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Ezra turns me back to him, claiming my mouth. The distraction works, and although I feel Ryder’s ministrations, the burn is bleeding into the pleasure. I trust them to make this feel good.
It takes long, precious minutes for Ryder to work me up to two fingers. Surprisingly, I’m panting into Ezra’s kiss, loving the pressure that ass play seems to add to my ruined pussy.
When something cold drizzles over his fingers and into me, I’m craving what I expect will come next. A few thrusts slick me up, and the head of Ryder’s cock is pressing against my back entrance. The pop through tears a strangled cry from my mouth, and Ezra swallows it.
Ryder and Ezra moan in unison.
I’m so full that I swear they’re going to tear me in two if they move wrong. I have to breathe through the sudden pressure and pleasure.
But I don’t get much time to acclimate before the tips of Wyatt’s chilled fingers turn me toward him. He pulls my lips apart gently, and a thrill trills through me as I open for him.
Those pale eyes are soft and awed by me as much as he seems to be on the brink of something dirty and dangerous.
How am I going to survive this?
Wyatt spreads the head of his cock across my bottom lip and groans as I dip in to suckle on him.
Oh, that’s right, by enjoying the fuck out of this and not thinking too hard about what it all means or how much more I can feel.
I can only say that I was wrong before.
They haven’t destroyed me. They’ve turned me into a glutton, a needy beast that wants every stroke and pump, thrust and pinch, squeeze and bite. I want it all.
Ryder is the first to come, and when he slips from my ass, Wyatt pulls back to take his place. I swear my moan sounds as tortured as I feel, but he slides in without resistance, his pace punishing.
Ezra grips me like he’s trying to hold on, trying to hold off, but it’s only minutes before he’s pulsing inside me. I’m dripping cum.
The ferocity of Wyatt seeking his own end has my body heavy and hot. It’s so much easier to take it when I give in like this.
Ezra rubs the back of my head and neck as my mouth falls open and my eyes roll back. He whispers into my hair, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Wyatt drives home with a few punctuated thrusts, and he’s pressing in hard, prompting one last-ditch orgasm from my wrung-out body. It’s long and lazy, and I’m sinking.
I’m not sure how to recover from this. But God, I want to do it again.
18
Avery
It’s been a couple of weeks, and my taste buds have finally realigned. I’m so happy to be back in the lab and back to work. Sitting around an office is not what I was made for. Although, having each of the men come visit me there for a little play hasn’t been a bad consolation in the meantime.
Wyatt is bustling around as I watch, cleaning and double-checking every surface before he takes a breath. His eyes are wild. He stands beside me at our preferred lab table. Laurel has been scurrying across the room, checking and rechecking inventory for her quarterly review. It’s pretty clear that she chose now to do so because I’m here.
Too bad for Wyatt, who will only sneak a touch or drop a kiss in my hair when no one else is around. He tries to keep the lab a professional space.
He doesn’t have the same qualms in my office, though. Or his office when the door is closed. Wyatt prefers to corner me behind my desk. He’s more handsy than anything else, clearlyintent on causing me pleasure instead of seeking his own. Like he gets pleasure from giving it.
I reach out to his hand dangling beside my hip and tangle our fingers together for a few seconds. Relief drops his shoulders an inch, even when I slide my hand back into my lap.
Laurel is shooting us looks. She pays so much attention to Wyatt. Pair that with the perpetually cold and snotty response to me, and I can only imagine what their working relationship was like before.
She’s infatuated with him, or at least, that’s my guess. Perhaps she’s as awkward and anal as Wyatt, and I throw her entire work routine off. I’m betting on the former option, though.
Call it a vibe. Instinct. Experience around other women. Insight from my cousin, Sophia. The number of single moms from her school who target her husband is ridiculous.
She did marry up, though. Wealthy, kind, caring, and hot? It’s the only way I ever saw my cousin getting married.
Maybe I’m biased, though. Tanner is great with Charlie and always includes him when the boys play sports or venture out for outdoorsy stuff that I’m simply not interested in. Dad isn’t either. We’re the type of people who stick close to the kitchen.
