Page 75 of Break The Ice

I follow her instructions, squeezing her nipple, she leans back against me, her head rocking from side to side. With my free hand, I grab Callan’s wrist and lift his hand to her other breast. He moans when he touches it and thrusts up, surprising a groan out of her.

While he’s playing with her breast, I trail my hand down her ribs, stomach, and between her legs. Callan’s dick rests on his stomach, but it’s saturated with her juices. I play with the tip, stroking my fingers around his head.

Callan’s reaction is instantaneous. He grips her breast and arches up.

She reacts almost as violently as he does, reaching up, and her nails bite into the backs of my hand and Callan’s as she presses our hands harder against her breasts.

I thrust against her, and again, start a rhythm that has the two of them moaning and starting to turn feral.

“Kit!” Callan shouts.

I smirk and get off, crooking my finger at Raider. Wren is sitting in the seat, his eyes slitted as he continues to watch.

I go and sit cross-legged on the bed, ignoring my raging erection, while Raider comes up behind her.

“Use your words, Kit,” Raider growls.

“Fuck them both the way you want to fuck them,” I say with a grin. “Make them scream for me, Alpha.”

Raider grins as his hand disappears between her ass cheeks. I see the exact moment he touches her hole. Her eyes fly wide open, and her mouth parts on a startled ‘oh’. A minute later, Callan and Ryann let out simultaneous moans as Raider feeds Ryann’s hungry cunt our alpha’s dick.

Raider continues his ministrations. Until, eventually, he presses his huge cock into her ass. I don’t know why Ryann is so shocked. Her nails dig into Callan’s shoulder, and I can see his tendons tighten as he struggles not to come. Callan and Ryann are mindless, moaning messes, and I’m loving every minute of it.

I get up on my knees, grinning wildly, and stroke Ryann’s hair. She looks up, her pupils blown, her lips glossy and wet.

“Alpha, please,” she begs with a slurred voice.

“Do you need more?” I ask.

Wren hisses and, as I watch, spits in his hand and returns to stroking.

Perfect.

I grip my cock and shuffle over Callan. Ryann opens her mouth and takes me without hesitation. The hot heat is unbelievable. She sucks and laps at me. My eyes roll, and I groan, struggling not to just thrust into her until I come.

I start slowly, just nudging my dick in and out of her mouth, matching Raider’s rhythm.

For some reason, I find myself watching Wren. He stands up and inches towards the bed, his eyes moving between all of us.

I thrust harder, my attention torn between the two of them. Wren looks like he’s a starving man who is staring at a banquet, but Ryann is making gagging sounds and is straining to take as much of my cock as she can.

I can’t hold out much longer.

Callan groans, and that’s it. I lose it. I grip her hair and curl my fingers in it, keeping her still while I lose myself in the tight heat of her mouth.

My spine tingles, and I can feel it coming. I grit my teeth and catch Wren’s eyes. One more thrust does it. All I can do is try not to thrust too hard as my release fills her mouth, pulse after pulse of it.

She swallows it down with no hesitation.

I pant and then collapse. My chest hurts, my breathing is jagged. I move away, letting Raider and Callan continue.

Wren grips the back of my neck and pulls my face to his, kissing me hard. By the time we part, Raider and Callan have finished, and the three of them are just blinking in a languid and zen state.

“In a minute, we’re going to do that again,” Raider says.

“Give me more than a minute to recover,” Callan whines.

I splutter a laugh, but I know what he means.

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