Page 27 of Hooking Up

They fell upon each other. Sixty-nining. Their mouths working each other until their muscles strained and she knew they were about to blow. She must have made a noise of disappointment, because they broke apart and stared at her.

“You want in on this, sweet thing?” Carter pronounced it asthang.

“I sure as hell don’t feel in control here,” she grumbled.

“Oh you are. You get to tell us what you want. Do you want us to keep doing this?” Quint gripped Carter’s cock at the root. “Or do you want something else?”

She felt her eyes glaze over. Theydidlook fucking hot sucking cock. And she enjoyed the burn of having her orgasm withheld. But she wanted what only they could give.

“I want you both inside me.” Her voice sounded smokier than usual. Damn, she really was affected by them far more than anybody she’d been with yet. Her ex was a distant memory. What they’d done together seemed like boring missionary now.

“You heard the lady. She wants us to fill her up.” Quint rolled away, and Carter went for the condoms. Her clit swelled at the thought of both men deep inside her, moving together again.

She tugged her bonds again.

“Carter, get that condom on because that hot, tight pussy needs you.”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

When he stretched out and rolled her atop him, she realized just how much she really was calling the shots. The only difference was she didn’t need to say it aloud all the time—they knew what she needed, wanted.

She sank over Carter’s veined shaft. As each inch filled her, he kissed her into soft submission. She looped her arms around his neck, bracing herself, and Quint pushed at her backside with his cock.

The spongy head breached her pucker, and a deep quake began in her core. She wanted them so bad. When she was between them, she’d felt totally adored. She was never one to dwell on her past, but Frazer wasn’t going to ever fill her head with nonsense about never doing better. She’d done it times two.

Her breath hitched as both men stretched her. Stealing her mind. She met Carter’s gaze, and something passed betweenthem, a slow and sweet honey she wanted to savor. He cupped her face, brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her with a deep passion that sent her into another world.

“Fuck.” Quint pushed into her.

“So tight.”

“More,” she whispered, her mouth suddenly dry again.

As each man found his place and she let them take over her pleasure, she felt herself sinking into a headspace. A spot where pure joy took over. Their arms kept her safe, their bodies supported. And a few dirty words didn’t hurt either.

“Take that cock. That’s it.” Quint sank deep.

Carter palmed her nipples as he jerked his hips. Her pussy contracted around his length. Her mind was spinning like a top, her temperature ten degrees hotter.

Quint licked the perspiration off her throat, and she angled her head to give him total access to that spot she loved kissed. He was so damn good at it too.

He latched onto the tender area and sucked.

“I feel you gripping me so tight, sweetheart. Are you ready to come for me?” Carter grazed the other side of her throat with his teeth.

Crying out, she nodded. “Yes!”

“Good. Come for us. Come on our cocks like a good little cowgirl.”

His words sent a brand new heat to her insides. She rocked between them, reaching toward that end that was a bright star in the sky of her mind. Her whimpers grew louder, throatier.

“Right there.” She could barely rasp the words through the pleasure haze smearing her mind.

“Here?” Carter did something with his hips that sent his cock right into her G-spot.

She contracted once…twice. And came with a cry. As her walls clenched around Carter, his rugged features shifted. He was close, but she wasn’t finished with him yet.

She slowed to extend her orgasm, but the guys were having none of that. Quint buried his cock in her ass at the same moment Carter plunged back in. The double action sent her flying again.

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