“I’m going to remember this sight for the rest of my life,” Luke says with a moan. “Rory, with his face and fingers shoved in your cunt. And you, Savannah, with your ass in the air, riding Rory’s face.”
Luke’s words take me to the cusp of my release. “I’m going to come,” I confess.
Rory turns his face, grunting into my thigh, “You better.” Then his fingers attack my sensitive spot while he sucks on my clit.
Rory sends me over the edge and right into my climax. I quiver with pleasure as I bask in the tidal wave of sensation.
Luke shouts, and I watch over my shoulder as ropes of cum spurt out of his tip and onto his chest.
I collapse to the side, falling away from Rory’s head, and sigh with content. Peeking with one eye, I watch as Luke crawls up Rory’s legs.
Luke raises a single brow, questioning Rory.
Rory gives Luke a single nod, and Luke dips his head, taking Rory’s weeping length into his mouth.
My eyes are glued to how Luke’s head bobs up and down, Rory’s cock. Luke hollows his cheeks, and Rory’s hips buck off the bed.
My desire builds again, and a needy sound escapes me.
Luke pops off Rory’s shaft and looks at me. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come again, Trouble.”
I didn’t realize I was waiting for Luke’s command, and as soon as he gives it, my fingers are in my core, and my other hand cups my breast. My folds are swollen from my first orgasm, and my arousal drips from my center.
With my focus on Rory and Luke, I play with my clit, and my thumb makes lazy passes over my pebbled peak.
Rory’s hands cup the back of Luke’s head, and he takes over, thrusting into Luke’s mouth, and Luke holds still, sucking Rory down his throat.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, tap my thigh.” Rory’s voice is ragged, washed in pleasure.
Luke’s hand tightens around Rory’s thigh, encouraging him.
Rory comes with a yell, and Luke’s throat works to swallow Rory’s cum. The sight has my pussy spasming around my fingers, giving me another orgasm.
My eyes close and no matter how hard I try, I can’t open them again. I hear sounds various sounds including the rustling of fabric, feet padding in and out of the bathroom, and the sink in my bathroom turning on and off.
What are they doing?
A cold, wet cloth swipes between my thighs, and I groan in frustration, swatting to push it away.
“We need to clean you up, Dream Girl.”
The cold touches my skin again, and I try to bat it away, but fail. When it’s done, there’s a squelching sound off to the side.
Hands move me around the bed, tucking me under the covers. Then two warm bodies snuggle me on either side. The smell of Sandalwood mixed with leather and an ocean spray aroma drifts into my nose, and I’m able to breathe easy knowing that I’m surrounded by two men who make my heart flutter and rest at the same time.
CHAPTER 23
LUKE
As I fold and place another pair of black leggings into a duffel, Rory grumbles from the room over for the umpteenth time.
I don’t bother to look in his direction as I comment, “Will you stop it?”
Rory is supposed to be gathering Savannah’s toiletries while I pack her clothes. Hunter woke us up before noon and sent us on our merry way.
“I’m tired,” Rory sighs.
“Oh, really? I didn’t notice.” There’s no mistaking my sarcasm.
