Page 76 of Day Shift

Lucian chimed in, a smug grin on his face, “I took her v-card, but she would never let me pop her ass’s cherry.”

Conan’s brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with concern. “What do you think about trying to take two dicks at one time?” he asked bluntly. The thought of me experiencing any discomfort set off such an intense protectiveness about him.

At this point, I was about to jump and run, but the night had been amazing so far, and I wanted to give these two men something special to remember me by. And the impending wedding hung over me like a dark cloud, so I wanted to make the most of my remaining days.

The lump in my throat made it hard to speak. “Do I have to?” I managed, my nerves twisting inside me.

Conan shook his head, a dark chuckle escaping him. “Of course not. There are plenty of ways we can fuck you until you don’t remember your name,” he said, glancing down at Lucian, who lay there with a cocky grin on his face.

I forced myself to relax, trusting that neither of them would push me past my limits. At least, I hoped that was the case.

Lucian’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Hand her over, Conan. Let’s get her warmed back up.”

Conan carried me over to the bed, keeping his eyes on Lucian. As he started to position me over him, there was a fire in his gaze, a raw hunger that made my breath catch.

“Looks like we’re in for quite the adventure, Angel,” Conan murmured.

He turned me around so I faced the headboard, then lowered me over Lucian until my legs were straddling his head, my knees were pressing against his shoulders, and my pussy was hovering just above his face. Lucian helped position me, his hands rough but tender as they skimmed over my legs, sending shivers through me. Conan’s massive hand traveled from the base of my spine up between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward until my hands landed on either side of Lucian’s hips.

The sight of Lucian’s cock, so close and hard, made my mouth water. A surge of heat flared between my thighs, making me ache with anticipation.

Conan moved to the side of the bed, his gaze roaming over my body. “Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he said, his voice a rough growl. “Ass in the air and that hungry look in your eyes.”

He reached over and trailed his fingers from the seam of my bottom to the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his for a quick kiss.

Fiery tingles shot from my lips to the apex of my thighs. Lucian’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me down, and the next thing I knew, his tongue was flicking against my clit. My gasp was met with Conan’s approving nod.

“Enjoying yourself, Angel?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine.

Biting my lip, I moaned in response, the sensation of Lucian’s mouth on me driving me wild. My hands trembled as I reached for Lucian’s cock. I wrapped my fingers around him and gave a firm stroke. Lucian groaned into me, his hips lifting slightly in encouragement.

Conan watched us with darkened eyes, his arousal evident against his jeans. “Take your time,” he instructed, his tone low and commanding. “We’ve got all night.”

“You like that he’s watching you,” Lucian said. “Now be a good girl and show him how fucking desperate you are for my dick,” he demanded against my folds.

I slid my tongue up, across the bulging veins of his shaft. Then I flicked it across his sensitive frenulum before leaning forward and taking the tip into my mouth, the pre-cum leaving a salty taste. Just then, Lucian’s thumb entered me as he nipped hard on my swollen nub with his teeth, causing me to throw my head back and gasp.

Conan growled, “God dammit, I need to get out of these fucking clothes.”

By the time I glanced over at him, he was already shirtless and working his jeans off. The sight of his powerful body made my pulse race. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this—having two men I cared about fuck me at the same time. I’d never imagined this would turn me on so much, but here I was, practically shaking with eagerness.

A sigh slipped from my lips, and my whole body burned. I was on the edge of an orgasm from the mere thought of having both of them. Lucian noticed immediately. “Oi, what’s got you so worked up suddenly, love? Your walls just clenched so fucking tight around my thumb. What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice vibrating against my clit.

Conan chuckled, stepping closer. “Don’t worry, Lucian. She’ll be showing us exactly what she’s thinking soon enough. Right, Angel?”

Before I could respond, Lucian hauled me tighter to his face, and his mouth went to work as if I were his ultimate feast. He devoured me, nipping at my clit and drawing it into his mouth with such intensity that my legs trembled. His tongue worked its magic on me, each movement precise and demanding.

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned, one hand gripping the sheets while the other held his cock between my lips. His mouth was relentless as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

Conan came up behind me, his hands warm and firm on my hips. “That’s it, Angel,” he murmured. “Show us how good this feels, how much you want this. Come all over his mouth.”

I could barely think, lost in the pleasure Lucian was giving me. My moans turned into desperate cries, and I bucked against his mouth and hand, chasing the climax that was building so fast.

Conan’s hands moved up my sides, brushing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. The combination of their touches sent me spiraling. I let out a muffled cry around Lucian’s cock, my body convulsing with the force of my climax.

Lucian didn’t let up, his tongue and lips drawing out every last shudder of satisfaction from my body. Conan pressed his chest against my back and wrapped his arm around my middle, grounding me, keeping me from completely losing myself in the sensations.

His breath brushed against my ear as I came down from the high. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “But we’re not nearly done yet.”

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