He added more lube. Then another finger.
A dull, persistent ache followed.
I exhaled slowly and pushed out as he moved, meeting the pressure instead of fighting it.
That was when it clicked.
I adjusted—breathing through my nose, keeping my muscles loose, pliant.
Soon, I was rocking back and forth between them, caught in the push and pull.
It was disgusting.
Messy.
Degrading.
And yet—freeing.
Nasty.
Pleasurable.
I must have completely lost my damn mind.
Chapter 17
Nick
When she began to rock herself between the two of them, I unfastened my jeans. Seeing her heart-shaped arse in the air, stuffed with three fingers, her swollen, wet pussy beneath it—that was my limit.
She was lost in a haze of lust.
It was natural. Not contrived with porn-like moans and groans.
Her spit hung from her mouth, slowly dripping down Rowan’s balls to the floor.
A beautiful mess.
I pulled my dripping cock free, giving it a few swift tugs before running my hand slowly up and down—from tip to base. The metal caught on my fingers.
Alec withdrew his fingers from her arsehole. It had opened just enough for him to make it work. He stood, pushed his sweatpants down, and reached for the lube. Rowan slowed his pace when he saw what was coming.
He reached across the bed, dragging a few pillows down and placing them behind his back.
“Suck my balls. Clean up your mess,” he said, smiling at me—because that was my line.
Arsehole.
It worked, though. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she swirled her tongue around each ball.
Suckling.
Licking.
Worshipping.
So diligent in her duties.
