Page 187 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“You're deep-throating him, baby. You’re so damn beautiful it hurts.”

On the other end, Cade slowed his thrusting and worked me gently. His fingers teased my clit and my ass. He breached with a tiny pop and sank his thumb into my ass, giving me a wave of entirely new sensations.

Jace began to pump faster. Overwhelmed, I almost forgot to breathe.

Muscles rippling in the dim light, he lifted my head and eased back, the tip perched on my lips. “Breathe, baby. That’s it.”

Cade pulled out until only the tip of the crown spread my velvety walls open. Using his strength to drive in, he fucked me so hard we made the table skid. I groaned around Jace’s cock and could feel him on the verge of coming. His balls drew up tight, and he grew impossibly thick. I tightened my legs as Cade fucked me hard and fast.

My orgasm balanced perilously on a fine edge. Almost there. Another flick of my clit or tease of my ass and I would lose all control over my body.

Each time he thrust in, my pussy gripped his cock. His biceps flexed, and the abs I’d have my tongue on soon enough rippled from coiled pressure building. I knew because I felt it too.

This was hot, wet, and wicked, and nothing of how I saw my evening going. A little under an hour ago I would have guessed I’d be in bed trying and failing to sleep, and then fingering myself until I found some kind of release with Jace and Cade on my mind. Not me actually taking my pleasure wrapped around two old flames.

Cade rocked his hips and pounded into me. He thumbed my clit with hellish strokes—once, twice—on the third stroke my pussy gripped his cock, and my ass tightened around his probing thumb. My orgasm lashed through me, coiled, and then exploded.

Two more pumps and he forced my pussy to contract with aftershocks again and again.

“Where do you want it, baby?” Jace growled, the angry head of his cock pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

I shuddered at the idea of wearing their marks. I fantasized countless nights about them doing exactly this, and now that it was finally happening, my heart wouldn’t stay put. It lurched in my chest.

Jace pulled from my mouth at the same time Cade slid from my pulsating pussy. My juices glistened on their shafts and coated their hand.

“I want you everywhere!”

I watched as both men fisted their cocks and stood over me, jerking from root to tip. Hot ribbons of cum spurted from the swollen crowns of their slicked-up cocks. I gasped and moaned, loving the feel of their seed hitting my skin. Burning me with our shared pleasures. I felt each rope like a branding iron as they shot their cum all over my breasts and abdomen.

Slowly I floated down from heaven and slid my fingers through their juices with a deep pain of regret as I remembered this would be our first and last time together.

Seven

Elle

Days later and I still couldn’t wrap my brain around what happened back at the club. Just sex was what Maddy had gone on and on about before she found her soul mate on our wine Wednesdays, the one time of the week we talked about life, men, my lack of, and my favorite topic—food. After what happened with Jace and Cade, I finally had something wild to share. And holy crap had my story knocked her socks off!

Nothing in my life compared to how they made me feel. I held that close to my chest and savored it. I mean, who wouldn’t have to stop and think about the dirty things we did? I wouldn’t be able to look my parents in the eyes for weeks once I arrived in Miami.

I checked my phone and just like all the hundreds of times before—no messages. I didn’t know what I expected. We parted ways with a kiss and no promises of next time since they had to leave town and get ready for the opening game of the season.

I understood, but the burn and ache hurt the same. They went their way, and now I had to go mine. For the better, I kept telling myself. Hadn’t that been my plan all along?

“You blush any redder and I might have to put you in a cold shower before you can leave.”

I turned to see my best friend walk through my bedroom door with all smiles, and I admit seeing her made me misty-eyed.

“None of that,” she soothed, wrapping her arms around me tightly. “You need this—don’t forget that. A change will be good for you.”

“I’m gonna miss our girl nights.”

“Me too, but we have our phones and video chats until I can get down to Miami later this year. I always wondered what a tropical Christmas would be like.”

I smiled. “Beach, sand, sun, and bikini at Christmas.”

Maddy smirked. “Don’t forget the umbrella drinks.”

I zipped up my suitcases, and together we lined them up outside for when the taxi arrived. Goodbyes hurt my heart, but we had a long talk last night and I knew our friendship would be ok.

---