He grunted, slowly rolling to his back and shifting closer to Magnus. His eyes were a little wild as he stared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She wasn’t sure if it was arousal or fear. She hoped it was the former because the last thing she wanted was to freak him out, but she also didn’t want to leave him out.
His gaze snapped to his cock when Ava leaned forward and curled her hand around him. He wasn’t as big as Magnus, but he wasn’t a small man. Her fingers touched at first, but the longer she stroked him, the harder he became until he was impressively large. Harrison hadn’t been well endowed, and even during those few instances when she was willing to take him inside her, he had never pleasured her that way.
“Fuck,” Magnus whispered, shifting so he could watch.
Ava spent several minutes easing Trey into it, learning every inch of his cock by touch. She teased her fingers over his balls the same way he’d done to Magnus. She cupped him gently, watching to see his reaction.
“Oh, Ava…” His head fell back, his chest expanding as his neck tightened. “It’s…” He trailed off, his hips beginning to pump, driving his cock into her fist. She tightened her grip a little, grazing the head with her thumb. A pearly drop of precum had pooled on the tip, and she had an overwhelming urge to lick it off.
So she did.
“Fuck me,” Trey hissed, his head snapping up, eyes opened.
Ava kept her gaze locked with his as she licked the head, curling around the wide crest, then trailing down the underside. She wasn’t sure what he liked, but she was intent on finding out. He didn’t stop her, nor did he reach for her the way Magnus had. His hands were fisted at his sides, much the way hers had been the other day when Magnus had made her come with his mouth.
Her pussy clenched at the memory, liquid heat pooling between her legs.
“Stop,” Trey snapped. “Not yet, girl. Please.”
Ava grinned, releasing him as he’d requested. She had to admit that the first time he’d called her that, a few minutes ago in the shower, she’d been so turned on it was a wonder she hadn’t melted into a puddle. There was something intoxicating about his gruff voice and that silky drawl that made her want to hear all the dirty words in his vast arsenal.
“It’s my turn,” she decided because she knew that was what Magnus needed to hear. He was hesitant, but Ava was ready. She had been for a while now, no longer living under the weight of her past. She wanted something real, something good to replace all those negative memories, and Magnus and Trey were willing to give her that.
“Condom,” Magnus urged when she straddled his thighs.
Trey was instantly on his feet, reaching for the nightstand.
“I’m clean, Ava,” Magnus said, his tone reassuring. “But you’re not on birth control.”
“Actually, I am,” she corrected him. “Two months ago, I had my prescription refilled. I had them mail it here.”
Trey turned back to them, a condom in hand.
Magnus’s eyes flashed with something she’d never seen before. “Are you saying…?”
“I want tofeelyou.” She stared deep into his pretty hazel eyes. “No barriers.”
“I want to feel you, too,” he rasped, holding her stare as though it was a lifeline.
Trey tossed the condom on the nightstand and moved behind her to the end of the bed. The mattress dipped, and Magnus brought his legs together as Ava shifted forward, taking him in hand. She wasn’t sure he would fit, but by God, she was going to try.
“Slow,” Magnus growled as she leaned forward, planting one hand on his chest.
She lifted her hips and guided him to the slick entrance of her pussy. Once it was positioned against her, she leaned forward and planted her other hand on his chest, slowly easing down on him. She could feel the delicious stretch as he slid in inch by glorious inch. When it became too much, she eased off but tried again. Each time, her pussy grew wetter, slicking him more and allowing him to slide deeper.
And when Trey’s hands slid over her back, she moaned, her pussy spasming around Magnus’s cock. She loved that he was touching her. She craved that touch and so much more. The entire time, Magnus remained motionless, his jaw clenched tight, his breaths rasping out of his nose. Ava remained in control, taking what she needed from him. It was the most intense moment of her life, and she got lost in the sensations. Trey’s hands moving over her, Magnus’s cock gliding against sensitive nerve endings … she’d never felt anything so intense.
“Lean back, girl,” Trey rasped near her ear.
Ava stopped moving, sitting up as Trey’s arms banded around her. He remained at her back, straddling Magnus’s legs.
Magnus’s entire countenance changed as Trey pulled her back against him. When she relaxed into him, his big hands covered her tits. He kneaded them gently but thoroughly.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, rocking her hips in an attempt to get Magnus to move. She needed more.
“She likes that,” Magnus acknowledged, lifting his hips and pushing his cock inside her. “Her tight little pussy is strangling me.”
She loved his dirty words. Ava moaned, her pussy spasming relentlessly. She wanted him to say more because the vulgarity and the scorching heat in his eyes turned her on.
