“Fuck, Faye.” He hammered into me erratically, chasing his own release.
“Just like that, Princess,” Dylan urged, stroking himself as he watched.
Jase gave one last powerful thrust, then froze, burying himself inside me as he came with a groan. His hand slipped from my throat to my waist, and his body shuddered behind mine.
I sagged back against him, boneless and shaking, and my head dropped against his shoulder.
With Jase still inside me, I peered up at Dylan through heavy-lidded eyes, but it wasn’t enough. Not when Dylan looked at me as if he needed me as much as his next breath.
“Dylan.” I reached for him, my fingers brushing his wrist and sliding down to join his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. “I want you.”
He stilled, his breath hitching as our eyes locked. “Faye, you just came twice.” His voice was thick with restraint. “We can wait?—”
“No.” I shook my head. “Ineedto feel you. Please.”
He swore under his breath, then leaned in and kissed me like he couldn’t hold back. His kiss was rougher and needier than before. Jase held me steady while Dylan reached for his wallet on the coffee table, grabbed a condom, and tore the foil open.
Once he was covered, he flipped me around to my knees next to where Jase was still sitting on the couch.
“This what you need, Princess?” he asked, lining up behind me, his rock-hard shaft dragging through my wet heat. “You want me to fuck you while your body’s still trembling from the pleasure he gave you?”
“Yes,” I hummed, pushing back and taking his cock inch by inch. “I want to wake up in the morning, sore and aching from you both having your way with me.”
“Fuck.” Dylan’s hands clamped onto my waist as I impaled myself on his cock. “You’re incredible.”
I started moving, grinding back against him, and he let out a ragged groan.
“I need you to move,” I begged. “I want to feel all of you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into me, hard and deep, drawing a strangled cry from my throat. My hands braced against the back of the couch, trying to hold myself up as he found the perfect rhythm.
“Jesus,” I gasped. “You’re so deep.”
“And you’re taking him so well,” Jase said, sliding closer and dragging his palm down my spine. “Think you can come again?”
I nodded.
Jase leaned in, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss that was surprisingly sweet, given how Dylan was driving into me from behind.
Jase’s hand slid between my legs, his fingers circling my clit.
“Oh …” I moaned, arching into Dylan’s thrusts.
“Come for us,” Jase whispered, rubbing my tight nub with just the right pressure.
Dylan growled low in his chest. “I can feel you squeezing the hell out of my dick.”
The combination of Dylan driving into me like he couldn’t get deep enough and Jase’s fingers working my clit pushed me straight into oblivion.
I shattered again with a scream.
“Fuck yes!” Dylan gripped my hips tightly as he slammed into me one last time. He came with a guttural shout, and his entire body shook with the force of it.
It took a few seconds for both of us to catch our breath. Then he collapsed beside me on the couch, his chest heaving, while Jase gathered me against him and kissed my shoulder as my pulse began to settle.
Dylan let out a breathless laugh. “So, a ten-minute break before our next round?”
I snorted, too wrung out to answer.
