Slowly, he turned Anna toward Ezra and she wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders and lifted into his mouth without hesitation. Before Ezra kissed her, he arched a brow at Oliver. “Undress.”
That commanding tone dragged along Oliver’s spine and he followed it instantly, stripping out of his clothing without taking his eyes off of the couple before him. Anna and Ezra kissed passionately, their tongues warring. She began to lift against him, making those little gasps and moans that were like music to Oliver’s ears.
When Oliver was naked, Ezra crooked his finger and motioned him toward their tangled bodies. Oliver came and settled himself behind Anna now, resting one hand on Ezra’s shoulder and the other on her bare hip. They both shuddered at his touch, and Anna broke from the kiss to turn her face upward and look at Oliver.
“Please,” she whimpered, grinding so her bare backside stroked against his already hard cock. The sensation rushed up the staff, settled in his balls, spread throughout every nerve ending of his very aware body.
And oh, how he wanted to fuck her. Hard and fast while Ezra watched, harder and faster while he joined. He wanted to feel Ezra’s cock in her, stroking against his own. He wanted it all and it felt decadent and greedy to allow himself that desire.
“Has anyone ever fucked your arse, Anna?” Ezra asked, leaning close to her ear, nibbling there gently even as he let his hand trail along Oliver’s side.
Anna pushed back against Oliver again with a little moan. “Yes,” she admitted. “A few times.”
“Did you like it?”
She swallowed and then she nodded, even as her cheeks flamed. “When I was readied enough, yes. I liked it very much.”
“Well, we are going to ready you,” Ezra said with a chuckle. “Until you beg. Isn’t that right, Oliver?”
Oliver could hardly breathe, let alone speak, but somehow he managed to nod.
Ezra arched a brow. “Say it,” he said.
Oliver’s voice shook, but he choked out, “Yes.”
Anna reached back, clenching at Oliver’s naked hip even as she lifted up to kiss Ezra again. He broke the kiss after a moment and smiled at her. “Lean over the bed, please.”
Oliver let her go and she did as she’d been asked, bending over the edge of the bed and giving him the most gorgeous view of her from behind. He rested a hand on the globe of her arse, stroking the soft skin there as she ground against the bed.
Meanwhile, he watched Ezra move to his bedside table and open a drawer. He withdrew a small bottle of oil of some kind and brought it back to Oliver. He handed it over with a grin. “I think you deserve the honor.”
Oliver drew a shaky breath as he poured a little oil on his fingertips. He rolled it between them to warm it and then gently probed the tips between her cheeks, finding the tight entrance and slowly massaging it.
She gripped the edge of the bed with a little cry of pleasure and looked back over her shoulder with eyes bright with desire. Ezra eased between the edge of the bed and her body and caught her chin, lifting it so she looked at him.
“Make me hard, Anna,” he ordered.
She smiled as he bounced free. “You’re already hard,” she whispered, but it didn’t stop her from catching his length in her hand and stroking over him.
Oliver exhaled shakily, pumping his fingers into her tight entrance as he watched her take Ezra into her mouth. She sucked and licked him as Ezra leaned back on his hands, flexing his hips to make her take him farther, fucking her mouth like they would soon both fuck her body.
As Oliver continued to ready her arse, he reached around with his other hand and stroked her pussy. He found her wet, hot, needy and ready. She shivered as he now filled both her holes, pumping in with one finger and out with the other. He could feel the digits rub against each other as he did so and imagined his cock and Ezra’s doing the same. He could almost come just picturing it.
Oliver lost track of time as they all pleasured each other in the quiet room. Nothing mattered but this. Nothing would ever matter again. But at last Ezra dragged his fingers through Anna’s tangled hair, tilting her mouth off of him and forcing her to look at him again.
“Now,” he said, with no further explanation. Not that he needed it. Anna seemed eager, hungry, as she pushed Ezra back on the bed and pressed her knee on the mattress next to his hip. Oliver’s fingers slipped from her backside and she grunted, even as she straddled Ezra and slowly eased his cock into her body.
She ground down with a whine of pleasure, then eased to stillness as she looked over her shoulder at Oliver.
He moved forward. Ezra opened his legs a little to give him a space and he took it, rubbing the head of his cock against her tight hole. She pressed back and he began to ease inside the impossibly taut channel. She felt full from the press of Ezra’s cock inside her pussy and Oliver took his time, easing past resistance as she wailed.
He felt them both against him and the pleasure was almost too much. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh as she rocked against him, then he lost himself to pleasure. Hers. Ezra’s. His own.
For that moment, it was all that mattered.
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Anna
