Immediate need flushed my skin, the burn potent. “Yes.”
“I will, sweetheart. First, I want to watch you suck his cock. You want that, don’t you?” The man had it in him to make me beg and he knew it. My gaze dropped to his long fingers as he squeezed and pulled on his shaft.
Need pulsed, hot and heavy, in my belly. I nodded and looked up at Zayne. He took hold of my nape in a light grip, fisted his shaft with his other hand, and guided my head toward his cock. Only when I closed my mouth around it did I feel the slightest intimidation. They were both big men who’d be filling and stretching me in a matter of minutes. A hundred erotic images filled my head, each one filthier than the last, and I had the sudden urge to touch myself. When I dragged my tongue across the swollen head of Zayne’s cock, he groaned low in his throat. Trent echoed the feeling.
I laved Zayne’s dick once more with the flat of my tongue and he hissed in a breath. Watching his thighs draw taught, I swirled my tongue around the ridge, then dragged my tongue from tip to hilt. His low growl resonated through my heated sex, more so the salty taste of him leaking across my tongue. I groaned and it excited him.
“Fuck, angel.” He fisted his hands in my hair and began pumping into my mouth in quick, short snaps of his hips. Breathing through my nose, I bore down on him, swallowing quickly when he hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged when my nose pressed into his groin, and a primal growl ripped from his lips. “That’s it,” His voice was so deep and husky, it vibrated through my body, teasing me until I shook. “Touch your pussy,” he ordered. I complied, rolling two fingers over my clit, I moaned around his cock. Zayne was breathing hard now. I glanced up. Nostrils flared, brow creased, he was beautiful. A thrill surged through me, knowing I did that to him “Push those fingers into your sweet cunt for me, Rika. Feel how tight you are.”
I could hear myself, the wet suck of my fingers plunging inside my aching pussy, but it only propelled my pleasure higher. I whimpered and closed my eyes against the carnal pressure in my groin.
“Open your eyes, Ash,” the sharp snap of Trent’s words sliced across my flesh like the lash of a whip. Opening them I glanced at him. He was staring at us through eyes that burned a fiery blue. His eyelids lowered, his next words were filled with longing, so potent it shot straight to my pussy but there was no mistaking the command. “Look at him. Add another finger.” I did as he asked, realizing I was now facing the two alphas I’d come to know. They wanted me at their mercy and I willingly obliged. God, I was desperate to come. As if he was privy to my thoughts, Trent growled, “don’t come, Ash.”
My gaze snapped to his trying to convey my irritation. He merely cocked a brow as if to say, you wanted this, now deal with it. His sly smile confirmed my suspicion.
“Suck me harder.” Zayne drew my attention. His grip on my hair tightened almost painfully, and as if sensing how close I was, he said, “stop touching yourself, angel.”
Moaning, I pulled my hand away, aware of the flow of juices down my thighs. Deciding I wanted in on their pleasure, I doubled my efforts to suck Zayne off. Locking my tongue and palate around his cock, I hollowed my cheeks, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and swallowed his demanding strokes, letting him control the speed to ride me, hard and fast. And it worked.
“Fuck, Rika, that’s fucking hot,” he growled. “Jesus, Trent, I’m not going to last.”
I wasn’t sure if that was his signal to Trent to come as well but I glanced his way. Trent was breathing harder now, his grip so tight on his cock, his knuckles looked pale. The beginnings of a climax fluttered inside me. I whimpered, desperate to come. I clawed my thighs to stay the need and focused. Zayne swelled in my mouth. He grew harder. I could feel the tension radiate through his tight grip on my scalp. He was close. Three more hard thrusts and he pulsed on my tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried out, his hips jerking. His hot cum, filled my mouth, thick and salty. I barely had time to swallow before Trent’s roar punched the air. I glanced his way as thick spurts of cum painted his abs. Zayne pulled out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. “You’re fucking amazing, angel.”
Trent arrived at his side. “Clean me up, sweetheart.” He pointed to his stomach lined with milky drops of cum. Gripping his hips, I ran my tongue along his heated skin, making sure I got every drop. After, he also kissed me. “Zayne’s right, you are fucking amazing.”
Although their words were sweet, frustration shadowed my joy and having two pairs of sexy as fuck alphas devouring me with their eyes wasn’t helping the pressing need between my thighs. I glared at them hoping they’d get the picture.
“Judging by that look, I’d say she isn’t happy,” Trent said to Zayne, a twitch of smile told me he was only too aware of what he was doing.
“If you two are done with your psychoanalyses then either fuck me or let me go,” I snapped, every inch of me on fire and desperate for their attention.
“Feisty, aren’t you?” It was Zayne’s turn to smirk. I glowered as he climbed onto the bed, stroking his cock.
My need suddenly pulsed as I noticed Trent doing the same thing. Blood rushed through my veins as my mouth watered.
“Come here, baby.” Zayne reclined on the bed. I neared him. “Straddle me.” I did as he asked, and he pulled me to him. “Trent is going to come in that sweet ass of yours, while I come in your hot little pussy.” I quaked. Lust burning a ravenous fire through my body. “Do you want that, angel?”
“Yes.” I moaned.
His fingers drifted into my hair tightening as his tongue traced the seam of my mouth. I opened for him, inviting him with hungry licks and soft moans. He slipped two fingers into my pussy. “You are so fucking wet.” He was right. I was soaked, and so damn needy. I wanted so much more of the two of them. Angling my head, his mouth teased and wooed me into parting mine, his tongue sinking deeper and swirling faster. Sweeping with expert strokes, he controlled the pace while his fingers created their own magic. A growl resonated from his lips and I devoured it, biting down hard on his lips and unable to catch my breath. And just like that another flood of arousal bathed my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so damn sweet.” He pulled back, licking his lips.
I didn’t notice Trent climb up behind me until Zayne released me and eased me down his body into Trent’s grasp yet he kept his fingers inside me, in slow deliberate strokes, as if preparing me. Trent pulled me back toward him and the tip of his well-lubricated cock rolled over my rear entrance. I gasped.
“Ready to take us, sweetheart?” Trent nipped my shoulder.
An avalanche of hunger crashed through me, I could only nod. My skin turned molten as rapid heat spread through every nerve cell. Trent cupped both my breasts as he slid pass the seam of my asshole, slowly inching his way inside, yet his thick fullness pulsed, demanding I give him what he wanted—hard and fast.
Moaning at the feel of him stretching me, I pushed down and he stilled my movement. “Trent,” I closed my eyes, breathing out his name on a long exhale.
“I’m right here,” he hissed before jerking his body forward, snapping my eyes open. He was seated fully inside me, the length of his erection buried deep, his balls tickling my pussy. “Fuck,” he growled.
The feeling of him tunneling through the forbidden passage had me purring in contentment, begging for satiation. But he didn’t move even when I wiggled my ass. I figured he was just savoring the moment. He dropped soft kisses to my shoulder blades before rocking his hips slowly. Groaning, I surrendered to the guidance of his body, losing myself in the delicious sensations it started.
I stared down at Zayne, who watched me as though mesmerized by the strain on my face. “You’re fucking beautiful to watch, baby.” His warm words seeped through me. He pulled his fingers from my pussy, sucked my juices making my mouth water. He smirked knowingly an a lifted a finger to my mouth. I swallowed the digit whole, tasting myself. Groaning, Zayne pulled and ran his hands over my breasts, down my curves and rested them on my hips. Positioning himself at the entrance of my soaked pussy, he rolled the head of his cock through the slit and I bucked.
“Holy fuck,” Trent’s groan mixed with Zayne’s grunt and my whimper.
