“Look at you,” Zane murmurs, watching me fall apart between them. “Taking it so well.”
I reach for Zane, gripping his shoulders as Asher thrusts deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision go white. Zane kisses me, swallowing my moans as he flicks his thumb over my clit, perfectly in sync with Asher’s measured strokes.
A low groan rumbles from Asher’s chest, his hands flexing on my hips. He still doesn’t speak, but the way he grips me, theway his body trembles slightly as I adjust to him, says more than words ever could.
Zane kneels in front of me, watching with dark, hungry eyes as I move. His hands skim my thighs, my stomach, before he leans in, taking my breast into his mouth, sucking hard. Pleasure bolts through me, sharp and overwhelming.
Asher continues to thrust up into me, slow and deep, his grip bruising on my hips. He’s letting me feel every inch, every pulse.
He growls my name against my skin as he thrusts harder, deeper, his release chasing mine as Zane watches, his fingers still stroking me through the aftershocks.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Zane’s pulling me toward him, flipping me around in one swift motion. His eyes are dark, filled with hunger as he nudges my legs apart.
“My turn,” he murmurs, pressing the thick length of his cock against my still-sensitive entrance.
Zane takes his time, pushing inside me in one slow, deliberate stroke, filling me inch by inch until I feel impossibly stretched. My body is still throbbing from Asher. I’m oversensitive and pliant, but Zane doesn’t rush. He watches me, his eyes dark and unreadable, like he’s memorizing the way I react to him.
“Still with us, baby?” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down my cheek.
I can’t form words, so I just nod weakly, my body melting into the mattress as he begins to move. His thrusts are deep and unhurried, like he’s savoring every second inside me. My body clenches around him, desperate for more, but he keeps his pace slow, teasing, dragging the pleasure out until I’m trembling underneath him.
Behind me, Asher doesn’t leave. He’s propped on one elbow, his gaze fixed on where Zane’s cock disappears inside me. His fingers trail over my hip, his touch light but possessive. I shiverat the intensity of his focus, the way his thumb brushes circles against my skin like he’s keeping me grounded.
“Fucking beautiful,” Asher mutters, his voice raw.
Zane groans, gripping my hips tighter. “You feel that, sweetheart? How tight you are around me? Like your body was made for this.”
I whimper, arching up into his thrusts, my nails digging into his back. He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s all-consuming—hot, slow, possessive. He tastes like me, like Asher, like every sinful thing we’ve done tonight.
Asher shifts behind me as Zane turns me onto him, laying me on my side so his cock hits a deeper angle. At the same time, Asher presses a line of kisses down my spine, his mouth lingering at the dip of my lower back. “More,” I whisper, not sure who I’m begging.
Zane chuckles darkly. “More?” He pulls out almost completely, dragging the head of his cock over my clit before sinking back in, the stretch making my breath hitch.
Asher’s fingers slide between my legs, finding my swollen, sensitive clit. He circles it slowly, teasing, building the tension all over again. My body is caught between the two of them—Zane thrusting into me with measured precision, Asher’s fingers relentless in their torment.
I’m close again, already teetering on the edge. My body tightens, pleasure winding sharp and unbearable.
“Come for us,” Zane murmurs against my lips. “Let go, baby.”
Asher presses harder, a perfectly timed stroke against my clit, and I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me, my body clenching so hard around Zane that he groans, his control slipping. He thrusts faster now, chasing his release, his grip bruising on my hips.
Asher kisses my shoulder, whispering things I can’t even process, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
Zane thrusts one last time, burying himself deep, a guttural moan breaking from his throat as he comes. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, his breath hot against my neck.
For a long moment, none of us move. My body hums, overstimulated and spent, caught in the warm press of them both.
Zane shifts first, brushing damp hair from my forehead, his touch unexpectedly tender. Asher watches, still quiet, but his gaze is softer now, like something inside him has finally settled.
I close my eyes, exhaling shakily. I should feel overwhelmed. Confused.
But all I feel is… right.
I sit up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist, my body still thrumming from what just happened. Zane leans back on his elbows, watching me with something unreadable in his eyes—intensity, maybe possession. But Asher… Asher has gone stiff, staring at the ceiling like he’s already a million miles away.
A sinking feeling settles in my stomach.
Zane runs a hand through his hair, his breathing still uneven, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low. “That was—fuck.” He shakes his head, lips parting like he wants to say more, but doesn’t.
