Page 133 of Twisted Play
We stumbled into the house, a tangle of limbs and lips, shedding clothes as we dragged her up the stairs. Finally, Cole lifted her in his arms, refusing to let her navigate the stairs, and dashed to his room.
Eva’s eyes gleamed. For once, she didn’t seem to resent us or what we were doing. Instead, she tackled my belt, reaching into my jeans to free my cock.
Her fingers wrapped around me, and I moaned at the pleasure. She pumped her hand up and down once, twice, and then I had to knock her fist away so I could strip.
Eva pushed me backward onto the bed the moment I was naked. Cole stood behind her, dragging her leggingsand soaked panties over her hips and down her legs. He nipped at her ass, and she yelped.
“I’m going to tattoo a bite mark right here,” he said, rubbing a spot on her ass that I couldn’t see. “So you never forget who you belong to.”
“And who’s that?” she breathed, her eyes dark with arousal.
“Every perfect inch of this delectable body belongs to us, and you better not forget it for a fucking instant.”
“She won’t,” I interrupted, unable to tear my eyes from her.
“I won’t,” she agreed as she straddled me, her luscious thighs squeezing my waist, her soaked pussy rubbing over my cock. Fuck, I couldn’t wait another goddamned moment.
Cole dragged the vibrator out of her, and the sound Eva made was animal, primal in its intensity.
She rose on her knees then sank down as Cole guided me in. Fuck, I should have some kind of feelings about my best friend’s hand on my cock, but in that instant, all I could think about was Eva’s heat strangling me as she took me in.
Her tits shook under my jersey as she moved, until Cole stepped behind her and cupped them, kneading and pinching through the thick fabric as she bounced on my cock.
She looked like she belonged there, and when Cole leaned over to nibble on her neck, his fingers moving to cover mine on her hips, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
“C’mon, sparrow. Give Tristan what he deserves.”
“No, kitten. Take whatyoudeserve,” I rasped, helping her ride me until we established a steady rhythm that milked the pleasure from me. She looked so goddamned good in my jersey, a fantasy come to life, with endlesscurves, red hair, and creamy fucking thighs I couldn’t wait to bury myself between for breakfast the next day.
Eva adjusted her position slightly, gasping as I thrust up into her, hitting that magic spot that made her whine. She threw her head back, exposing her throat to Cole’s lips. I couldn’t see whether he was still dressed, just his corded forearms as we helped her move.
“Please,” she begged. “More.”
I heard the snap of a bottle opening. I felt pressure on my cock—oh fuck, he’d slid a finger inside her ass. Her pussy clenched, squeezing me, and I was in heaven.
“Are you sure?” Cole asked her, to my surprise.
“Are you giving me a choice?” she asked, her rhythm slowing for a second as she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Yes.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You look so fucking perfect in his jersey.” He looked up at me. “I can’t ruin this for you.”
My heart cracked open for him.Cole.
She exhaled in a sharp laugh and rolled her hips, drawing a groan from us both. “You won’t. I want it. I want you. Both of you.”
His eyes widened, and he leaned his forehead against her nape, hiding his expression as he breathed. I tangled my fingers in his blond hair, trying to reassure him without words.
He wouldn’t fuck this up. He couldn’t. Eva was already riding my cock in my jersey, my best friend behind her, about to fuck her ass. Nothing could ruin this moment.
Cole turned his cheek into my palm, pressing a hard kiss into it before rearing back so he could shove her down on my cock and hold her there.
Eva cried out. “So fucking full,” she gasped.
“Don’t move.” He worked his way into her as she writhed and moaned.
He spanked her once, hard. “I said, don’t move.”
“I have to,” she breathed. “It’s so good, so fucking intense.”
