Page 38 of Lust

Irritated at his pushy question, I find my voice. “Maybe tell Blake to stop…then I might be able to answer you.” He just laughs as Blake increases his pace, pumping in and out andcurling his fingers every now and then. “Oh god…a few times, okay?”

Roman hums. “Did he make you come, Sydney?”

“N-no,” I snap, angry at being reminded of my biggest mistake; letting that idiot touch me in the first place.

“Selfish bastard,” Blake growls, and doubles his efforts, clearly intending to do the job Paul failed at.

I find myself nodding as the first signs of my orgasm tug low in my belly. My back arches, and my legs weaken, spreading wider as they almost give way beneath me. Blake fills the space, and I realise I’m practically sitting on his face. There’s no question thatI am actuallysitting on his face as heat covers my pussy, and he sucks my clit into his warm, wet mouth. I don’t have time to be embarrassed. My orgasm slams into me, my arms tightening around Roman’s neck as I cry out.

“Oh…oh…shit!” My eyes close as I ride out my release, a release like I’ve never experienced before, not at someone else’s hand, and one that floods me with dopamine.

I don’t have time to wallow in my glorious post-orgasm bliss as Blake rises, taking me with him and breaking my hold on Roman.

“On the floor,” Roman orders, his tone thick and rough.

Blake kisses me, as I’m carried a few steps, and I can taste myself on him. It’s a heady combination. He lowers me the floor, onto a soft and fluffy rug, then hovers above me, staring into my eyes before lifting my T-shirt from my body.

“You good?” he asks, and, again, I simply nod. Words elude me. I’m in a world of bliss right now.

“Strip,” comes Roman’s gruff voice, and I look over to find him naked as the day he was born.

Good freaking Lord!

Clothes do not do this man justice. They hide the body of a god. Lord, forgive me, but it’s true. Thick muscular legs, abs youcould slice bread on and his… My mouth gapes open as I take in his dick, which he is currently fisting slowly as Blake moves and begins to strip.

Licking my dry lips and attempting to calm my racing heart, I let out a slow breath. It doesn’t ease my sudden self-consciousness, but I stay still, refusing to hide away from him, them, myself. If I’m doing this, I’m going to own it.

“Fuck me!” he curses as his eyes rove over my naked body, pausing briefly between my legs, which I know are wet with Blake’s saliva and my arousal. “Are you ready, Sydney? Ready to be dirtied up. Last chance to back out, but be warned, if you choose not to continue, I’m going fuck Blake in front you,” Roman says kneeling between my legs, and my eyes follow him—shamefully focused on his cock and the small bead of precum leaking from the tip.

Done with nodding my head, I manage to muster enough control to speak. “I’m ready,” I say as Blake comes back into view, stripped bare.

Blake drops to his knees behind my head, and I arch my neck to see him. His erect dick almost touches his belly button, and not for the first time since seeing them naked, I wonder how either of them will fit inside me. Paul was seriously lacking in the tackle department if these two are average. But something tells me there isnothing averageabout Blake Cassidy and Roman Stone.

I’m mesmerised as I watch Blake’s hand slide along his shaft. And when his thumb swipes over the tip and comes away gleaming, my mouth waters with a desire to taste him.

“Patience, Syd,” he says, and my eyes snap to his. He’s wearing a knowing smile that has my cheeks heating.

A shadow falls over me as Roman leans forward, and I almost have an orgasm as Blake and Roman kiss above me. Their tongues tangle, twisting and tasting, and I find my hands movingof their own accord. Roman flinches as my fingers track up his firm chest, a rumble vibrating through him.

“Sorry,” I say and go to pull away, but Roman stops me.

“Don’t stop,” he groans against Blake’s mouth before kissing him again, and I continue my exploration of his body.

My wandering hands cover every inch of Roman’s torso until I reach the deep V at his hips, and without pausing to think about it, I seek out his cock. It jolts as my fingers wrap around it, and I love how warm and heavy it feels in my hand. The sinful, wanton whore that resides in my body is happy dancing as I begin moving my hand up and down, Roman’s shaft.

“Fucking hell, that’s hot.” I hear Blake whisper, and when I look up, they are both watching me as I fist Roman’s dick.

“Blake,” Roman says, his voice strained as he sits back on his heels, forcing me to release him. They quickly swap positions, Blake taking the place between my legs, and I immediately raise my legs, wrapping them round his hips. I have a sudden, desperate need to feel him inside me.

Roman tosses something to Blake, and he catches it with one hand, the other holding him up. Leaning on his knees, I watch as he tears into the packet with his teeth, revealing a condom. I thank god that someone was thinking about protection because my brain appears to have evaporated into a lusty haze.

He rolls it on, and I’m agitated as I wait, anxious butterflies taking root in my stomach, but I swat them away as Blake cages me in and lowers his head, taking a nipple into his mouth.

I wriggle beneath him, digging my heels into his arse cheeks, then Roman is above my head, standing over me. Blake releases my nipple with a pop, then lines himself up and gently pushes inside while watching me.

It’s been a while, and I’m glad he’s going slow, although my body has other ideas. I don’t know who am right now. I’m not sure I ever did. But I focus on the here and now, the insanepleasure that is coursing through me, and the pressure that’s building at my core as Blake stretches me.

“So fucking tight,” he says between gritted teeth, sliding in to the hilt.

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