From the bowl on the nightstand, I grab one and tear it open. Curling my finger in acome heremotion, Robin moves his mouth from base to tip once more before crawling up the bed.
On his knees in front of me, his cock bounces eagerly. It’s hard to resist running my tongue over the swollen head. I trail soft, open-mouthed kisses over his silky length, my gaze owned by Kit. His grey eyes are stormy with arousal as he watches me swallow him down.
‘Enough playing, honey bee. I know you want to ride his cock.’
As I slide the condom down Robin’s shaft, he shudders under my hands. In a shuffle of positions, Kit and Robin swap places. Kit places his hands on my hips, and he lowers me on the other man’s cock. I’m so slick; I slide to his hilt with a languid, drawn-out groan. But the knowledge of what’s coming next sends shivers of need through my limbs.
With the cool smear of lube between my cheeks, and long, lazy kisses across the back of my shoulders, I’m bucking against the two fingers he works into my asshole. I lean forward, my palms either side of Robin’s head, lick the seam of his lips, and then kiss him wet and slow. Until Kit’s fingers work me faster and I pull away to cry out in pleasure
‘Oh, God,’ I cry out, my bucking motions working in tandem with Robin’s upward thrusts as his hands hold my breasts as though to earth himself.
‘Push back, baby,’ Kit whispers, the broad head of his cock breaching the ring of muscle, my body closing around him as he pushes inside, inch by slow inch.
If you’d asked me a few months ago if I’d ever try anal, the answer would’ve beenhell no. Similarly, if you’d asked me just two months ago if I’d let Kit anywhere near my ass, I’d have told you not only was it improbable, but it was also likely impossible due to his sheer size, yet here I am. With two cocks inside me and loving every hot, filled, and dirty minute of it.
Something tells me Robin has done this before as he falls into a rhythm with Kit. He pants under me, whispering how fantastic it feels as their cocks meet through the thin membrane of skin. Backwards and forwards, they work me in tandem, the sound of Kit’s guttural moans in my ear becoming too much to bear.
‘You’re fucking delicious. I want to stay buried in you forever,’ he growls. Flushed with a rush of desire at his words, my hands begin to scrabble for purchase, not sure where to find it. I want to hold Kit—pull him to me—but make do with the bedding, twisting the sheets until my fingers are bloodless and as white as the linens.
My spine arched, I cry out as white-hot pleasure burns through my skin, bending my mind and body until I’m just a thing—not a person. A rutting, fucking, crying vessel of ecstasy.
Not a moment later, Kit’s movements become erratic, his fingers digging so hard into my hips I’m sure to bruise.
‘Fuck, fuck me,’ Robin chants, his body reacting to the internal pulsing of Kit’s orgasm, causing aftershocks of pleasure to shoot through us all.
Sweaty and sated, we roll apart.
‘I feel as if I’ve died and gone to heaven.’ My words are a raspy exhale, my chest moving like I’ve run a marathon. My skin sticky as I run a finger between my breasts.
‘No, honey bee,’ answers Kit, kissing my cheek. ‘Only good girls go to heaven. Bad girls get to come on me.’
‘You say the sweetest things,’ I whisper, placing my hand over his thundering chest, my index finger stretching to caress his latest tattoo.
A tiny honey bee flying above his heart.
‘Aye, that’s why you love me.’ Curling his hand around my waist, he pats my ass... and my matching tattoo—the thing that Fin had declaredjust the sweetest thing. A kit, or a baby fox, with an overly large appendage. Just like my man.
It’s safe to assume she thought the picture was cute, unaware of the connotation.
‘I do love you, Kit Tremaine. Every dirty Scottish inch of you.’
‘Less of the inches,’ he says, all husky words and filthy smile. ‘Get a tape measure if you’re not sure.’
‘Okay, I love your footlong. That better, ego maniac?’
‘Much, thanks.’
‘I love all of you,’ I add more seriously as he rolls me tighter to him, skin to sticky skin.
‘And that’s why you’re keeping me, too.’
KIT
I’m finishing up at work when my phone buzzes with a text.
Hurry home, or I’m starting this anniversary party without you...
This woman will be the death of me. But I’ll die with a smile on my face, that’s for sure.
