower back. He’s holding himself back, barely.
Zane smirks, catching the way my body reacts. “You want him, too, don’t you?” His fingers stroke deeper, coaxing out another desperate moan.
I don’t have to answer. My body does it for me.
Zane pulls out and watches as Asher buries himself inside me, his jaw tight, his hands shaking slightly where they grip my thighs.
“She’s so tight,” Asher finally speaks, his voice rough with restraint.
Zane groans, his fingers tightening on my hips as he watches Asher thrust into me, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every inch.
I can’t breathe. Every movement is excruciatingly slow, dragging out the pleasure until I’m panting, desperate for more.
Asher grips my waist, holding me in place as he pulls almost completely out before sinking back in, filling me with agonizing precision.
Zane strokes his fingers through my slick folds, teasing my clit as Asher fucks me at that unrelenting, perfect pace.
