Page 69 of Third Wheel

She couldn’t possibly cum again.

She couldn’t.

Except she was going to.

She fought it, straining, trying to outlast the cleaning that Zach was giving her… but he was determined.

“One more,” Kincaid murmured, leaning down next to her ear so she could hear him. “Be a good girl, and come for us one more time.”

His hands massaged her breasts as Zach’s tongue circled her clit. His finger worked back and forth in her ass, stimulating entirely new nerve endings.

Amy’s head thrashed from side to side.

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can.” Kincaid’s hands became rougher on her breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging on her very sore nipples, sending a hot flash of pain straight through to her core. “Come for us, princess.”

Zach sucked her clit, his tongue fluttering against the sensitive nub, and Amy cried out as a second finger pushed into her ass, stretching her. The sting, the burn, the hot bursts of pain mixed with pleasure…

It sent her over the edge again, and she sobbed as she fell, sure her body couldn’t handle anything more, that the multiple ‘little deaths’ were the end of her.

Yet she didn’t black out.

She felt Kincaid’s hands gentle, felt the final caress. Felt Zach’s final lick. She closed her eyes and floated, trusting them to take care of her, but she wasn’t asleep, either.

She felt everything.

Heard everything.

The rasp of fabric over sensitive flesh.

The strong hands lifting her from the table.

The arms holding her securely against a broad chest.

They took the elevator down. It felt like she was falling again, but she could feel the presence of both men—one holding her, one beside her—keeping her safe.

Kincaid carried her to the car, then Zach held her in his lap in the back seat on the way home. She could tell who was who more by their smell than anything else since they were both quiet. They felt the same as they held her.

They both helped get her undressed, cleaned up, and into pajamas, though she felt more like a ragdoll than a human being. Even though she wasaware, she wasn’t exactly functional. She leaned on them, sighing, humming, and occasionally whimpering when they touched a particularly sensitive spot.

Zach made her whimper far more than Kincaid did until Kincaid finally slapped his hand away from her sore nipple. Mentally, she thanked him, even if she couldn’t find the words right now. She just sighed with relief.

They got her into her bed, between them, which was exactly where she wanted to be.

As darkness finally swallowed her up, she wistfully wished it could always be this way.

26

Amy

Kincaid getting up from the bed woke her up. Zach was still breathing heavily on the other side of her, his warm breath wafting over her bare neck. She turned, wincing slightly, and looking up at Kincaid. He smiled down at her, his gaze soft.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as soon as he realized she was looking at him.

“Sore.” She gave him a rueful smile. “But good.”

“Good.” His smile changed to just a little more smug, a little more like a smirk. It was all she could do not to roll her eyes.

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