Page 149 of The Betrothal

I rolled my hips, drawing up and letting Ben drag me back down onto him heavily. I shuddered at the impact.

Seb tightened his hold on my throat and my attention snapped to him. He then turned me to see my untethered desperation matched in the way Alex watched me.

My awareness was drawn to where he dragged his palm roughly over the front of his jeans, massaging the telltale bulge there.

“Are you okay, Killer?” Seb’s voice broke my focus, entranced by the heavy way Alex was handling himself.

I wanted him to handle me that way.

“Yes,” I panted. “Please?”

“You have to tell us, Izzy,” he demanded.

I sobered slightly at his concern.

Ben rocked his hips into me, unable to keep still and I mewled.

“I will, I promise,” I reassured him.

Seb’s eyes shuttered and he snatched me from Ben’s lap.

Ben didn’t need to be told what to do, rising, he stripped. Seb snatched the t-shirt over my head and gasped at my nakedness. “You were going to seduce us?”

“It didn’t take much.”

Seb slapped my ass sharply then palmed the skin, the warm burn lessening making me writhe under his attention.

“On your knees,” Alex demanded. His top was off, his jeans unzipped and opened, he’d withdrawn his cock. His large fist gripped it, barely closing around his size.

My mouth watered and I lowered myself to my knees.

“Let’s go, Firecracker. You tap my leg if you can’t speak, got it?”

I nodded, leaning over him and sucking him deeply into my mouth.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, his fingers wrapping into my damp tresses as he pressed me down onto him and I tried to relax.

I squealed around Alex’s dick when my hips were lifted, dragging me backwards. The pressure of the cock between my legs and slamming into me pushed me forwards onto Alex, his length hitting the back of my mouth. I gagged and Alex rocked up, edging into my throat.

“Jesus, Sugar,” Ben growled, driving deep and grazing the area inside that he knew would have me coming almost immediately.

Tears leaked from my eyes while Ben’s fingers caressed my hips, drawing me back, giving me a second to breathe before hammering forwards and pushing me back onto Alex.

Then they set a pace, each thrust driving me onto Alex over and over, until he lodged deeply in my throat, my air lost. I raised my hand to tap out, but I was drawn back, gasping in a breath.

I cried out around Alex when a tongue glanced across my clit, then sucked it harshly. My body arching between the two men, I broke apart on an orgasm. Whimpering and groaning as Alex slid in and out of my throat.

“She feels like silk.” Ben slammed into me, the action dragging out my climax until the shudders wracking my body subsided. The haze of lust didn’t clear.

Something wet glanced over the delicate ring of muscle that I’d never allowed anyone else near and I bucked.

“Hush, Killer, you can trust me,” Seb whispered by my ear, his damp finger circling a few times before stopping.

I mumbled around Alex, his dick thickening, beginning to twitch in my mouth before he wrenched me off. “Good girl,” he groaned as he ran his thumb over my lips, looking like a man on the edge.

I bent to take him back into my mouth, but he stopped me.

“You’re too tight,” Ben moaned, tilting his hips and rubbing over the spot that had lights dancing in my vision. “Come on me, Sugar.”