Page 74 of Hell and High Water

So I focus, trussing up my wild lust, reining it in just enough to keep it from consuming me, letting it build and grow.

Gavin slides two fingers down my front, gently pinching the hood of my clit, rolling around several times before sliding deeper. Following his fingers, I slip my own down, grazing the head of his cock, making him sigh out a grunt of shock and pleasure.

He pulls back as his hand burrows deeper, pressing my thighs open and slipping two fingers into me. As he does, he presses back into me, his manhood sliding up between my ass cheeks, keeping us tightly pressed together.

A little chuckle escapes my lips as I flex my ass, lowering and raising myself along his shaft.

“Lena, that’s diabolical…” He groans, hooking his fingertips right into the center of my desire.

“Feeling you behind me, pressing up against my back door, is fucking tempting…” I whisper back at him, and I feel his chest heave with an intake of breath.

Right as I push back harder, he swirls his fingers, making me melt, driving me into gyrations against him.

“You can have me any way you want me…” His tone is an avalanche of promises, each one leading to absolute ecstasy.

I reach back behind me, gripping his girth firmly, stroking so unbelievably slowly that he starts to growl, locking his arm around my waist, drawing me against his side as I continue to torture him, up and down.

We play like this for a little while, his dick straining in my fist, my walls clenching around his thick, strong fingers.

Honestly, I could come just like this, just toying with each other.

“I love you, Hellena, with every fiber of my being.”

I moan softly, resting the back of my head against his boulder of a shoulder. “I love you too. You're everything to me, Gavin. Everything.”

“I need you. Now.”

“Not yet. I’m not ready to be done.”

“I’ll never be done, don’t you worry.”

I'm stroking a little harder. He's fingering me faster, deeper. We’re lost in each other, lost in the moment when he whispers in my ear, his voice husky.

“Open your eyes. Look.”

So I do, tilting my head to the left, looking out through the foggy mist filling the room.

Instantly, my arousal doubles, triples.

Evan’s leaning in the doorway, his shirt off, his pants unbuttoned. I can see him through his shorts, rock hard and straining against the fabric.

He’s fucking glowing, his eyes locked on my body, simmering with pure, unfiltered need.

Gavin leans down, whispering into my ear, “Let's finish up in here and go into the bedroom.”

I don’t bother responding, stepping out and snatching a towel. Gavin steps out behind me, shutting off the water, dragging another towel across my back as I continue across the rug toward Evan, dripping everywhere.

Evan’s hands are locked onto either side of the door frame, his body tense, his knuckles white. He’s poised, holding himself back from what I know he wants.

Or maybe it's jealousy I see in his eyes.

I bite my lip, stepping into his space, looking up at him. The question in my eyes is met with sheer, raw desire.

He's not jealous at all.

“What are you looking at?” I ask, reaching back and pulling Gavin back toward me, tugging his hand around and placing his fingers back on my swollen, aching clit.

“I’m looking at fucking heaven. At everything I could ever possibly want.”

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