With deliberate slowness, I part my legs and rub myself. The vulnerability is charged, thrilling, as if I am offering not just my body but something deeper—something primal that only they could claim.
“Go on.” Farron gestures. “Touch her. Everywhere but her pussy.”
Dayton walks to the bed and slides his large hand up my thigh. His touch is firm yet tender, as if he’s rediscovering every inch of me. “So beautiful,” he murmurs again, his voice like aprayer. His mouth dips lower, his lips brushing a path along my inner thigh as his fingers trace idle circles on my skin.
Farron strides over, placing one knee on the mattress, then grabs my hands and positions them above my head. “You’re getting too excited.”
I give him a whine of protest, to which he replies by running his thumb over my lips and sticking his fingers in my mouth.
“Suck.”
I run my tongue along them, saliva dripping over my chin.
“Yes, Rosie, get them nice and wet. They’re going to go deep in the Summer Prince’s ass.”
“Oh fuck,” Dayton groans.
Farron snaps his attention to him, golden gaze smoldering. “Take your time with her. Make her ache for it.”
I can feel Dayton’s restraint in every movement—the way his fingers tremble as they trace the curve of my waist, the way his lips hover over my skin.
“Please,” I moan around Farron’s fingers.
Dayton and Farron share a heated glance. Farron nods once, and Dayton’s touch changes, becoming bolder. He cups my breasts roughly, squeezing the heavy mounds as his thumbs flick over my hardened nipples. A whimper escapes my lips, and I arch my back, offering him more.
Dayton groans low in his throat, his self-control fraying like a threadbare rope. He looks up at Farron for permission, and when he receives a terse nod, he lowers his head to my breast, his tongue flicking across my aching nipple.
Closing my eyes, I give myself over to the sensation.
“Don’t move.” Farron releases my wrist and pulls his fingers from my mouth.
He grabs Dayton’s shirt and, in one powerful motion, rips it off. Then he begins work on Dayton’s pants.
“Let me help you,” Dayton mumbles.
“No,” Farron says. “Don’t fucking take your mouth off her breasts.”
Farron’s hand skims over Day’s pants and then erupts in yellow flame. A wave of heat hits me, but in an instant, the fire dies and the fabric flutters away, leaving Day’s skin below unmarred.
“What was that?” Dayton gasps.
A sly smile spreads on Farron’s face. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dream of damaging this cock.” He strokes Dayton’s long length with his hand. With the other, he directs Day’s mouth back to my breasts.
The Summer Prince skims my nipple with his teeth before lightly biting.
“When can I fuck her?” he murmurs against my skin.
Farron chuckles darkly. “Not yet.” He continues stroking Dayton. “First, I’m going to taste how wet she is for us, then I’ll get your ass ready for my cock.”
Dayton rises, a loopy smirk on his face, and the flash of his teal gaze reassures me he’s still here. “I don’t know where this side of you came from, Fare.” Dayton chuckles. “But I like it.”
Farron doesn’t respond as he nudges Dayton out of the way, grips my thighs, and tugs me roughly to the end of the bed.
Day trails kisses up my collarbone before sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck.
Farron’s cheek brushes the inside of my thigh, his stubble a prickly sensation. “Oh, damn,” I gasp.
His tongue darts out. “So good. I can still taste Day’s cum inside you.”
