I shook my head. “You paint such an interesting picture with that question, but it could mean anything.”
Diesel growled low in his throat.
I’d barely even heard him speak, and I had no idea what the sound meant, but it landed square in my chest and turned my head in Colt’s hands. “What do you expect from me?” I took a minute to examine his face and try to understand the tightness around his eyes and the tic of a muscle in his cheek.
He palmed one side of his face then reached for me, his work-rough hands scraping on the smoothness at my hip. “We can take turns. That will be more comfortable for you.”
“Fuck comfortable. What did you want to do?” I was invested now, and I sat up, my inner thighs still trembling.
Colt grinned wide and punched Diesel in the shoulder. “You tell her.”
The look Diesel gave Colt would sear any other man, but Colt laughed in his face until Diesel cracked and shook his head. “There are a few options. You could give one of us a blow job while the other is inside you.” The muscle in his jaw leaped.
Did that mean he hoped for that option? “Or?”
His hand roamed up my hip and across my ribs. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Or we are both inside you at the same time.”
“Both inside me where?” What did it say about me that I enjoyed teasing the silent guardian of the Iron Vultures?
He swallowed hard and scooted close enough his dick bobbed across my thigh. “Well. One of us could be in your ass and the other in here.” He palmed between my legs.
Oh. My pulse raced. “What if…” I swallowed and licked my lips.
His gaze dropped to my mouth and held there.
“What if we start out with the blow job, then you can have my ass.” I’d done it a few times, and while it wasn’t exactly comfortable or my favorite position, I didn’t mind it. Then again, I’d never been with anyone experienced enough to do what Colt and Hawk had.
I had no doubt Diesel was just as good. I eyed his cock. “You really think you can get that in my ass?”
“Oh, I’m the ass guy.” Colt wiggled his cock side to side. “And I’m confident in my ability to help you accept me. Diesel wouldlovea blow job.”
“Is that true?” I shifted and slid down the bed until his cock was within reach.
I barely waited for the tiny nod of approval before I wrapped my lips around him and sucked.
He was too thick for me to take much, so I wrapped both hands around his shaft and stroked downward while wrapping my tongue around the head and licking.
The groan that rolled through him vibrated in my chest.
Colt angled my body so that I held most of my weight on my legs, with my knees bent beneath me.
He fondled my breasts, tweaking the nipples one by one and sliding his cock between my legs. “You’re still wet, Callie. So wet for us.”
I couldn’t speak, but I rocked my hips and wiggled my ass.
He laughed and smoothed one hand over my right cheek, then the left. “You can tell me to stop.”
I bobbed my head over Diesel’s dick, taking him as deep as I could.
He gripped the sides of my head and held me in place, rolling his hips upward in tiny bursts that thrust his cock over my tongue and into my gag reflex. He let go, but I’d caught the way his eyes flashed. He liked when I pushed myself. I did it again, humming and widening my jaw as much as I could.
Colt pressed the head of his cock into my ass.
He reached between us and massaged my clit, then pushed in further.
A slight burn stiffened my spine, and he increased the pressure on my clit, using the growing need to help him slide all the way in.
A breath shuddered out once he’d fully seated his cock in my ass. “Fuck, Diesel. I hope you’re ready for this.”
