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“Fuck, she’s pretty with her mouth full of your cock.” Beckham’s rough voice jolts me from my reverie, and my eyes pop open. He turns Wilder’s face to his and takes his lips in a voracious kiss.
I watch them as I suck Wilder’s cock. They’re so beautiful together. He must be having a time of it between the two of us, because he can hardly concentrate on anything. I would love to record the moans tearing from him to listen to during private sexy times.
My heart stutters when warm breath feathers over my ear. “You look so fucking hot on your knees for him, Echo. Keep going.” Royal’s fingers hook in the waistband of my open shorts, and he tugs them down along with my panties, baring my lower half. “Spread your legs for me, princess, and keep touching your clit.” I do as he asks while he flicks the clasp on my bra open. Grunting his approval, he plays with my breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his finger and thumb. “How wet is our pussy? Are you dripping for us?”
I moan around Wilder’s cock, which sets off a chain reaction from Wilder who wrenches his mouth free of Beckham’s togrowl, “Fuuuck,” before diving even more savagely into their kiss.
Royal chuckles, and in the next instant, his fingers are sliding through my arousal. “Oh, fuck yes. Your perfect pussy is fucking soaked.”
I whimper at his words as my mind spins out at his touch. Two fingers slip inside my pussy, stroking in and out. Royal has always known exactly how to touch me, and my body riots. Bright sparks surround my darkening vision as my orgasm crests, the tingling sensation rapidly giving over to deep pulses of pleasure.
Royal groans, the sound rumbling in his throat. “She’s coming.”
My chest heaves as the rush of sensation rolls through me, unending waves crashing through me.
“Fuck yes,” Beckham grits out, his hand roaming downward on Wilder’s torso, fingers tracing over the cut muscles of his abdomen.
Wilder eases up his pace, thrusting ever so slowly into my mouth. “That’s it, baby girl. You suck my cock so fucking good.”
His praise is something I didn’t know I wanted, but I do. In fact, I think I might need it. I increase my efforts as Beckham tugs Wilder’s shirt over his head, then dips down to lick at his nipple. The way we’re all coming together like this, making each other feel good, it blows my mind, altering my chemistry. They’re changing me.
As if he hears my thoughts, Royal nudges my fingers out of the way. “Gonna make you come again.” He applies pressure to my clit as he ducks his head under my arm and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His other hand lands on the globe of my ass, massaging until I feel like my body is made of hot, melting wax.
My gaze meets Wilder’s again, and the sheer ecstasy on his face only encourages me to take him deeper. “Ah, fuck, Echo.Fuck,” he rasps. “You’re such a good girl.” With a jerk of his cock and a moan, Wilder shoots his cum to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down, greedy for every bit of him I can get.
A second orgasm slams into me, and I let out a heady moan, unable to stop myself from grinding against Royal’s fingers. “That’s it,” he growls, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “Ride my hand. Next time, it’ll be one of our dicks.”
I release Wilder’s cock from my mouth, then lean back in and kiss the tip, staring up at him, my lips trembling. He cups my cheek, his thumb swiping over the tear leaking from the corner of my eye before bringing both hands up to rub them over his face. “That was”—he pauses, shaking his head—“I’m at a complete loss for words.”
Beckham bends at the waist, grasping my jaw in his hand. I gasp as he brushes his lips over mine, and his tongue sweeps inside where Wilder’s taste lingers on my tongue. He groans. “Gorgeous, you’re so fucking sexy.”
I smile as he releases me, and I sit back on my heels, my gaze wanders over each of them. I can’t do more than that as I struggle to catch my breath and calm the shaking of my body. They watch me with adoring eyes, waiting for me to speak.
But what these men don’t know is that being with them has rocked my world so hard, opened my mind up to having so much more than I ever dreamed—I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.
TWENTY-FIVE
ROYAL
The sightof Echo on the floor at our feet does something to me. She trusts us—now more than ever before. And I hope like hell there will never be a moment when that trust in us is questioned.
Helping her up from the floor, I let my eyes roam over her body. She’s a beautiful mess. Her hair is ruffled from Wilder’s hands, and she’s in a state of chaotic undress. That was mostly my doing. My lips twitch because I know I’m not nearly done with her or these two men yet.
We move together over to the couch, a lawless car chase and impressive explosions on the TV screen, the only source of sound and light in the room. It’s enough to disguise any noise we make and gives off enough flickering light to see by. Because I do want to see whatever is about to go down here in the Madden den.
Beckham steals my attention from the screen as he grabs the back of my neck, and we crash together, his lips coaxing mine to open, allowing our tongues to twist and curl in a dance that is new but so fucking hot.
My mind races to catch up with the new rush of adrenaline moving through my veins. Beckham. Until he asked what I’d do if it were me that he needed, I hadn’t realized he’d beenthinking about me. Not like that. But he had been. Wanting me, but hesitating. And I get it. I’m the wildcard in this four-way relationship. The one they can’t be sure of because I haven’t been vocal with my thoughts or feelings. Because this is all so far out of left field for me. So fucking new and different. But I’d be hard-pressed to say I don’t like what we’re doing. In fact, I fuckin’ love it.
My heart thuds heavily in my chest as he grasps me by the waist, subtly nudging my cock with his. He’s fucking different than Wilder is. There’s far more of a tease with him. He’d surprised me outside with that kiss, but he was more than a little caught off guard when I pushed him down on the couch once we got in here. His shock quickly morphed into unhinged desire, though, and then there’d been no more questioning what was happening between us.
Beckham nips at my jaw before turning me so I can see what Echo and Wilder are up to. She’s thrown a blanket over a large portion of the couch.
“What?” She stares at Wilder as he cocks his head to the side, then over to us. She shrugs. “I’d rather not concentrate on whether or not we’re about to make a mess. Go ahead and deny that it’s smart thinking. I dare you.” Wilder shakes his head, grinning as he falls onto the couch—the same spot I’d been in with Beckham earlier—and holds his arms out for her.
“I’m not denying a damn thing. And you’ve just given us the green light to do whatever we want, so get your ass over here.” She climbs onto the couch, straddling his waist, bracing herself over his body to kiss him, thereby giving us a fucking excellent view of her pussy. I groan, watching him divest her of the remainder of her clothing.
Beckham leans in, nipping at my ear. “I want her to sit on his face. I need to watch that.” His hot breath sends ripples of lust down my spine. “Maybe I’ll fuck her from behind.” He easesback enough to look into my eyes with his startling blue ones. “Maybe you’ll fuck me, too.”
