Page 187 of Gathered Sparkle

Nicholas falters for a second but then reassures me, “I’ve got you.” Then he pulls out, guiding me down until we’re both kneeling on the floor.

Leaning forward, I brace my hands on the bed again, arching my back until I’m offering myself to him for the second time. His hands glide over my ass, fingers splayed wide as he spreads me open and lines himself up, sinking in until he’s buried to the hilt once more. A moan spills from my lips, long and broken.

God, he feels so fucking good.

“Move, Nico.Please.”

His grip tightens, and he pulls back before thrusting in again, hard. My body jolts forward, pleasure bursting behind my eyes while my fingers dig into the sheets, my body humming and my heart pounding. He’s so eager, so sweet, and his breathless whimpers only fuel the throbbing of my clit.

“That’s it.” I gasp, glancing over my shoulder at him. “So good.” His cheeks flush deeper, and he bites his lip, his hips snapping harder. I moan, my body arching into him. He’s close. I can feel it in his trembling thighs, in the way his grip tightens on my hips. “You’re such a good boy for me.”

“Such a good boy indeed,” a low voice purrs from the doorway.

Nicholas freezes behind me, his thrusts faltering as we both turn our heads. Koen leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, molten amber eyes blazing as they sweep over us.

He smirks, his voice a lazy drawl. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Holy shit, yes, please.

I turn my gaze back to Nicholas. “Please… don’t stop.”

His eyes flick between Koen’s and mine, his throat working around a swallow. He huffs a breath and resumes, his rhythm stuttering before he finds it again.

The flare of need in Koen’s eyes sharpens as he watches us for a few more moments before he steps into the room, letting the door click shut behind him. “Seems like I almost missed out on all the fun.”

“Never. I told you I want you both.” I groan when Nicholas’s hands flex on my hips. “Get over here.”

Koen doesn’t waste time, quickly peeling off his clothes as he approaches. My breath hitches as he stands in front of me, his body all sharp lines. He cups my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Color?”

“Green,” I rasp when Nicholas hits a particular sweet spot inside me.

The kiss Koen gives me is possessive, a blend of desire and restraint.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs against my lips, then he nips my bottom one. “Getting fucked by my best friend.”

I shiver at his words, my pussy clamping down, making Nicholas whimper, and his movements stutter again.

“She told you not to stop,” Koen teases, but there’s an undeniable command beneath it.

Nicholas exhales shakily, his grip on my hips tightening again as he resumes his rhythm, making Koen’s eyes flare with approval.

Koen’s fingers brush through my hair as he sits in front of me on the edge of the bed, my gaze focused on his cock. My hand reaches for him instinctively, but he captures my wrist, holding it. “Not yet,” he murmurs, threading his fingers through my hair with his free hand. “But keep that pretty mouth open for me,” he commands, his voice rough as he pulls me up by my hair, the sting an added sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Nico, why don’t you hold our girl here…” I watch as he dips his chin, gesturing to his hold, and I can’t help but whimper.

Nicholas wastes no time wrapping my hair in his firm grip as he slams into me, the force inching me closer to Koen, who releases me, tapping my chin, a reminder to keep my mouth open. My breaths are heavy and ragged, and I don’t know what’s hotter—Nicholas taking some control or Koen being in charge of us both.

Nicholas’s thrusts grow deeper, his breath rough and fast, and a moan tumbles from my open mouth. Koen’s eyes blaze with need as his hand slides to my chin, his thumb pressing down on my tongue. The pressure is deliberate and dominant. I close my lips around it, sucking gently, and a low groan rumbles from his chest, the sound sending another wave of heat through me.

“Slow down. Make her feel every inch.”

Did he just tell Nicholas how to fuck me?

God, I’m going to combust.

A tremor runs through me as Koen pulls his thumb from my mouth. I try to turn my head to look at Nicholas, but his grip tightens, pulling me back and making me cry out.

“I—” he starts, but Koen interrupts him smoothly.

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