Page 134 of Double Bucked

He finishes the knot and uses the rope to tug me forward. I love being led by him. His forehead touches mine, and I close my eyes. His breath is soft on my lips.

“Tell me what you want, princess.” His voice is a low, dusty murmur. “I need to hear it.”

“You,” I reply. Everett’s finger drags up my spine. My skin prickles, and I shiver. “Both of you.”

Ransom captures my mouth in a kiss. I open to him, sliding my tongue along his. His breath shudders against my cheek as he shifts in place, pulling out of his clothes until he’s as naked as I am. He winds his arms around me and tugs me into his lap.

I’m off-balance without my arms, but his grip holds me upright. I lock my knees around his hips, settling into the crook of his body. His skin burns like a furnace, his heat pressed against mine. He’s stiff and swollen, and I wiggle in his lap, desperately wanting it inside of me. The friction draws a rough grunt from him. He reaches between us, guiding himself into me.

He’s thick and strong and fills me so sweetly. I gasp, tossing my head back. I fall against Everett, who presses himself up behind me, catching me with his form.

His mouth claims the side of my throat. “Arms up, Claire.”

I lift my arms above my head, my wrists still linked together. Everett guides my arms back, bending them, and loops my arms around his neck.

I’m stretched out now, my arms trapped behind me, my legs hooked around Ransom. Everett tickles his fingers down the front of my body. He draws a torturously slow line down my chest, grazing my nipple, and down my stomach. Ransom’s hands grip my hips roughly, moving me so I’m riding his cock. The dual sensations of both their hands make my head spin.

I’m not used to being helpless. But here, with both of them…

I trust them. And that trust makes me loopy with desire.

“Oh, God,” I hear myself say—or someone who sounds a lot like me, except her voice is more desperate and thick than I’ve ever heard it. “That feels…that feels so good…”

I’m grinding myself closer to the edge. Everett’s hand slides over my rear. His touch vanishes, and this time, when it returns, it feels wet. He presses his fingers between my cheeks, nudging against my tight hole, and I shiver.

“You’re doing so well, Claire,” Everett murmurs, his voice lighting up every nerve in my brain in the most delicious way. “Now, open for us. Both of us.”

His finger slides inside of me, and I gasp. He invades me, reaching places that haven’t been touched. I choke at the newness of it.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Good?” Everett asks.

He crooks his finger, stroking me from the inside out, and my toes curl. Between the two of them, I’m riding a seesaw of unrelenting pleasure, and it’s all I can do to gasp out, “More.”

He gives me what I want. Another finger. Stretching me. Manipulating me. And then, finally, I feel him. Everett has worked me so well that when he presses his lubed cock into my tight hole, my body accepts him. Wants him. Needs him.

I’m stuffed full with both men now. I whimper, unable to control myself anymore. My eyes close, and I lose myself. I feel full—so full. Worshipped. Their hands are all over me. Their lips. Their love. I’m smothered in it, drowning, and when I finally open my mouth again?—

I shout. My body clenches, pulling around Ransom’s cock. I fall back against Everett’s form, whimpering. His hand reaches around, teasing between my legs, drawing out the waves of my orgasm.

Through my blinding pleasure, I see Ransom’s eyebrows tighten together. The muscle in his jaw flexes. He lets out a small, frustrated growl and then finally says, “Grab my throat.”

In my ear, Everett asks, “What?”

“Just do it.”

Everett’s hand snakes out. He wraps his hand around Ransom’s throat. I hear Ransom let out a small, surprised sound as his breath catches, and then his eyes roll back. He groans, and I feel him swell and spill over inside of me.

Everett exhales a quiet, shuddering sigh in my ear.

The energy between all three of us is intense. The connection. The heat.

Our bodies grind together, utterly entwined. One panting, sweating, heart-pounding being.

It’s only once we’ve quieted that Everett asks, “Are you ready for me to let you down?”

I nod. He unhooks my arms from around him, letting them fall back to my chest.

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