“I’m wet already,” Anna said with a light laugh that Oliver hadn’t heard in a very long time. Clearly this surrender was good for her soul, as powerful a reason as any to fully commit to it.
“Are you going to let that challenge go unmet?” Ezra asked, arching a brow at Oliver.
“I think I must rise to the occasion,” Oliver said, climbing up on the bed and crawling to her as he watched her pupils dilate with excitement. He kissed her once more, their tongues tangling wildly, then settled beside her, pushing her legs open so he could place the flat of his hand between them.
And oh yes, she was wet. So very, very wet. He spread her outer lips, gliding his fingers through the sticky heat of her, and she shuddered as she arched against him. He stroked her, not teasing her. No, the time for teasing was over. And as he circled his thumb around her clitoris, he watched Ezra undress. Oliver could still taste him on his tongue, and he licked his lips as the other man sat to remove his boots, then rose to unbutton his shirt.
Oliver added a finger to Anna’s sheath, another, and she bucked, whimpering her pleasure. He turned his attention to her flushed face, reveling in the way she whispered his name as she began to flutter with another orgasm. She arched against his hand, moaning and thrusting her hips against him as she came. Her gaze moved past him as she did so and her eyes went wide.
She drew Oliver to kiss her, then turned his face gently so he was looking again at Ezra. While Oliver pleasured Anna, the other man had made quick work of the remainder of his clothing and stood naked at the foot of the bed, watching them as he stroked himself.
“Look at him,” Anna breathed. “Look at how beautiful he is.”
Oliver couldn’t look away, even if he tried. He stared at Ezra, at the lean muscle that was highlighted across his broad shoulders, down his flat stomach, his toned thighs. And then there was his cock. A mouthwatering cock that Oliver wanted to touch so much it almost physically hurt.
“He is very beautiful,” he agreed, close to her ear.
“What would you do to him?” Anna asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
Oliver swallowed and met Ezra’s bright eyes. “I would put him in my mouth. I would make him so hard for you, Anna.”
Ezra made a soft sound in his throat, something hungry and animal and filled with desire. He stepped toward the bed, toward Oliver, and stopped touching himself. Oliver filled the gap, reaching for him, taking him in hand. He was hard as steel, but the skin along his cock was so fucking soft that Oliver worried his rough hands wouldn’t be good enough. It seemed it wasn’t a problem, though, because Ezra rocked against his palm, forcing a long, heavy stroke as he stared down at him.
Oliver did as he had suggested he would and leaned in, swirling his tongue around the tip of the other man. He sucked him deep into his throat, then back out, and somehow Ezra became impossibly harder.
Anna was moaning now, arching against his side as she watched them. She said nothing, just glided herself over him, straddling his lap a second time. She took him inside of her and he grunted at the pleasure, magnified by what he was doing with his mouth.
Ezra began to fuck his throat, gently at first, but harder when it became clear that Oliver could bear it. That he liked it. And God, how he liked it. There was nothing like it, knowing he was bringing this man pleasure. Watching as Ezra gripped his hands against the edge of the bed and got closer and closer to the edge.
He was close to spending, Oliver could tell that, and the way Anna’s thrusts had become more erratic, it seemed she was close to another orgasm, as well. Oliver drew Ezra from his mouth and stared up at him. “I can tell you she is very wet and ready for you. If you still want her.”
Ezra made a low, animal sound in his chest and caught Anna from under the arms. He bent and kissed her, rough and wild, as he drew her from Oliver’s lap and set her down on the floor next to the bed. He faced her away from him, bending her over the high edge. She rested her hands on Oliver’s stomach for purchase as Ezra speared her with his cock. Oliver leaned over to reach between her legs, stroking her clitoris, and she cried out, her body convulsing with the orgasm she’d been close to when she rode Oliver.
“Bloody hell,” Ezra grunted, gripping her shoulders as he took her hard and fast. As Anna sagged against the bed, grinding against Ezra as her orgasm faded, Oliver gripped his own cock, stroking in time to Ezra’s strokes, lost in what he saw and felt and how gorgeous this moment was. And how he never wanted it to end.
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Anna
Anna felt like she was flying as Ezra took her, out of control and hungry. His cock felt so good inside of her, as her sheath fluttered from orgasm after orgasm at the hands and mouths and cocks of these remarkable men. She looked at Oliver, watching as he stroked himself. She and Ezra were his erotic show and she ground back harder, arching her back so that he could enjoy it all even more.
He was gasping, as was Ezra, both men on the brink of control. Would they come together? How much that idea aroused her even further and Ezra gasped, “God, you are so wet.”
He wasn’t wrong. She’d never been quite so wet. Not when she touched herself, not when touched by another man, except for perhaps the hallway encounter with Oliver all those many months ago.
“God, I want to spend in you,” Ezra moaned. “But…” He withdrew and she felt the hot splash of come against her back. The sight of it seemed to push Oliver over the edge and he, too, cried out, long spurts of come splashing from his cock against his fingers.
Then he leaned forward and kissed her. Slower now, deeper, a lazy expression of satisfaction. She smiled against his mouth before he pulled away. Then Ezra turned her, leaning her back on the bed, her head resting against Oliver’s hip as Ezra kissed her, too. Oliver smoothed his fingers through her hair as he did so and she was brought back to life once more. Shockingly, powerfully.
But both men seemed spent, and Ezra lifted his head and smiled at Oliver. “Now, this bed is fine and good,” he said. “But mine is better. Shall we retire there? For sleep. And maybe more?”
Oliver nodded and so did Anna. She was suddenly exhausted from the stress of what had brought her here and then the absolute pleasure she had so unexpected found instead.
And the idea that she would sleep tucked between these two men, sheltered and safe, was wonderful. Even if it was only temporary.
CHAPTER7
Anna
