Page 69 of Hooked On Them

“You feel more amazing each time.” Carter’s hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he ground into me, letting me adjust to the feeling of him.

“Move.” I rocked back against him. “Please.”

He started with shallow thrusts, testing my response. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure through me, building on the lingering sensitivity from my earlier climaxes. I pushed back, silently demanding more.

Carter understood, increasing his pace and depth until he was driving into me with firm thrusts. “You like it like this?”

“Yes.” My knuckles turned white as I gripped the headboard tighter. “Don’t stop.”

One of his hands slid over my shoulder and around to my throat. I tensed momentarily, but his touch was gentle, possessive rather than restrictive. His palm rested against my pulse point, fingers splayed along my jawline as he applied the lightest pressure.

“This okay?” His thumb caressed my cheek like he wasn’t currently railing me.

I nodded, surprised by how the gesture intensified everything. I felt claimed, possessed, but also strangely safe. His hold wasn’t constricting my breathing at all but was a reminder of his presence.

The mattress shifted as Miles moved in beside me until he was kneeling next to me, his face level with mine.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” His hand came up to brush damp strands of hair from my face. “Taking him so well after taking me.”

Something about his words, the pride and heat in them, made me flush. Miles leaned in, capturing my mouth in a deep, slow kiss that contrasted with Carter’s increasingly forceful thrusts.

When he pulled back, his lips moved to the sensitive spot below my ear that he’d discovered earlier.

“She likes that,” Carter observed, his rhythm never faltering. “Do it again.”

Miles complied, this time adding the gentle scrape of teeth. A combination of a moan and whimper escaped me.

“That sound,” Miles whispered against my skin. “I could listen to you moan all night.”

His hands found my breasts, cupping their weight before his fingers focused on my nipples. He pinched them lightly, testing my reaction, then increased the pressure when I arched into his touch.

“Harder,” I begged, not sure if I was talking to Carter or Miles or both.

They both responded. Carter’s thrusts grew more forceful, the grip on my throat slightly firmer, while Miles pinched my nipples with just enough pressure to border between pleasure and pain.

“Look at you,” Miles murmured, his mouth close to my ear. “Taking both of us tonight. So greedy for our cocks. So greedy for orgasms.”

The words sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through me. Miles talking dirty was somehow filthier than if it had come from Carter.

“You like hearing that?” He was clearly noticing my reaction. “Do you like knowing what a good girl you’re being for us?”

My inner walls clenched around Carter, who cursed under his breath. “She’s tightening up. Fuck, don’t stop talking.”

Miles’s lips curled into a smile against my neck. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” He twisted my nipples. “You’re going to come all over Carter’s cock while I watch.”

“Yes,” I gasped as Carter adjusted his angle, hitting a spot inside me that made my vision blur.

“That’s it, baby,” Miles reached between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. “There we go. This is just what you need to fall apart, isn’t it? Are you going to show us how good we make you feel? Is this delicious cunt going to squeeze his cock so tight he fills you with his hot cum?”

Carter’s hand tightened fractionally on my throat, and my body responded instantly, pleasure spiraling tighter. I squeezed my eyes shut as every damn nerve in my body started to go haywire.

Miles commanded softly, turning my face toward his. “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes, a weird keening noise coming from me as he increased the speed of his fingers on my clit.

His green eyes locked on mine, intense and hungry as Carter’s movements grew more erratic behind me. “You’re right there. Let go and show us how much you love having us both.”

The combination of his words, Carter’s relentless thrusts, and the fingers working my clit sent me hurtling over the edge. My third orgasm crashed through me with surprising intensity, wrenching a silent cry from my throat as my body convulsed.

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