His grin deepens, dark and dirty. “Angel, you’ve got no idea how far I plan to take you.”
Then I feel the mattress dip as Dylan shifts. Fabric whispers. His hands return to me, starting low, deliberate, thumbs brushing the insides of my ankles like he’s testing how sensitive I am. The answer is immediate. My breath stutters. My toes curl.
“Easy,” he murmurs, not to slow himself but to steady me. “I’ve got you.”
His palms glide upward inch by inch, leisurely in a way. Calves. Knees. Thighs. Each pass of his hands leaves my nerves singing from the heat of his skin. I’m trembling, bare and open, the anticipation so sharp it’s almost painful.
Everywhere he touches feels claimed. Worshipped.
When his hands reach the insides of my thighs, he pauses just long enough to drive me mad before easing my legs apart.
The air kisses across my slick heat, and I jerk, breath catching on a helpless sound. He hasn’t even touched me there, and already I’m falling apart.
“Jesus,” he murmurs, his voice wrecked. “Look at you. You’re glistening for me, and I fucking love you like this so much.”
The heat that floods my body is instant, all-consuming. There’s no shame in it. Just need. Raw and overwhelming.
Mason leans over to take me all in, his breath catching, his cock throbbing at the sight.
Dylan’s fingers tease just along the edge of my inner lips where I ache, featherlight, maddening. “You’ve been like this all night, haven’t you?” he whispers, eyes locked on mine. “Dripping and trying to pretend you weren’t.”
I can barely form the word. “Yes.”
He hums low, a dark sound of approval that slides over my skin like silk.
“Such a good girl,” Mason says.
Then Dylan leans in, and his mouth captures my pussy.
I cry out, every inch of me trembling.
Devastating licks with a long tongue that drags through my folds, and I moan loudly, shameless and gasping. He groans against me, and the sound sends vibrations straight to my core, making my thighs clamp around his head on instinct.
My hands fly to his hair, clutching fistfuls, needing something to ground me while he takes me apart with his mouth. The scrape of his stubble. The warmth of his breath. The obscene skill of his tongue. Every bit of it builds pressure inside me so fast I can barely hold on.
Mason is right there, his mouth on my neck, his hand pressed over my heart like he’s trying to feel every beat, then he cups my breast, kneading me, pinching my nipple. “You don’t have to hold yourself together,” he murmurs, lips soft and coaxing at my ear. “Not with us.”
The terrifying thing is that I believe him. Every word.
And I don’t want to hold anything back.
Not tonight.
I release my grip on Dylan’s hair and lie back, offering myself to them, every inch of me.
Mason grins, wicked and knowing. His arm hooks around the back of my knee, pulling my leg wider, holding me completely open for Dylan’s ministrations.
“You two are definitely a team,” I manage between gasps, my voice raw and aching with need.
“You have no idea,” Mason murmurs just before he leans in and kisses me.
His lips are hot and hungry, claiming mine while Dylan devours me with his mouth, his tongue relentless and wicked, his finger sliding deep inside me and curling in a way that makes me lose track of everything but sensation. My mind short-circuits. I am suspended between their hands and mouths.
I’m drowning in the rhythm of them, in Mason’s kiss that leaves me gasping and Dylan’s tongue that works me with devastating skill. Mason’s mouth moves to my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking, flicking, and I’m writhing on the bed.
Dylan pulls back just enough to glance at me from between my thighs, his lips glistening. His gaze searches my face as if he’s soaking in the image of me undone. “Ready to scream for us?” he murmurs, his voice rough, darkened with desire.
Dylan pushes a second finger inside me, and I shatter around it, my hips jerking, legs trembling. He doesn’t stop. His tongue flicks and circles my clit, unrelenting in his focus, until I’m crying out, my back arching clean off the bed. My hands fist in the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping me tethered.
