I bat them away. “I’m riding you, remember?”
His frustrated groan makes me smile.
Evan laughs deeply beside us. “She’s got you there.”
Evan’s palm slides up my spine, and his mouth is on my shoulder. His other hand reaches around and finds my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
Callum’s hands move to my ass, helping lift me. The collaboration again.
I pick up speed.
“That’s it.” Callum’s dirty talk is rougher now. Strained. “Use me. Fuck, Red. Take what you need.”
Evan’s fingers find my clit from behind, circling.
“Your pussy keeps squeezing me every time Evan touches you.” Callum’s breathing is ragged. “You like having both of us pleasuring you at the same time?”
I manage to squeak out, “Yes!” I’m close. So close.
“She’s dripping down my thighs, Evan. Feel how wet she is.”
Evan’s fingers circle my clit, and the pressure builds.
Callum’s hips thrust up hard, and the orgasm slams into me.
My thighs lock up. Vision blurring.
“That’s it. Milk my cock.” Callum keeps thrusting up into me while I’m coming. “Fuck, I can feel every pulse of your orgasm.”
He loses it seconds after. His hips jerk, and he’s swearing through clenched teeth.
I collapse forward onto his bare skin. His arms wrap around me. Both of us are trembling.
Evan’s hand is on my back. “You good?”
I manage a nod against Callum’s shoulder, but I can’t speak yet.
Callum lifts me off carefully and disposes of the condom.
I’m oversensitive, but I only need a few seconds before I’m ready for more.
Evan pulls me to the edge of the bed. My legs dangle off, and he kneels on the floor between my thighs.
“Let me use what we learned.”
He doesn’t rush and starts with his mouth, applying every observation from earlier. The exact pressure. The specific angle.
And it’s perfect. Everything is perfect.
Callum lies beside me, hand in my hair. “He’s showing off, Red.”
Evan’s tongue circles my clit, then his fingers slide inside. When I’m gasping, pulling at his hair, he stands and rolls on a condom.
He pulls my hips to the edge of the bed, and then he enters me, standing.
It’s a different angle. Deeper. More intense.
My fingers twist in the sheets. He’s doing everything right, and my body is responding. “There. Right there.”
