“Your prostate, I’m guessing,” Kane laughs.
“Well, whatever the fuck it was… don’t stop,” Wyatt groans, grinding his ass down on my finger.
I grin up at him, pressing my finger into the same spot again. He groans loudly. I let out a moan in the same breath as Linc starts moving his fingers that had stilled in my own ass. On the next retreat of my fingers, I press in a second.
“Oh… oh… oh,” Wyatt whines.
“You ready for me?” Linc asks.
“Yes,” I pant, wanting him inside me so badly.
My movements halt as Linc eases his slick cock inside of me. I suck in a sharp breath, feeling him all the way in.
His hands lovingly smooth over my back. “Breathe, angel.”
I drag in a few deep breaths, adjusting to the feel of him stretching me. “Okay,” I say, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“I love you,” he says.
“Love you, too.”
He slowly starts to rock inside of me. I take Wyatt back into my mouth as I resume pumping my fingers inside of him.
Linc grips my hips as he starts picking up his pace. I start stroking over the magic spot with each press of my fingers while hollowing out my cheeks around Wyatt’s cock.
Wyatt grips my hair with his free hand, pressing me down a little further on his cock. Tears spring to my eyes, but I don’t move away.
Watching him come unraveled makes my need to come even more intense. I press my fingers hard against his prostate, and he comes down the back of my throat.
The string of curses and jumbled words flying from his mouth is mostly indistinguishable, but his pleasure is clear from the way he’s writhing beneath me.
Wyatt’s dick slides from my mouth just in time for Linc to change his angle enough to have me seeing stars.
“Shit,” I groan, slowly pulling my fingers from Wyatt. Linc slides a hand down until he’s strumming my clit in time with his powerful thrusts.
“Come with me, angel,” Linc groans, pressing kisses to my spine.
“Right there,” I moan.
Feeling him come inside me sets me off. He groans as I clench around him. “Fuck yes. Milk my cock with your tight ass.”
I whimper at his words, letting my head fall against Wyatt’s thigh. Linc’s movements slow as he works us both through the last waves of our orgasms.
Wyatt’s fingers rake through my hair, which is a total disaster now.
“Damn,” Linc says, resting his sweaty forehead against my back.
“Agreed,” Wyatt laughs.
I blink up at Wyatt. “Did you like that?”
“What do you think, beautiful?” he asks, quirking a brow with that devilish smirk. “I came down your throat like a geyser.”
“Eww,” Kane says.
I chuckle, burying my face against Wyatt’s leg. Linc carefully slides out of me, and I can immediately feel his come dripping out of me.
“Mmm,” he hums, pushing it back inside me with his thumb.
