Anna broke the kiss and looked at him, a wicked angel fallen from heaven itself. She shifted herself closer to Ezra, her breasts flattening against his honed chest. “You want to watch him make me come?”
Oliver jerked out a nod. “Please.”
“Well, your wish, my beautiful sweet, is most definitely my command,” Ezra said as he cupped Anna’s backside and wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing his hard cock against her wet entrance as she arched against him like a wild thing in heat. “Shall we give him a show?”
She glanced up at Oliver and smiled. “Oh yes. I think so. Now.”
CHAPTER12
Anna
Anna had made love to Oliver while Ezra watched over the days they’d spent tangled in each other. She’d made love to both men together. And she had watched the two of them as they explored each other.
But this was the first time she would only touch and be touched by Ezra. And the idea of having all his intense focus spiraled in on only her was thrilling.
The idea that Oliver would watch their every move, even more so.
Ezra laid her on her back on the mattress at Oliver’s feet, letting her legs dangle off the edge as he eased away from her and took a place standing between her thighs. He pushed her open farther, his bright blue eyes sparking in the firelight. They were filled with as much promise as his touch when he swept a finger across her entrance. He lifted the digit and showed her the wetness there, proof of how aroused she had become while pleasuring Oliver.
He smiled and then turned toward Oliver. “Taste what you do to her,” he ordered and leaned over toward him.
Oliver opened his mouth and sucked Ezra’s fingers inside. Anna found herself lifting her hips, staring mesmerized as Ezra thrust his fingers into Oliver’s mouth like he would his cock.
At last he popped his fingers free and looked down at her. “I don’t think it’s fair that I don’t have a taste too.”
He dropped down, pushing her thighs open with strong hands, and licked her in one hard stroke. She gasped at the pleasure of his hot mouth and ground up into him as he sucked her clitoris lightly.
“Mmm, so sweet, Anna,” he purred against her. “So perfectly sweet, I could just eat you all day and all night.”
He rubbed his cheek against her thighs, abrading the skin lightly with the rough evidence of stubble and then burrowed his mouth against her a second time, his tongue pressing into her, thrusting there a moment before he let it trail up to circle her clitoris again.
The last few days had made her so aware of her own pleasure. It had stripped away any hesitations she’d ever had to take what she wanted. After all, both these men seemed infinitely excited by her pleasure. Seemed driven to chase it, draw it from her, let it stimulate them as she came.
And oh, but she wanted the pleasure this man would give. Over and over. Already it was mounting, and she shut her eyes to enjoy the sensations he brought washing over her. She let her mind wander, merging Ezra’s touch with memories of having Oliver in her mouth, of his groans of pleasure, of the taste of him when he fully surrendered and called out her name as he came.
She jolted, her orgasm hitting hard and fast and deep. Wave after wave washed through her entire being and Ezra was relentless, sucking her clitoris, pumping two thick fingers inside of her as she came. At last he moaned and lifted his head, watching her as she panted with relief.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured as he leaned up over her, caging her body by placing one hand on either side of her head. He pushed her legs wider and she lifted against him, taking his thick cock into herself.
She would never be accustomed to the stretch of either of these amazing men. To how good it felt to be filled up with them. Even if she had the pleasure of being theirs for the rest of her days.
That moment drew her back to reality. Back to the fact that forever wasn’t promised by either of them. Her future was still down the road, miles away, with a man who would not care about her pleasure. She shivered as she fought to forget that and focused instead on the moment she was in.
Ezra’s brow wrinkled as he stared down at her. “Don’t go far away, Anna,” he murmured before he leaned down to kiss her. He was gentle, caressing her with his lips, then probing softly with his tongue that tasted like her release.
She lifted into him, wrapping her arms around him and reveling in the comforting weight of him. He drove against her once more, pivoting his hips in slow circles and she ground against him, seeking more contact between his pelvis and her sensitive clitoris.
The pleasure he’d built with his tongue returned, but slower. A burn that came from deep within her soul, that spread throughout her body like she had a whole lifetime to nurture it. She began to shake, pulling back to watch him.
His gaze was focused on her, he held it there without hesitation and she drowned in him as she quaked and gripped her thighs around his hips while she rode the pleasure he brought her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmured, his strokes growing harder, faster as he lost himself. But he never broke their eye contact, not until he threw his head back with a harsh, heavy moan and filled her with himself.
At last he collapsed down over her, raining kisses down against her neck, against her collarbone, whispering sweet empty words against her skin as she mewled in pleasure.
“God, but that was sweet,” Oliver whispered, threading his fingers into her hair.
She jolted at his touch and smiled up at him. The moment between herself and Ezra had become so intense that she’d surrendered herself fully to it. But knowing Oliver had been watching them made it even better.
