Page 56 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

He tugs his shirt over his head, and I swear I hear angels singing. I’ve seen him this way plenty of times, of course, mostly online but also in person, but now he’s mine to touch. I stretch my hand up to glide it over his abs.

“You’re built like a superhero,” I sigh, making him chuckle.

The sight of him, and the knowledge that Wyatt is also hopefully removing clothing, gives me the energy to lift myself onto my elbows to take it all in.

Wyatt’s jeans are open and he’s just about to slide them down his hips. He’s taking his briefs down at the same time, and I swallow a lump in my throat when I see how thick the stem of his cock is. Then, as he pushes his pants down, the length of him becomes apparent, and I’m blinking at it, eyes wide. My mouth waters, and my pussy clenches, but my god, look at the size of him.

CHAPTER39

STELLA

Cam must be watching my face, because he tells me, “Don’t worry. It’ll feel good.”

“You’re so big,” I say to Wyatt, unable to keep the thought to myself.

“I’ll take it slow.” Wyatt’s face is edged with a serious determination as his eyes drop to my center.

Still in his jogging pants, Cam crawls behind me on the bed, lifts me up, and settles me back onto his thighs as he kneels. Nestling my back against him, he asks, “Are you comfortable?”

I nod, still focused on Wyatt’s huge cock as he sheathes it with a condom he grabbed from the dresser behind him.

Cam cups one of my breasts in each of his hands and thumbs over my nipples as Wyatt spreads my knees wide.

This position gives me an incredible view of what’s about to happen, and I realize it gives Cam a front-row seat too, when he tells me, “Try to relax. It’s going to feel good.”

Much as I want him—both of them—I’ve tensed up. Sure, a seven-pound baby once passed through me, but that wasn’t exactly a pleasurable experience. Brandon wasn’t built anything like this. I thought that when a man is packed with muscles, his cock looks smaller by comparison, but that’s not the case with Wyatt.

He twirls a fingertip around my clit, making me quiver, then lifts one of my legs to the side, opening me wider still, and my juices run down the seam of my leg.

He wraps his fist around his beefy cock, lengthens it toward me, and nudges the head of it into my wet folds, and I let out a breath.

Cam bends to kiss my shoulder. “You ready for him?”

Physically, I’m in such a vulnerable position between them, but I don’t feel vulnerable at all. I trust that the two of them will take care of me in every way, even if a particular part of Wyatt’s anatomy looks incredibly imposing.

He’s watching me closely, waiting for the word. He’s pulled his shirt off too, and to say he’s stunningly handsome would be an understatement. Both men are the pinnacle of male perfection with their ridiculously cut abs, broad chests, and strong shoulders, and somehow I’m lucky enough to be here between them, ready to find out what their gorgeous bodies can do.

“I’m ready.”

Wyatt presses in slowly, the first inch of his cock disappearing inside me.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Cam punctuates his words by squeezing my nipple.

My pussy is stretched around Wyatt’s girth, eating him up as he pushes in a little further.

He slides a hand along the inside of my leg. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, you feel good so far.”

His answering grin is warm as a summer’s day, and then, when he returns his focus to where our bodies are joined, his eyes burn hot as the sun.

His cock slides in another inch, then another. Still a few more to go, and I’m starting to feel very full. Pausing, he thumbs over my clit, and when I clench around him, he groans.

“It’s killing you to go slow, isn’t it, Wy?” Cam asks.

Wyatt bites his bottom lip and nods.

“I’m ready for more,” I say.

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