Page 166 of Hell and High Water

My middle finger finds her opening a second later, sending thrills of shivers through my body. I feel the sensation mirrored in her reaction, and then another through both of us as I feel Evan’s fingers brush against mine as he slips his hand down her crevasse, toying with her other opening only an inch away.

The long groan that slips out of her mouth has me dripping, throbbing, and ready to come right there on the spot.

“Yes…” It’s all the permission we need.

Evan waits a second as I slip my fingertip in before applying the slightest pressure on her star and doing the same. Then, simultaneously, we slide in another knuckle, then my palm is cupping her, massaging her front as I hook another digit inside and curl them onto her sweetest spot.

Quivers of sensory overload tremble against my hand as Evan matches my rhythm, applying just the right amount of tension.

All the while, her hands never let go of my aching, clenching shaft. She’s gripping it like her life depends on it and the pain is so fucking sweet.

“You'd better hold on to me like you fucking mean it, Hell,” I whisper into her neck, taking her earlobe into my teeth.

“You’d better take everything we give you,” Evan moans into her other ear.

The effect is contagious. Hellena’s shuddering half-laugh, half-moan makes my temperature skyrocket. Waves of anticipatory pleasure coruscate down my legs.

“I cannot wait to be inside you…”

“I cannot wait to come inside you…” Evan continues.

“Both, both, please!” she cries, still held firmly in place by our working fingers.

Before she can plummet over the edge of her first release, Evan pulls back, signaling me to do the same. Hell almost collapses from her flexed pose, and we use it to force her down, bending her over.

With her ass in the air, she’s ripe for the taking.

But first, we lock eyes, the two of us coming to an unspoken agreement.

The first slap is sharp, held back. Then he spanks her harder, earning a muffled yelp of pure delight from her mouth pressed into the sheets.

By the third, fourth strike, her ass is glowing bright red. Her legs are trembling, her core dripping. Without a thought, I drop down, tasting that honey sweet drop, licking up to bury my mouth over her center entirely.

“Oh, Tell! Don’t fucking stop!”

“He always was good with his mouth.” Evan snickers, shifting off the bed.

“Heaven,” Hell gasps, bucking her hips on my face. “Need… Need you!”

His chuckle is pure arrogance as I hear him move above us, positioning himself on the bed. I don’t need to see to imagine what she’s about to do to him. Something like jealousy sends a twinge of longing from deep in my belly, aching out to the tip of my cock.

I need her to touch me.

Like he’s three steps ahead, Evan turns Hellena around, settling her thighs on either side of my shoulders again, facing the other way.

The first sounds of her taking him in her mouth have me groaning into her center, driving my tongue inside her as her hand closes around me, stroking firmly along my entire length.

This is fucking unreal.

Even more so as Hellena begins to quake, her legs locking onto me as her first climax takes her over the edge. It’s only sheer force of will that keeps me from exploding with her.

“Hell…” I hear Evan sing above, sending chills through me again.

We shift, and things become a blur of hands, lips, delicious sensation, and sweet pain as we continue our vicious treatment of Hella’s body and she fights back, clawing at Evan’s back, biting my lip, and tugging on my hair as we lose ourselves again in a minutes-long kiss.

Helena is everything, everywhere. The taste on my lips, the scent in my nose, in my lungs, and every prickling tingle of feeling along my skin.

Evan is my mirror, my other half, pleasing her when I inflict pain, punishing Hell’s ass as I soothe her inflamed skin.

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