Zayne sucked in a sharp breath when I wrapped my fingers firmly around his erection. He was long and thick in my hand, and I wondered how he’d react if I dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth. I squeezed him harder, and he groaned.
“Should we give her what she wants, Trent,” Zayne asked, keeping his gaze fixed on mine.
“Are you ready to take us both, Ash,” Trent nipped my shoulder, rubbing his hard cock along the cleft of my ass.
Lust crashed in my belly. I turned in his arms, pulled his face down to mine and kissed him, sucking and biting on his tongue and lips until I couldn’t breathe. “Is that a good enough answer?”
He chuckled. “She’s ready.”
When I turned to face him, Zayne was undoing the last button on his shirt. I watched as he parted the dark material, revealing the toned body and defined abs I’d wanted to touch so often. This time I did, and he let me. I skimmed my fingers across the hard lines and smooth skin. When I leaned down and sucked on his nipples, first one then the other, his breathing sped up and his skin pebbled beneath my mouth. I smiled at my power over him. I tugged at the button on his pants, and he stopped my hand.
“Please.”
Instead of giving me what I wanted, he moved away and reclined on the bed. “I want your cunt on my face, angel.”
With his words, another flush swept through me. My heart pounded but my pussy clenched, anticipation shortening my breaths. I glanced at Trent.
“Give him what he wants, sweetheart.”
If Zayne’s voice was the command of sin, then Trent’s was the penance itself.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, and inched my way up to his face, my movements awkward. I’d never sat on someone’s face before but considering I’d never fucked two men either, there was a first time for everything. Zayne cupped my ass cheeks with both hands and I tensed just a little, but any hesitation other than my hitched breath was wiped from my mind when he tongued my clit. I shuddered, gripping the top of the upholstered headboard for balance. He ate me out like a man possessed, his tongue spearing my soaked channel, biting down on my clit before sucking it between his thick lips.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he muttered against my pussy.
My body tightened, the unwinding coil in my lower belly springing to life once more as a shocking burst of sensation tingled through every sensitive point in my body. I squirmed trying to escape the onslaught his teeth inflicted. He was having none of that. Digging his fingers into my cheeks, his firm grip kept me in place.
As if summoned by my desire, nothing prepared me for the stomach-quivering pleasure that ratcheted through me when Trent’s hands slid around me to cup my breasts. “Don’t come, sweetheart, not yet.” his husky whisper caressed my ear. With his knees anchored into the mattress, he straddled Zayne behind me. I released my hold on the headboard and leaned my back into Trent’s chest. He bit the sensitive skin at my neck then soothed it with his flattened tongue. I shuddered.
Zayne slid his mouth lower, his tongue pushing into my pussy. Where Trent’s mouth earlier had been soft and gentle, this time, Zayne’s was abrasive, more demanding. He nipped my clit, his teeth pulling on the folds before he used his tongue to suction the swollen bundle. As if he sensed my need, Trent pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Pain and pleasure blended, sparking flames of need I wanted sated. I cried out, “Oh fuck, yes. I need to come.”
“Not yet,” Zayne echoed Trent’s words against my pussy.
I moaned.God help me.
Moving one hand to my jaw, Trent angled my head up to his, teasing my lips with soft licks while his fingers unleashed torture on my breast. That tightness between my legs, the one I felt with Zayne’s predatory stares and Trent’s touches, started to pulsate, spreading rapidly through my limbs like a resonant beat. “Oh, God.” My words were swallowed by Trent’s hungry mouth eating away at mine. His hand dropped away from my jaw and feathered over my skin from my neck all the way to my asshole. He turned away for barely a second before he returned and rolled a finger cool with lube over the puckered rosette. “Please...I can’t,” I panted, my second orgasm already spiraling its way down my spine.
“Only if you come harder than you just did.” Trent nipped my earlobe.
I had no idea whether I responded or not because every nerve ending kicked into gear as he began to push his finger in. “Oh, fuck,” I could hardly speak, barely breathe as my skin ignited, my body floated. Drowning in pleasure my toes curled. I couldn’t recognize the words falling from my mouth. And just when I couldn’t hold on, Trent thrust his finger deeper at the same time as Zayne’s teeth scraped my clit.
“Come, Ash,” Trent ordered.
“Oh, God,” I wasn’t sure if I screamed because my body convulsed, ripping my second climax from me leaving me a shaking mass. Trent’s finger worked my ass faster while under me, Zayne groaned, lapping me up, with quick sharp strokes, squeezing my hips to keep me still.
I was still shaking when Trent lifted me off Zayne and laid me on the bed. And just when I thought I couldn’t be pleasured anymore, Trent leaned over me and kissed me. His lips were slow, flirty, and wicked in the way his tongue danced with mine before nipping his way down to capture a nipple in his mouth. As if taking his cue from him, Zayne slipped down to the other side of me and latched onto the other nipple. Both men squeezed my breasts while their tongues teased and nibbled the hard buds. Having just come twice, I didn’t think it possible to get wetter than I already was, yet the sight of these two hot men lapping at my breasts like it was the best damn meal on the menu, had my juices dripping down my thighs and my fingers biting into their scalps. When I cried out, they pulled back, their lips wet, pink and kissable.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Trent asked.
“Please,” I didn’t care that I begged, I was so ready to have their cocks fill me.
“Not yet,” Zayne said. I rolled my eyes and they both chuckled. “You want us to fuck you, angel?” I nodded. “We will.” He rolled a slow finger through my drenched slit then licked his finger. I shivered. He dipped it in my slit again. “As soon as you use this pretty little mouth to suck our cocks.” This time he pushed his finger into my mouth. “Suck it, Rika, show us what that clever tongue can do.” Drawing his finger all the way into my mouth, I curled my tongue around the digit and sucking hard. I flicked a gaze between them as they watched me, their faces glowing with arousal. Zayne groaned and withdrew his finger.
Licking my lips, I watched them straighten and remove their pants. I had no idea if they’d discussed tonight but the way they matched each other’s movements, was like watching a well-coordinated opera and sexy as hell.
They stood at the edge of the bed, their expressions expectant. I rolled up onto my knees and moved closer, positioning myself between both. I ran my gaze over the length of their bodies, admiring taut muscles, slabbed chests, and defined abs. A girl could get used to this sight, daily. I hadn’t seen Zayne completely naked before and I took a moment to appreciate his heavily veined cock. I looked up and he quirked a brow. I ran the tip of my tongue over my lips telling him I liked what I saw and in response, just the tiniest of smiles teased his mouth. I reached for Trent.
He backed away, sat down on the leather couch and spread his legs. His eyes on me, he stroked himself. “You want me to fuck you, Ash,” he demanded.
