Locke wasbig. And his cock felt different inside me, the pressure of him filling me like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Wow.
And at this angle?Ouch.
But before I could shift, Locke adjusted me like a pro. Like a unicorn man who’d taken the time to figure out how a woman’s body actually worked.
Anddamn, it worked.
Heat flooded me, the thrill of it all making my head spin.
I flailed for Nash.
He caught my hand, staring down at where Locke breached me. “Fuck, Orls. That’s so fucking hot.”
I was beyond speech.
Beyondsound. I clung to Nash as a silent gasp rattled my lungs, and the need to come came rushing back.
Kiss me.
Nashdevouredme, his mouth as hot and wet as the heat between my legs. As needy as Locke began to move inside me, his rhythm more measured than Nash’s. More careful, but a long way from gentle. Locke’s heart was as soft as the man kissing me, but the slow way he fucked me was something else, and a new pleasure bloomed in my core. Shimmering and bright and so close to being everything I needed.
My breath deserted me, leaving my body in sharp pants that Nash swallowed with his kiss until Locke stole him away, pushing down on his head.
“Make her come, brother.”
Again, the implication of his murmured words reached me too late, understanding only dawning in time with Nash’s expert tongue circling my clit.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He was going down on me while Locke fucked me, his mouth inches from Locke’s hard length as it speared me open.
The prospect lit the flame.
The reality burned the house down. Nash had always been good with his mouth—better than good. A master. But with Locke’s short, deliberate thrusts and Nash’s tongue, the release I’d been chasing since I’d woken to them in my bed came barrelling home.
It could’ve been minutes. It could’ve been hours. Nash’s mouth. Locke’s dick. Fuck, they played me. They obliterated me. Anticipation became a wild shout that gravelled from my core, and I released hard on Nash’s face, writhing in Locke’s strong arms.
The bastards, theydestroyedme.
I came down with my fingers wedged in Nash’s hair, twisting and pulling, stealing his oxygen with my pleasure.Oops. I let him go and he smirked up at me, legitimate joy breaking through the heavy fog of desire.
He crawled up my body. “You like that, Orls?”
“Shut the fuck up—” My breath caught as Locke flexed his hips, still inside me. “Fuck.”
Gaze on me, Nash reached down and did something that made Locke groan. He did it again and the sweet tension that spread through Locke’s big body sent aftershocks rippling through my nerves. I’d come so hard I’d surely die, but this wasn’t over. I knew it even before Nash broke our stare and cradled Locke’s jaw with his other hand, with a tenderness that didn’t quite match the fraught pleasure still rampant between us.
He kissed Locke with a soft brush of his lips, no tongue, no teeth, like the first time he’d kissed me when we were teenagers, and the impact hit Locke as if he’d thrown him down and claimed him.
A sigh, a slow shudder, then the swell and pulse of his cock inside me and I realised he was going to come, like this, so still and peaceful, with nothing but my spent body and Nash’s sweet kiss to drag him over the edge.
Locke’s tortured groan was beautiful. He spilled inside me as it wrenched from his chest, and he pressed deeper, his fingers sliding on my sweaty skin, scrambling for purchase as Nash took him apart.
These two.
