Page 76 of Hell and High Water

“I do.”

“Oh, really? And what's that?” I gasp as Gavin grinds his fingers into my center again, the dual stimulation of his tongue on the outside and the pulsing rhythm within taking my breath away.

“I want a better view.”

“Giving orders now, are we?”

“Just a request.”

Gavin turns, looking between us. “I think I could be swayed into making that happen…”

Their shared grin has me quivering inside, mostly at the thought of the two of them teaming up, taking me together and having their way with me.

I fucking love it.

But I want to take this one step at a time, savor every experience of the journey.

Gavin’s lying back, his head facing Evan as he pulls me forward, dragging one leg over his head, wrapping his arms around my hips.

Leaning back slightly, I grind my center down onto Gavin’s mouth, torn between Evan’s smoldering stare and looking down into Gavin’s hazel gaze, framed between my legs at the edge of the bed.

The choice evaporates as my eyes roll back the second his tongue slicks into my opening, splitting me wide open and driving up to circle my peak once more. I give myself over for a while, grinding down onto his powerful jaw.

A creak snaps my eyes back open. Evan is flexing his ass cheeks, rolling in rhythm with me, his rigid cock standing straight up, throbbing with every thrust into open air. He’s fighting the urge to touch himself with every fiber of his being.

My eyelids fluttering again, I nod, biting down on my lip to keep from squealing.

It’s all the permission I can manage.

Evan’s hand releases the arm of the chair with a visible amount of effort, clutching around his shaft just as hard, squeezing up and down as he continues to lock eyes with me.

I don’t know if I can hold out much longer.

My orgasm, or resisting the urge to reach out to touch him.

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EVAN

Gavin's tongue darts up as he takes a breath, raising Hellena luxuriously above him.

It’s a firebrand, making me sweat as he buries his mouth in her dripping sex, a phantom heat blistering along my skin. I can practically taste her, feel her grinding on me instead of him. I can feel his longing, his rich desire filling the room with contagious sexual tension.

As if I needed to be any more turned on.

It’s tantalizing.

It’s fucking torture.

Her tits glide from side to side, those mouth watering orbs jiggling slightly with every buck of Hellena’s whole body over his head. Her body is always completely hypnotizing to me, but it’s even more sexy when I get to watch her fully, every curve shifting to pure bliss.

Pure energy washes over me in waves, the three of us basking in a current of passion.

I'm not a jealous man, but it riles something up in me.

Something new, adjacent to the animal I keep caged within.

This is self-control in a whole new light.

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