“Which one of us first?” Brock asked.
“You,” I said, running a finger along his jawline. “Then Jace.”
Jace let out a long, low breath and nodded.
Brock muttered, “I’m dreaming.”
I kissed him.
“Definitely not dreaming,” I whispered.
He took a breath and did exactly as I told him, his movements sure and steady. The way he coated himself with the lube made my stomach twist and pulse with anticipation. I got on my knees, my own desire building as I bent over with him behind me. The slick ache between my thighs demanded attention as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Slowly. I want to feel every inch of you,” I urged, my voice husky with need. My hands pressed into the sheets, knuckles whitening, trying to anchor myself as anticipation and want coiled tighter inside me.
He pushed forward, and I felt the stretch, the delicious intrusion of him. My moans slipped free before I could catch them, soft at first, then sharper and more insistent, as my body reacted to him. Every nerve hummed, every muscle tensing in wild, shivering surrender.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Lila,” Brock choked out.
“Deeper,” I demanded, letting the rhythm of him easing into me overtake my thoughts. “I can handle it.” My stomach fluttered and clenched with every thrust, a deep, heady ache that made my vision blur slightly.
He obeyed, pushing harder, the sound of our passion filling the room and bouncing off the walls.
Jace stood nearby, eyes dark with want, hand stroking himself slowly as he watched us. The sight of him so tense and aroused sent a pulse of reckless electricity through me, a delicious mix of shame and desire. My pulse thudded in my throat, in my ears, even in my fingers as I clutched at the sheets.
Brock’s thrusts quickened, ragged and uneven, and I felt my body straining for release, every nerve alive and singing. I arched into him, searching for more, urging him on silently,eyes flashing, hips tilting to take him deeper. My breathing was shallow, broken, and hot, matching the intensity of every movement.
“Good?” Brock asked, voice tight.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Verygood. More.”
Brock obeyed, breath ragged, hands shaking, murmuring soft, disbelieving curses under his breath about how good I felt, how unreal this was.
I could feel him shuddering, his release approaching, and my body trembled in anticipation, my own orgasm threatening to break loose. Jace leaned forward to kiss me, his fingers sliding underneath and up to my swollen clit, and I fell apart the moment he touched me.
Brock groaned, body trembling against me, and then I felt him flood me, hot and relentless, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
“Oh my God!” he cried out. “Lila!Professor!”
I tried to moan his name, but all that came out was a ragged gasp of ecstasy. I shivered, riding out the sensations, letting them crash through every inch of me. It mingled with the awareness of Jace watching us, the rush of the forbidden making my heart hammer, making my body open and raw in a way I’d been craving as Brock’s hard length pulsed inside my ass.
When Brock finally collapsed beside me, shaking and ruined, Jace was already moving forward. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched.
“My turn,” he growled, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. “You ready for me?”
“Mmm hmm,” I managed to get out. Little orgasm aftershocks were still tickling through my body.
“You sure?” he asked softly, voice breaking around the edges.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Hurry.”
His eyes burned into me, his cock hard and ready. He slid into my ass, gripping my hips with confident authority.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my body adjusting to the new stretch, to the fullness. His cock was thick and unyielding, filling me completely. Every steady, deliberate thrust sent heat straight through me, a delicious ache that made my knees tremble.
His hand found my clit again, rubbing and flicking it with precision, teasing it fast and hard. Fire shot through me. My hips pressed back instinctively, meeting every stroke.
“I never knew anal would feel so good,” Brock said, finally catching his breath. “How’s she feel?”
