Kyan had stiffened, his breath huffing against my lips. Pleasure lit up his dark gaze. Sinclair shoved another few inches of his length into me. The pressure was close to unbearable, but I couldn’t stop moving.I want more.
Using Kyan’s chest to brace myself, I pushed myself even lower.
Sinclair groaned in my ear.
“Take me, sweets,” he breathed. “Take my knot.”
I whimpered and moved my hips until I was fully seated on Sinclair’s cock, my ass flush to his thighs. He’d sat on the arm of the couch.
I came again, my channel flexing around him—squeezing them and dripping slick onto both of them, taking more of Sinclair.
Kyan’s jaw strained.
He was holding himself back.
I sneered.
“Don’t hold back,” I growled at him and nipped his lower lip. His lips parted, and I couldn’t look away from his stiff, angular face.
His hips pistoned forward, slamming into me with such force it made my teeth rattle. Both their cocks were deep inside me, but Sinclair was still, his breathing echoing as he licked the shell of my ear while Kyan fucked me, driving me to the edge of madness.
Another orgasm wracked my frame, and I sank my nails into Kyan’s chest, raking thin red lines into his bronze skin.I twitched in the aftermath of my release, whimpered, making noises that had never come out of my mouth.
I slumped, my cheek pressed against Kyan’s chest, putting Elias within my view from where he sat at the end of the sectional.
Elias’ gaze was half-lidded and hot. He rubbed his palm down his shaft and traveled it back up, until precum leaked from the tip.
Sinclair made an odd, strangled sound.
“Bloody fuck’,” he hissed. “I’m coming.”
Chapter 20
Sinclair bent me over the mattress, pressing my belly into the edge.
Kyan’s thighs braced my arms, displaying his hard, leaking cock for me. Behind Kyan, sprawled across the pillows, Elias lay raggedly panting from our last bout of sex. Kyan’s fingertips gently touched my jaw, bringing my focus back to him.
His already dark eyes seemed onyx. A shiver crept down my spine. I dropped my gaze from Kyan to his straining cock. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t look away from his cum.
He grasped the base of his cock, right above his knot, and squeezed.
“When you look at me like that . . .” He trailed off, hissing out a breath as another wave of cum leaked from his tip.
Sinclair moaned. “Whatever is going on up there, keep doing it,” he wheezed. He pumped forward, and my mouth grazed the tip. His sweet taste coated my lip, and I flicked my tongue out tocollect the seed, keeping my focus on him. I loved the hitch in his breath.
Sinclair thrust again, our release slicking the inside of my thighs. Another shiver crested down my spine. I dipped to taste Kyan. He moaned, “Briar.”
My entire body clenched.
Sinclair gasped again, and his thrusts picked up until he was driving his knot deep inside me and forcing it out with each plunge of his cock. The cock in my mouth muffled my cries. Kyan bunched my hair in his fist, pumping with just as much fervor.
Sinclair moaned, his accent deepening with desire. “You delicious piece of ass.” His palm slapped against the side of my ass. I yelped, and my pussy clamped down on his cock.
My orgasm wracked my frame, but I didn’t stop sucking Kyan. I slid my hand down the wet shaft until I squeezed his knot.
Kyan shouted, his grip on my hair slackening, his head falling back to show me his straining neck. His seed jutted down my throat, and I worked to swallow the massive amount. His grip tightened in my hair, and he scrunched it in his palm until it stung my scalp. Sinclair pulled out suddenly with a gasp, and warmth spread across my spine. My channel kept clamping onto nothing, and I whimpered around the cock in my mouth, my eyes falling shut as I rode the waves of my release while I drank his taste down.
There was a thud from behind me, and then the bed dipped at my side. Sinclair’s hand slid to my thigh.
