Page 55 of Tickled Pink

“Shh,” I whisper, finding my balance. “I need you. Now.”

Max smiles, and I ride. Smooth and steady, I grind on him. A few years ago, I had no confidence in myself. Being naked with a man was a challenge, but I haven’t felt that way since Max and Thad took me home with them from our high school reunion. The way they looked at me that night — they’ve never stopped. They see me as beautiful, inside and out, and they’ve never made me doubt my beauty for a moment.

Max touches my body, his hands finding my breasts. My nipples bead in his palms as pleasure blooms along my skin. I moan. He groans. We move our bodies as one, each touch bringing us closer to climax together.

“Oh— sorry.”

I swivel my head to the open bedroom door as Thad slinks inside.

“Pretend I’m not here,” he says. “Just popping in to grab my phone charger and back downstairs I go…”

I laugh, the sound blending with my moans. Max and I say nothing, neither of us keen on words at the moment. One touch of my cheek, and Max draws my attention right back to him. Heat flushes wherever his skin grazes mine. I’m so close. He’s so close. We…

A thick hand slowly grips my throat. Soft as a butterfly wing, but firm enough to make my heart skip twice.

“Thad,” I gasp.

“Shh,” he whispers beside me. “Don’t look at me. Look at him.”

Max grunts. “Thad—“

“Shh,” Thad says to him. “Don’t look at me. Look at her.”

We obey. I lock with Max’s green eyes, but the presence around my neck is hard to ignore.

“Keep going,” Thad growls in my ear. “Don’t stop fucking him.”

I don’t stop. I don’t think I even could.

“You like riding his big dick?”

I gasp a response meant to mean yes.

He chuckles, deep and thrilling. “Good girl. Feel him inside of you. Feel how much you like it.”

I whimper and shake, held up by both of their hands.

“Keep going,” he says. “Fuck him until you come.”

I grab Thad’s muscular arm, clinging to him as my body responds to his words. Climax rips through me, driving me to bump and grind myself even harder along Max’s shaft. I want to fall, but Thad refuses to release the safe latch on my throat.

“Max.”

Thad’s voice echoes between my ears. Max merely hums, still unable to voice anything at all.

“Fill her with cum,” Thad says. “She’s earned it.”

Max releases a moan as his entire body flexes at once. He obeys as I did, coming on Thad’s command and pumping upward until he’s spilled his last drop inside of me.

Thad chuckles, his deep tone rising to his usual light-hearted sound. “Okay, I’ll see you guys later,” he says.

He releases me and walks out of the bedroom with his phone charger.

Finally, I collapse. Max takes me into his arms and I rest against his rapidly rising and falling chest.

We go quiet, too spent to speak. Too shocked to admit the places our lust took us. My pulse thumps in my throat, and I feel Thad’s phantom fingers wrapped around it still.

“Phoebe,” Max says after a few minutes.

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