Page 196 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

We knock a row of faders out of place, the noise briefly obscene.

The lights on the board spike red as he presses me back, body lining up with mine so perfectly I almost shiver.

His hand is already between us, working my leggings down until the cold hits the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs, and I gasp again, trembling.

He slips a hand between my legs, rough and impatient, fingers pressing straight into the wet heat he finds there. I moan, louder than I mean to, the sound echoing off the acoustic panels, and bite my lip to muffle myself.

He circles my clit with the heel of his palm, finding the exact spot that makes my vision snap white for one long, blinding second.

“Yes, fuck, more,” I beg, and he gives it to me, two fingers crooking while his other hand holds my hip like he’s afraid I’ll shatter.

He yanks my leggings down the rest of the way in one rough jerk, the fabric twisting, and I kick them off, feet dangling over the edge of the desk. My entire body is vibrating, every nerve awake and screaming.

He undoes his jeans, and I watch his cock spring free, thick and flushed, and it’s indecent how relieved I feel.

He strokes himself once, twice. Just showing off, maybe, or maybe making sure I’m watching. I can’t look away; I’m hypnotized by the way his fist curls around the base, the way the head glosses with pre-come at the tip, the way the veins stand out in uneven ropes along the shaft.

He’s beautiful, dark and sleek and hungry, and I want all of it.

“Beg for it,” Xander says, the command barely more than a growl.

He’s not teasing me… well, not only teasing me. He wants to hear it, needs to hear that I’m as desperate for him as he is for me.

“Damn, I want you,” I say, fingers already scrabbling at his hips, trying to drag him closer. “Fuck me, Xander. Please. Now.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. The head of his cock catches at my entrance, and I can feel how wet I am for him already. He pushes in, just the tip, making me whine, making me claw at his back. And then, with one brutal thrust, he seats himself to the hilt.

I cry out, loud and reckless as his hands bite bruises into my hips, his pace brutal, the desk rattling beneath me, the mixer lights pulsing like a city blackout.

He’s so deep I can barely process it. So deep he’s everywhere, under my ribs, echoing hard through my bones, every thrust a full-body shudder. I can feel the pitch warbling inside me, the vibration of his name in my throat.

He makes a wreck out of me in seconds. My fingers are in his hair, yanking at the roots, clawing down his back, anything to stay anchored while he fucks the sense out of me.

Every sound I make turns him on more. I can see it, the wild dial of his pupils, the sweat breaking at his temples, the way his jaw grinds with the effort of not coming too soon. He’s holding out for me…

“Well, well, well.” I glance toward the door to see Julian’s cheeky smile. “Look what’s happening here.”

I laugh, but it’s embarrassingly high-pitched. Every nerve sings, because I’m half naked and spread open on a desk, and Julian just glides in like it’s a goddamn pajama party.

Xander’s movements don’t falter. He pounds through me, all the harder now that there’s an audience.

Julian leans over me, palms braced on either side of my hips. He’s so close, my breasts brush against his chest with every jolt of the desk.

Xander buries his cock so deep it feels like gut punches, brutal and exquisite, and Julian grins, tracing a finger through the sweat at my temple.

“Looks like I interrupted,” he murmurs, his mouth ghosting the shell of my ear. “Should I watch, or…?”

“Join in,” I gasp.

Xander’s hand fuses against my lower back, his cock driving me down on the desk while Julian’s face appears right in front of mine.

He’s still grinning, that sureness in his eyes, daring and philosophical at once. He brushes his thumb across my cheek, then tips my face up to meet his mouth with mine and pours a kiss into me, whiskey warm and sweet.

It’s a different flavor than Xander’s. Silkier, slower, but no less hungry.

My own moan is caught between them, one man fucking me deep, the other kissing me like there’s nothing left in the world but this.

Julian tangles his hand in my hair, winding it into a leash and drawing my head back, exposing my throat and trailing his lips down my jaw, over my collarbone, down to where my pulse throbs in my neck.