Page 137 of Hell and High Water

Evan’s smooth shaven face, his clean, tight lines.

Both of their muscles are firm, taut to my touch, flexing and rippling under their skin as they pull me, guide me, and fully explore my full figure. My curves lean into every touch, every kiss, unashamed and longing to be felt.

And those kisses don’t stop coming. Evan’s soft lips urgently drag my thong down, returning as they fall to the floor to kiss each cheek, making me flex up onto my tiptoes. Shivers send pebbled skin fluttering down each thigh, down into my feet and back up into my center, forcing a tiny moan from my lips, still lost in Gavin’s kiss.

But I can barely catch my breath.

Evan’s teeth nip at my ass, and I pull away, yelping slightly.

And as I do, he rises up, turning me to kiss him instead, dragging my lip hard with his teeth before burying his tongue in my mouth, pulling mine into his. It's a sudden, aggressive tug of war, a give and take that takes me off guard sends my head spinning.

Leaving Gavin a turn at my exposed backside.

But I haven’t had a say in the matter yet.

I continue kissing Evan as I turn between them, placing one on either side of me, pressed against my shoulders. From this position, they can each play with half of me, my ass, my chest.

And I can get to both of them, too.

I giggle as I struggle and fail to unbutton both of their pants simultaneously, but they’re right there, happy to assist. The sudden loosening of their waistlines lets me feel and see exactly how happy they are to see me.

With a flick of my wrists, both pairs of jeans hit the floor, leaving Gavin in his shorts, Evan completely nude.

My eyebrows arch, looking up at dark gray eyes.

“Didn’t feel like wearing them today.”

“Well, that won’t do,” I mutter, reaching for Gavin’s underwear.

He’s already ahead of me, looking competitive as he kicks them off, resuming his position beside me. My focus is instantly torn between the impressive sight of them, a thrill of arousal quaking though my entire body.

Reaching down, I take hold of them, indulging in a slow, torturous caress of one shaft, then the other. The result is mirrored on either side of me, each of my men dropping his head back, eyes fluttering closed as they gasp to my silky touch.

Just to keep them guessing, I abruptly grasp them, clutching with a firmer grip and tugging.

I giggle softly as they both grunt in response, eyes snapping open and staring at me with longing.

It's so. Fucking. Hot.

The two of them are rock hard for me, both of them practically glaring at me as I stroke each of their lengths.

So different, so perfect.

Gavin's thicker.

Evan’s longer, more curved.

Both are mouthwatering. I see them thinking, planning their next move, how to take me.

Before either of them has a chance to make a move, I drop to my knees, taking Evan into my mouth first, sucking just the head and popping my lips. Then I switch, licking along Gavin’s length, swirling my tongue.

The accompanying moans of pleasure make me throb deep inside, drenching me with hot, slick heat between my legs. With my hands and mouth full, I squeeze my legs together to assuage the pulsing ache, the need to touch myself.

Curling my tongue around Evan’s head, I gulp him down in a swift movement, stroking Gavin with my other hand. After several seconds of tasting one, I can’t help turning back again, spreading my jaw wider to accommodate Gavin and taking every inch of him into my throat.

I can see them tensing, their tolerance for this game coming to an end. The thrill of driving them insane makes me even wetter as they pull me to my feet, nudging me toward the bed.

Palming Gavin’s chest, I push him down and crawl onto the bed, bending over for Evan to get a full glimpse of me. The growl of disbelief behind me nearly makes me swoon.

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