Page 134 of Naughty & Nice

“Jesus, that’s good,” he grunts as he takes over my movement.

I’ve no idea if he’s just feeling impatient or if he’s aware that I’m pretty useless with what Hendrix is doing between my thighs, but I’m more than happy for him to take control.

I try to imagine how we look right now with only the glow from the fire illuminating our bodies.

Heat floods through me, the thought alone pushing my release forward.

My legs tremble around Hendrix’s head as drool spills from the corners of my mouth where Wilder takes what he needs from me.

“Don’t let her come,” he growls, obviously sensing that I’m getting close.

One hand slides up my stomach before cupping my breast and pinching my nipple.

My whimpers and moans get louder as my release gets closer and closer.

“Hendrix,” Wilder warns before pushing his dick deeper.

Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, I will my throat to relax.

They’ve both given me everything, they deserve the same in return.

“Good girl,” Wilder praises. His words, his filthy actions added to what Hendrix is doing push me right the edge.

They both know it, too, because just as I’m about to fall, they pull away.

“The fuck?” I bark, making them chuckle.

Hendrix wipes the back of his hand across his mouth before sitting up.

“Hands and knees, Elle. We’re not finished with you,” he says before hopping to his feet as I reposition myself.

They share a look. That’s all it takes for them to know what the other is thinking.

Hendrix comes around to my head, stripping his clothes from his body as he does, and after shedding his t-shirt, Wilder drops to his knees behind me.

My core clenches at the thought of feeling him pushing inside me.

Will he feel the same as Hendrix? Will I be able to differentiate between them?

A smirk tugs at my lips as I allow that thought to grow.

Sounds like a fun game.

“What’s so funny?” Hendrix asks.

“It’s certainly not the fact you two have left me hanging,” I deadpan.

“Greedy girl,” Wilder muses as he gets into position. “Suck him off, Rebel. Just like you did me. Your boy is feeling left out.”

“What are you—” My question is cut off when his warm breath and then his tongue collides with my clit.

I want to say that I’m disappointed it’s not his dick stretching me open, but I find it hard to care when he reignites my lost release in only a few strokes.

“Elle?” Hendrix asks, ripping his eyes from his brother and focusing on me.

“Use me,” I demand. “Just like Wilder did.”

His chest rises as he sucks in a sharp breath.

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