Page 154 of The Dixon Rule

“Mmm-hmm.”

Shane curls his muscular body over my quivering one and bends his head to kiss me with reckless abandon. I whimper against his greedy tongue, clinging to his shoulders, scraping my nails down his back. All the while, his hips keep moving.

He licks his lips as he straightens up, one hand flat on my belly as he lightly rubs his fingertips over my clit.

“You like that he’s watching you take my dick.”

I nod wordlessly.

“You take it so good, baby.” His fingers tease me, pressing down on that sensitive nub. “Look at you, Dixon. Stretched all around my cock. You’re so tight.”

My hips start to move too. He’s not even fully in, damn it. He’s too big. But my body is greedy. I make a low, desperate noise, trying to buck myself against him.

Shane chuckles.

“Will,” he says without looking over.

“Yeah?”

“Get yourself off watching us.”

There’s a muffled groan.

I see movement from the corner of my eye. Pulse racing, I turn my head in time to see Will sliding his hand under the blanket. This is the raunchiest, kinkiest, most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced. I should feel gross and objectified, but I don’t.

Will rolls onto his back. He pushes his boxers down. I catch a shadowy glimpse of his fist moving over his shaft. His face is turned in my direction. He’s biting his lip.

“If you come before Diana, I’ll let you decide where I shoot my load.”

Will groans.

I do too.

Oh my God.

Shane braces his hands on the counter and fucks me so deep I’m seeing stars again. My body contracts around his cock, pinpricks of pleasure traveling over my skin.

“Better hurry, though,” Shane warns. “She’s close. She’s squeezing me so tight, it’s only a matter of seconds.”

How am I not supposed to be close when Shane is hitting the most incredible spot and Will is working his cock in long, steady strokes, pleasuring himself to the sight of us?

Shane slides his hands beneath my ass, lifting it a little so he can plunge deeper. He goes faster and faster, and I can’t stop the onslaught of sensation. The orgasm is rising. I feel the familiar tingle building up.

I gulp for air. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Do it. Show Larsen how much you like taking this dick.”

Squeezing my ass with one hand, Shane uses his other one to rub my clit again, all the while maintaining that torturous pace, those deep strokes.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through me. I don’t try to hold it back; I couldn’t if I wanted to. My fingers splay out on the counter, shivers consuming my entire body as I experience one of the best releases of my life.

Shane doesn’t stop drilling into me after my orgasm passes. He still has to reach his own. But he’s close—I know by the primal grunts that leave his mouth.

“Sorry, Will, you weren’t fast enough,” Shane mutters, then groans when my inner muscles clamp around him, still contracting from orgasm.

Will is groaning too, stroking himself while his gaze remains glued to me and Shane. To the place where we’re joined. To Shane’s thumb still grazing my clit.

“I’m coming,” Will mumbles, and an answering bolt of desire shoots through me.

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