Zayne gripped my hips tightly, ensuring I didn’t move again, then flexed his pelvis and inched in a little. The penetration stole the breath from my lungs. I shuddered when he thrust inside.
“Jesus, you’re fucking tight.” He pushed his way in quickly, past the resistance made tight by Trent’s cock at my rear, the unexpected jolt of arousal wrenched a sharp cry from my throat.
“Oh, my God.” They were killing me, and I loved it. The burn of their cocks stretching and filling me, shoved my senses into a combustible overload, and powered me back to a mind-blowing thrill that stole my breath. Gripping Zayne’s shoulders kept me grounded and entrenched in the reality of what was happening to my body—the ecstasy of being wanted and taken by these beautiful men.
And then they began to move. Anyone looking in would assume that we’d done this before, that these men knew each other. With every second that passed, I discovered they were more in tune than I’d first noticed.They knew exactly how to touch me, exactly what would make me moan and flood my body with pleasure. They learned my body in a way I could’ve never dreamed of. Within minutes they found their rhythm—Trent thrust in, while Zayne withdrew and vice versa—like a beautiful ballet with all the dips, flips and highs—they moved in perfect harmony, choreographed for the ultimate ruination of my senses.
Yet with that beauty came pleasure. I’d never had every single pleasure-point in my body pulsating at the same time—a sensory overload. And just when I figured my body could sing no more, Zayne rolled the pad of his thumb over my clit.
“Oh, God, yes,” I bucked hard, clamping both my pussy and my ass.
“Fuck,” they both moaned.
“So fucking tight, sweetheart.” Trent reached around me and cupped a breast, squeezing the plump flesh and pinching the nipple.
I cried out and he picked up his pace. Zayne gripped my hip to keep me in place while his thumb worked my clit. Another two seconds and I didn’t just fly, I skyrocketed off the edge, flooding my pussy and squeezing my ass as I came.
“Fuck,” Zayne moaned. “So hot. So wet and all ours.” He picked up his pace, matching the cadence of Trent’s beat.
My moans pitched higher, and the little bit of air I was able to regain was forced right back out of my lungs leaving me a panting mess sandwiched between two overtly sexual alphas. All I could do was buckle down and hold on. But they were having none of that.
“One more time, Ash,” Trent growled. “Give us more of that sweet cream, sweetheart. Fuck her harder, Zayne. I need to feel her ass squeeze my cock again.”
“Jesus, Trent, any harder and we’ll break her.”
I had no idea why but hearing them talk dirty shot my arousal through the roof. As if sensing my need, Trent pushed down on my back directing my breasts toward Zayne. He latched onto a nipple, rolling his tongue over the taut bud while dragging his finger around my swollen clit again. And once more as if they’d written this seduction on a play-by-play basis, Zayne bit my nipple, the same time Trent bit down on my neck. Pain ratchetted through my body, clouding the lines of pleasure but so intense, I felt my toes curl.
I exploded. My pussy spasmed and I clenched my ass. I came so hard, white spots danced behind my eyelids. My body floated. I felt myself fall like the effect of a mind-blowing drug. If it wasn’t for the two of them holding me up, I would’ve happily sunk into oblivion.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Trent groaned.
“So close, baby.” Zayne pulled my head down, capturing my mouth in a delicious kiss that shot tingles all the way down to my clit. I could barely breathe but he refused to let go. I dug my nails into his shoulders to keep from catapulting into the euphoria that hung on the sides.
When he finally released me, those golden ambers roamed over my face, so sensual and tender I had no idea I’d whispered the words, “I love you, Zayne.”
Until he responded too, “I love you too, Angel.”
I felt Trent tense and his grip on my hips tightened. Somehow that had the desired effect and I clamped down hard on both cocks, sending them spiraling out of control. Both men cursed as they came with me, holding and caressing me in their own special way and taking a piece of me with them—a piece I willingly handed over.
For the first time in my short life, I felt completely free, unhinged, and happy. I could go on describing how I felt. Even with the bumps and bruises, I’d experienced since waking up from that coma, this moment right here, held my heart over a spindle. Whether it fell or not, I knew that whatever life threw me, it would be worth the pricks of pleasure I’d just endured.
I had no idea what would happen when the three of us walked out of Incognito, but one thing was certain, I had finally stepped out from behind that mask.
