Page 197 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

Then Xander whips me off the desk, and places me on my hands and knees on the floor. “Take us both.”

My brain short-circuits, but my body is already obeying.

My palms land on the plush rug, knees scuffing the slick floor, and in the next second Xander’s hands are rough at my hips, yanking me back and open.

My breath comes ragged and wild, every inch of me exposed. Head down, ass in the air, nothing but sensation, Xander’s cock rutting into me from behind just as ruthless as before.

Julian wastes no time at all.

He drops to his knees in front of me, palming my jaw, his eyes gone dark in the dim light. He traces my lips with his thumb, then replaces it with the flushed head of his dick.

“Open,” he tells me, a murmur threaded with velvet command.

I do, tongue out, letting him rest there, heavy and warm.

He feeds it in gently at first, letting me taste the salt of his skin, and then deeper, a relentless pressure that makes my jaw ache but I don’t care. I want all of him, every inch.

His palm strokes my hair lovingly, thumb swiping a line along my cheek.

“You look so good like this,” Julian whispers.

He rocks forward into my mouth, his cock heavy on my tongue, the taste of him blooming electric at the back of my throat.

A strangled groan rips from me, muffled by the thick heat of Julian and the ragged slam of Xander’s hips behind me. My body is split between two impossible hungers, both urgent, both overwhelming.

I suck at Julian with greedy pulls, tongue swirling, matching the frantic pace that Xander sets in my pussy. The push pull burns through me, nerves lit up like sparks on a power line.

“Look at you,” Julian groans, and his hand tight around my jaw, holding me, not just fucking my face but worshiping it somehow, like he’s in awe I’m letting him do this.

My moan vibrates up his length and he shudders, hips pivoting forward, and I can feel him restraining himself.

Xander isn’t careful at all. He’s holding me by the waist so tight it’s like I’m part of him, each thrust electric and ruthless, slapping skin loud enough to wake the dead.

There’s a brief moment in which my body genuinely can’t keep up, overloaded, senses fighting for supremacy.

I try to breathe through my nose, try to hold on, but Julian’s cock is thick and insistent and fills my entire mouth until my eyes go wet and my hands curl into desperate fists at the rug.

“Fuck, she’s gorgeous,” Xander snarls, and I feel his fingers dig harder. “Look at her,”

Julian agrees, and suddenly he’s not holding back at all, pushing into my mouth with rougher, hungrier thrusts, his hand fisted in my hair.

The contrast, their differences, makes my head swim.

Julian’s cock is all heat and finesse, a choke and glide, while Xander’s is pure violence, splitting me open with every brutal drive. I want both and I want more, greedy for everything, desperate for the sensation of losing myself entirely.

The room spins. Sound distorts, turning my moans into a drowned-out chorus, but I can feel their pleasure radiating through the way they use me.

Every time Xander slams into me, Julian’s cock bumps against the back of my throat and I choke a little, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes.

I can’t look up, but I know from the strained hitch in Julian’s voice that he loves it, and Xander’s cursing under his breath.

All of a sudden, my body locks, muscles rigid around Xander’s cock while I writhe on Julian’s, and the tremor is so deep it’s almost a sob.

I don’t know if they expect it, if they can feel it building in the way I clench and shudder, but I can, and it’s a thousand times hotter knowing I’m split open and used by both of them, at once, nothing private or hidden about it.

Julian’s muttering a string of praise I can’t make out, but it’s the tone more than the words. A shocked worship, a realization that I’m coming with his dick in my mouth, every pulse of the orgasm squeezing him deeper.

He grunts, hips jerking reflexively, and Julian throws his head back, and in the blue glow of the booth he’s beautiful as sin, jaw wide, throat rippling, every tendon in his neck bared.