“No.” My head shakes quickly.
Linc leans down, so his face is right in front of mine. “I promise. It will feel amazing.”
I want to say something about how he knows, but I shove those jealous thoughts away. Instead, I focus on the way my pussy clenches at the thought of having him inside of me.
Wyatt’s kisses move from the base of my spine and over my ass cheeks. I shudder when his dick grazes over my clit.
“You’ll have to settle for my normal, boring cock first,” Wyatt says.
I peek over my shoulder, realizing I haven’t actually seen his cock yet either. It’s anything but boring. I already know the stretch is going to be amazing.
“It’s only boring because you aren’t fucking me with it yet,” I say.
“Well… shit,” Kane huffs out.
In the next second, Wyatt thrusts all the way inside me. I almost faceplant into Linc. He steadies me with a hand on my shoulder.
“You want me to fuck you?” Wyatt asks, sounding a little out of breath himself.At least I’m not the only one.
The surprise and the feeling of him inside of me is just so much. Getting enough air in my lungs is proving to be difficult.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
“Mmm,” Wyatt hums. “What my girl wants… my girl gets.” His hands grip my hips, then he starts to move.
I’ll probably spend hours thinking about how he called me “my girl”tomorrow, but for now, I’m fixating on the steady rhythm of his cock pounding inside of me.
It feels so fucking good that my eyes flutter closed. Each time he hits that perfect spot inside of me, quivers of pleasure start to build.
After an especially hard thrust, my eyes fly open, and Linc’s cock is right there. Without even really thinking about it, I lick my tongue across the head of his leaking cock.
The salty flavor envelops my senses. His cock jerks against my tongue, making me smile.
Wanting to feel it again, I close my mouth around the swollen head. Experimentally, I roll my tongue over the piercing. He lets out a strangled groan, so it must feel good.
“Fuck,” he growls, sliding his fingers into my hair. He pulls it away from my face. “I want to see your lips stretched around my cock.”
His dirty mouth is turning me the fuck on. Not that everything else that has happened in this room isn’t doing the trick, too, but the words that fall from this man’s mouth are dirty as hell.
And I love every damn one of them.
Wanting to give him the show he’s looking for, I take more of him in my mouth. The piercing sliding along my tongue and teasing the back of my throat is different but not unpleasant.
With Wyatt still thrusting into me from behind, I have to keep my hands on the bed, leaving me without any free hands to grip his cock. With my mouth still full, I blink up at him, trying to silently convey what I want him to do.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, angel?” Linc asks. He looks a little undone, which is surprising and hot as hell.
Linc’s iron-clad exterior rarely lets anything ruffle his feathers, so this sight of him is making me want more.More of him.
I mumble a “yes” around his cock, but I don’t think it could be understood, especially with the sounds of Wyatt slapping against my ass. I nod as much as I can in this position, while still looking up at him.
He tenderly slides his thumb over the side of my face. “Smack my leg if you need me to stop. Okay?”
I nod again.
With both of his hands threaded into my hair on either side of my head, he starts a series of slow, shallow thrusts. I gag on the first deeper thrust, but I force myself to relax.
That look is enough to have me doing anything and everything that will keep that expression on his handsome face.
