Page 49 of Ten Hammers

I feel Cruz’s hands slide along my skin until he’s palming my ass again. I wiggle, shimmy, wanting his fingers back where he had them before.

He chuckles as his mouth captures my nipple over my tank top, his breath and the glorious pinch of his lips pulling out a low, long moan from me as I give over to the incredible sensations.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Win,” Mason says in a growl against my neck, and he tilts my head into the perfect position to reach my mouth with his.

I latch onto Mason’s lips, probably looking like a starfish, but his kiss is perfect timing. I need him to swallow my sounds, the glass-shattering moans, as Cruz’s searching fingers finally land between my thighs.

Mason kisses me with matching fervor, his arms keeping me steady as I writhe under Cruz’s touch.

I’m so wet. I know Cruz feels me dripping, but I can’t even be embarrassed by myself, because as he slowly drags his finger along the center seam of my shorts, a low groan of satisfaction comes from deep in his throat.

“Best kiss of my life, Win,” he says as he nips at my nipple.

His finger circles my clit once and I squirm until he does it again, whimpering. When he doesn’t stop circling after that, I begin to squirm for another reason, and my whimpering grows louder. With Mason’s tongue tangled with mine, and Cruz’s touch teasing just right, I lose all ability to think rationally. I’m too lost in ecstasy to even realize that I’ve slid one of my hands into Cruz’s hair, raking through his silky brown waves, and the other hand is behind me, brushing across the bulging front of Mason’s jeans.

I might not have a lot of experience with men, my eyes might be closed, now, and my mouth might be preoccupied with Mason’s lips, but buttons are a cinch, and it doesn’t take more than a second before I’m tugging his jeans down, slipping past his boxers and pulling his cock free.

It springs into my waiting hand and when my fingers wrap around him, test the thickness, the weight, and the length of him, Mason groans against my mouth. I stroke my thumb over the head, and now he’s the one whimpering.

“Oh, fuck. Winnie, cupcake. Ohhh, fuck.”

I smile with unparalleled delight to pull these kinds of sounds from Mason, but then Cruz scrapes my nipple with his teeth and a rough finger slides past the fabric of my shorts, hitting my pulsating flesh. My smile turns into an expression that I’m sure is of pure ecstasy. The burst of electricity that jolts through me is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Come up here,” I plead, tugging Cruz’s hair so that he looks up at me. He straightens and my hand slips from his hair to trail down the flat planes of his body.

I stroke Mason harder behind me. I want Cruz too; I’m desperate to see him, and touch him like he’s touching me. Look at him the way he looks at me. He licks his lips as his eyes rove over my body, lingering where he has me spread. He steps closer and his hands find even better leverage than before and as he runs his fingers over me again, I restlessly tug at his towel.

The towel drops and I can’t breathe, I can only stare at the glorious sight of him. My mouth begins to water, as though my brain is sure the glistening drop I see at the tip of his cock tastes like donuts. I grab him and I can’t believe what I’m doing, holding two of my boys, stroking them, but as I do, Cruz eases the barrier of my shorts aside again, and I can’t believe that either.

I have to be dreaming.

“Are you sure you’re not blood-related, because I definitely see some family resemblance.” I’m talking about the sheer size of them, that has me light-headed in the best possible way. My dildos are big, sure, but… they have nothing on the real things.

“Baby, look at me,” he says, and I do, my heart squeezing from the pure lust in his eyes as he slowly fills my aching body with his finger.

Everything happens too fast after that. I don’t even get enough time to hold both of my boys, or run my fingers over every long, hard, velvety inch of their cocks until they’re as imprinted into my memory as the rest of their bodies. Or taste them. Oh how badly I want to taste them, to feel the weight of them on my tongue. But it’s Mason’s fault. He reaches around to squeeze the boob that Cruz had previously ignored. The sparks fly off of me, and as he thrusts up into my hand and squeezes my nipple hard, Cruz strokes his finger deeper, and rubs my clit with this thumb.

I come undone. I pull my mouth from Cruz’s in order to whimper and hiss. I pump both cocks, both slippery with precome, trying to make my boys feel the same delicious licks of desire that are coiling inside me.

“Cupcake, you have to stop,” Mason growls, his forehead against my shoulder. “Stop now, or I’ll come right here.”

“Good, come with me,” I growl back.

“Mom will kill me if I spurt all over her kitchen,” he pushes the words through clenched teeth.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t,” I murmur.

Apparently the threat does the trick. Mason’s cock grows thicker, throbs harder, and he lets loose a thick stream and a cry, which he tries to smother against my shoulder.

That cry, the sound of his pure pleasure, tips me over the edge, and I lose myself completely. I buck hard into Cruz’s hand and then pulsate around him, exploding into fireworks. Wave after wave of bursting tingles and flaming heat, and Cruz strokes me through them all.

I lose my balance, finally, as my knees buckle. I fall backward, but Mason catches me.

But he’s loose-limbed, too, and as he gathers me up, he falls, pulling me on top of him.

The last thing I see before I fully collapse, is Cruz’s sexy-as-sin expression – the way his eyes darken into the richest chocolate as he stares at me. I’ve never seen him look so damn beautiful as his mouth drops open and, with a strangled groan that melts into a contented sigh, he shudders his release.

“Fuuuck that was good,” he says after a minute, still breathless. He falls beside me in a satisfied heap.

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