Page 52 of Ride or Dies

All the work apparently included raising my hips enough to shove one of Levi’s pillows under me and spreading my legs to allow Mason to kneel between them.

“Slow and steady breaths,” Mason said. “Just try to relax.”

“And think of England, right?” I joked.

Levi snorted a laugh, then rolled his eyes when I gave him a surprised look. “A kid in my history class senior year did his research paper and presentation on the whole ‘close your eyes and think of England’ thing.”

“Is that why Mr. Chavez always made us get our paper topics approved?” Mason asked, his hands warm as they palmed my ass cheeks.

“Really?” I threw him a look over my shoulder. “You’re going to talk about our history teacher right now? The guy with the handlebar mustache who smelled like patchouli?”

“Sorry.” Mason grinned, keeping eye contact with me as he bent down to sink his teeth into my ass cheek.

I cursed and started to turn over, but that was when he pulled apart my cheeks and flicked his tongue against my asshole.

“Strawberry lube,” he said. “And one day, I’ll take the time to show you how good it feels to get worked open with my tongue.”

I gaped at him, head spinning from how fast he changed direction.

“Right now, though…” He let his voice trail off as his cock pressed against my asshole.

I closed my eyes and tried to do what he’d told me. As he eased the tip past that tight ring of muscle, I gulped in a shuddering breath. The entire world narrowed down to where he was trying to bring our bodies together. I didn’t know how long it took, or what the other guys were doing while it was happening. All I knew was that the leftover pleasure from my orgasm somehow mixed with the steady burn from my ass, turning what could have been painful into something impossible to describe.

Then he stopped moving and I heard his breathing, as ragged as mine.

“Fuck, sweetheart, your ass is even tighter than your pussy.” His voice was thin. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last.”

“Just do it,” I managed to say. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

His first thrust drew a whimper from me, but he took me at my word and didn’t stop. He didn’t go fast or hard, but he was deep and I was stretched to the point of impossibility. Then, at some point between the fifth and sixth strokes, a curl of pleasure started to unfurl inside me. I shuddered, pushing back against him.

“Damn, Evie.” He slid his hand up my spine to the back of my neck, holding me there for just a moment before his hand slid underneath my stomach.

Just long enough for me to know that I didn’t hate the idea of him holding me down at some point.

So much to explore.

“You starting to feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, rolling his hips in a way that drew a mewling sound from me as I writhed under him. “You like me fucking your ass?”

I nodded, something dark and desperate growing in me. The hand on my stomach moved down my body as he buried himself deep, pausing there for a heartbeat, then two. As he started to pull out, he pushed his fingers between my folds, one on either side of my clit. He rubbed the sides as he picked up the pace, somehow managing to do both with the sort of skill that promised a release like nothing I’d felt before.

We didn’t last long, our bodies clearly wound too tight, but I didn’t think either of us minded as Mason came with a shout, shoving himself so deep that my vision went white. I screamed his name, spasming around his cock, unable to control the force of my climax.

I stayed at that peak as my chest ached from the lack of air, as my ass throbbed in a way that I knew meant I’d be feeling this for a while. By the time I drifted back down to reality, Mason had pulled out and someone had rolled me onto my back. As the haze cleared from my eyes, I found Levi kneeling between my legs, his eyes burning with blue flame.

He didn’t ask, but I knew what he was waiting for. I nodded once. Leaning over me, he gathered my hands in his and pinned my arms above my head, my wrists trapped by a single hand. Then, with his gaze drilling into mine, he drove into me.

I cried out, my nerves nearly raw, my skin so sensitive that the feel of the hair on his legs, the curls at the base of his cock, was nearly too much. I squirmed, not actually wanting free but needing to struggle just for my brain to function. His name poured from my lips while he silently pounded into me, every stroke containing an almost brutal edge that told me he was still holding back.

“Let go,” I demanded. “Give it all to me.”

His eyes narrowed, confirming my suspicions.

“Please, Levi,” I begged. “I need it. I need all of you.”

I didn’t know if it was my tone, my words, or that he was just too close to the edge, but whatever the reason, something snapped. It became bursts of pain and waves of pleasure, and the line between the two didn’t just blur. He fucking erased it.

I came with a violence that I’d never known, something so drastic and so intense that as I hit the highest height, something in my brain said that I couldn’t take anything else. I heard Levi choke out my name and then the darkness swallowed me.

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