Ace’s fingers press deeper, spreading me open with care, giving me time to adjust to feel every stretch and glide.
“I know you want to wreck her, Ric.” Koen chuckles. “So do it. But do it right.”
When he pulls his fingers away, I whimper at the loss, but he’s quick to replace them with the head of his cock. He presses against me, incrementally increasing the pressure as he pushes inside, inch by inch.
The stretch is intense, almost too much, and I moan around Nicholas’s cock, my body tensing before Ace starts to play with my clit.
“Breathe, Trouble,” he murmurs. “We go slow. You’re doing so good.”
I exhale shakily through my nose, forcing myself to relax as Ace presses deeper, his cock filling me completely. The burn fades into a delicious ache, and I release a breathless moan around Nicholas’s cock, the sensation of being stretched and filled from both ends overwhelming in the best way.
“Fuck.” Ace stills for a moment, his breathing ragged as he gives me time to adjust. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”
Nicholas’s movements falter as my moans vibrate around his cock, and I gently squeeze his thigh, urging him to keep going.
He thrusts back into my mouth, this time with more urgency. The combination of his slow unraveling and Ace’s deep, controlled rhythm leaves me breathless, completely consumed by them both.
Nicholas’s cock slides deeper with each thrust, the head brushing the back of my throat. I relax, surrendering completely, letting him take what he needs. My nails dig into the firm muscle of his thighs, holding on as he begins to lose control, his rhythm faltering into something rawer and more urgent.
“Fuck, Sweetness,” he groans out as his hands tangle in my hair, not pulling but holding, guiding, as though anchoring himself to me. “Your mouth… God, it feels so fucking good.”
I hum, and his response is immediate. A sharp gasp, his hips stuttering forward.
Ace begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of my ass in slow thrusts, giving me time to feel every inch, every stretch, every burn that gradually melts into pure pleasure. His hands grip my hips, guiding me back against him as he buries himself deeper.
“Take it all. You’re perfect like this.”
I moan around Nicholas’s cock again, the sound muffled but still audible.
“Fuck,” Nicholas groans out, his hips snapping forward faster now. His cock slides deep into my throat as he warns, “Novalee… I’m so close.”
I hum again, encouraging him. He cries out, his cock pulsing against my tongue, and I feel him let go, his release hot and salty as it fills my mouth. I swallow every drop, savoring his taste, my nails digging into his thighs as I hold him steady through his climax.
At the same time, Ace’s pace picks up, his thrusts harder, faster while he rubs my clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. My moans grow louder, the sound vibrating against Nicholas, even as he pulls away, his breath still ragged as he comes to lie beside me again.
Ace leans over me, his lips brushing against my ear as he growls, “Come on, Trouble. I want you to come while I fuck your tight little ass.”
“Ugh, why is that so fucking hot?” Sylus grunts as Ace’s words, combined with his fingers on my clit, push me over the edge. With a muffled cry, I shatter, my body convulsing. The intensity leaves me breathless, my limbs trembling, my nails clawing at the sheets as the orgasm wracks through me.
“Fuck,” Ace groans, his grip on my hips bruising as his movements grow erratic. He slams into me one last time, his abs tensing as he lets out a cry. I feel him spill inside me, the heat of his release filling me as he collapses onto me, his weight grounding as I tremble in the aftermath.
For a long moment, we stay there, tangled together, our breaths heavy and uneven, our bodies slick with sweat. Nicholas’s hand brushes over my cheek, his thumb stroking the corner of my mouth. My lips part slightly, my breath catching, my body instinctively leaning into his touch, craving more even though I should be satisfied.
Ace pulls out slowly, carefully, but I still gasp at the loss, the sensation leaving me aching. He soothes me with a soft kiss pressed to my Ace of Hearts tattoo, making me giggle, and he chuckles against my skin.
“You okay, Trouble?”
“More than okay,” I whisper while finding Nicholas’s eyes and reaching out to squeeze his upper arm. “That was… so damn good.”
“Good.” Ace’s smile deepens when my eyes find his ice-blue ones again, shining with love and a glimmer of smug satisfaction. “Because we’re not done with you yet.”
My breath hitches as Nicholas shifts beside me, his lips ghosting over my shoulder before he stands.
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips as I sit up. “Oh, really?
Ace steps back, making room for Koen, whose fingers brush against my cheek. “Really. We’ve got a long flight ahead of us, and we plan to make the most of it. But you can relax for the next part.” He smirks, letting me know exactly where his thoughts went. “If you’re up for it. That was a lot already and?—”
“Yes,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling with anticipation.
