Page 210 of Falling in Reverse

It was, honestly, one of the best nights of my life.

And this is becoming a close second because, I’m not sure what malfunctions in my brain, but I’m reaching for Reeve’s face. Cupping the side of it and looking at him like we’re madly in love or some shit.

“You’re not any less to me,” I tell him than save face with. “You’re equally as annoying.”

He smiles at me, not giving one solid fuck before kneeling back in his seat. “Then let me help that further.”

Reeve drops his to toy with my sensitive clit while Torin takes his time fucking me with his fingers.

Two powerful men on either side of me, both touching me and wanting me to break underneath their fingers.

“How long should we make her wait?” Torin asks Reeve as if I’m not here, looking down between him thrusting inside me and my stroking him off.

“How long can you last?” his buddy counters back.

“I’ve wanted to fuck her again for a week, so…not long.”

“Was she tight?”

Torin growls his approval. “She strangled me. Absolute perfection.”

“You wrap up?”

“Yeah.” He thrusts himself into my hand. “We weren’t well-acquainted yet.”

Reeve reaches and plays with a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger as he quickens his movements along my sensitive bunch of nerves. “I’m going to fuck her raw so I can feel every way she clenches and squeezes me. Every time I see her, I swear to God, I want to blow my load.”

“Reeve—”

“Shhh…McQueen,” he replies through my moany little plea. “Save my name for later when I get you one day. Unless you’re gonna come right now, then you’re more than welcome to say my name.”

“Squeeze harder,” Torin commands. “I’m almost there, baby.”

“Do you need me to lick this clit?” Reeve inquires under his breath. “Or are you going to join my boy when he busts his load all over your pretty hand?”

“Fuck, she’s beautiful when she’s about to come, isn’t she?” Torin mauls over. “It’s those fucking blue eyes.”

“It’s the broken breaths. The way she’s trying to slow her body down, but we just won’t let her.”

“Torin,” I pant, sweat forming at my forehead. “Deeper.”

“See what I fucking mean?” Torin leers as if he’s mad, but he only follows my instruction, filling me as far as he can go just to almost draw out and back in. “She’s insatiable and addicting.”

“I could play with this pretty clit all day. Suck on it while you finger fuck her again before the movie’s over.”

“I think I’m going to fuck her again,” Torin decides. “After she creams all over my fingers, she’ll already be soaked for me. It’s only going to get me to nut again and—” I gasp from the sudden hold my orgasm takes on me and that’s the moment Reeve decides to take it.

He kisses me as I crash, my body convulsing wave after wave of impenetrable pleasure when I feel the hot liquid of Torin’s cum stick in my palm as he rides out his own release.

Reeve’s tongue dances with mine, firm but tender, when I fall into an overfilled heap in my chair. My surfer boy craving to ride each and every sway and ripple of my absolution.

He pulls from me then, to my utter dismay, ripping his shirt over his head to expose his flat torso and rigid abs.

Tossing it to Torin, he Eskimo-kisses me with his nose. “Feelin’ pretty good, McQueen? Need me to carry you outta here?”

I hum because the idea sounds amazing, but in reality, isn’t possible. “You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

“I would,” he says without hesitation as Torin gently cleans me up.

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