Page 72 of Filthy Rich Ex's Brothers

I run back through what it was like with Graham, remember his mouth on my chest, the fervor of my hips moving against him. What it must have looked like from behind, when I was bouncing on his cock.

And I remember thinking about Ryan there, at the same time. Taking him in my mouth, much like I did with him and Travis.

When I meet Ryan’s eyes again, my lust is mirrored there. Maybe he’s thinking about the other night, too.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” he rasps, licking his lips, his gaze locked on me. “And I was wondering if…”

Taking a stuttering breath, I turn to look at Graham and find him staring down at me, at my hand on Ryan’s chest. Voice low, he shows he understands exactly what Ryan is asking: “I’m open to it if Serena is.”

“Oh,” Ryan murmurs, a rumble in his voice, “Serena?”

I nod quickly, looking at one and then the other.

“Okay,” Graham says before tugging me into him, hooking a hand under my knee, and pulling it up so I can feel how hard he is for me. “Hope you guys are comfortable with outdoor sex. It’s a little different than a pillowtop mattress.”

Chapter 38

Graham

If there were ever a roast in my honor, I could see someone making a joke about this. About me getting my rocks off in nature.

“Come here,” I demand, pulling Serena down to the ground with me. Our hands work quickly, freeing my hard cock. She’s wearing a little Italian silk nightgown that makes it pretty easy to slide my cock through her slit, to feel just how wet she already is. “Can you take me, baby?”

“Fuck,” Ryan breathes, dropping behind her.

Serena nods, and I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she swallows hard. “But can you take him, too?”

She blinks, then looks back at Ryan, as though he may be able to tell her the answer to that question. He moves forward, one hand reaching to her hip. “We can definitely try.”

A glimmering mirage of excitement shines behind her eyes. It’s the same thing I saw in the living room, when I asked her if she wanted me to touch her. Almost like she isn’t quite allowing herself to come right out and say exactly what she wants from us.

“Is that what you want?” I ask, bouncing my hips a little, so my cock twitches against her. “You want to try being filled all the way up?”

One of my hands wanders to her pert nipple. I pinch it as punctuation, and her eyes flutter shut just before she says, throatily, “Yes. I want—I want to try.”

So I lean back on my elbows and watch as she takes me, inch by inch, sinking down onto my cock until I’m all the way inside her. Just like before, it takes her a second to adjust.

Unlike before, Ryan is here for it. He watches the entire thing, watches her stretching around me, and I can feel his eagerness rolling off him in waves. Can see the way his hands tighten on his hips, while he battles the urge to tug her down flush, make her take all of me at once.

Seeing him want her, seeing him eager to fill her up, makes my own desire skyrocket. What will it feel like, for her, to have both of us inside her at once?

When she’s settled on me, she starts to move, letting out breathy gasps with each shift. It takes everything in me not to flip her over and fuck her into the ground. I keep my self-control, even when Ryan slides his hands down her back, massages her ass, and starts to loosen her up.

I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can see her reactions and can make out from the expressions on her face that it feels good for her.

And then I feel him inside her, just a finger. Serena lets out a warbled sound of pleasure, going completely still, her walls closing in tight around me. It’s nearly enough to send me over the fucking edge.

Then, Ryan’s finger disappears, and he replaces it, slowly, with his cock. I can feel it sliding inside her inch by inch, just like I took her pussy, and I watch the expression on her face, see the flutters of pain, the moments of pleasure, and overall, the sheer disbelief that this is happening.

I feel it too.

But, once Ryan is fully inside her, murmuring encouragements and kissing along her back, I also feel the need to find a release.

Ryan and I stay completely still, allowing Serena to move how she wants, to take us both, her hips rocking, circling, almost like she did on the couch. Then, she lets out a moan and lays her chest against mine, opening up for Ryan to take over.

And he does.

Each time he pushes into her, it rocks her pussy over my cock, and I contribute with my own thrusts up, into her, knowing from the look on her face that it’s hitting the right spot. I feel the way her chest presses against mine, feel the way her hands grab at my shoulders to find purchase.