Page 17 of Only for Tonight
He maintains that angle. Each thrust hitting that perfect spot.
From his chair, Leo’s breathing grows ragged. “Tell her how good she feels.”
“So fucking perfect,” Luca groans. “So tight and wet. You’re squeezing me so good, beautiful.”
James’s hand slides lower. Fingers find my clit. “Let’s see if we can make her come on your cock.”
“Fuck yes,” Luca says. Pace increasing.
James’s fingers circle my clit. Perfect rhythm with Luca’s thrusts. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Luca hitting that spot. James working my clit. Both of them touching me. Praising me.
“You’re going to come for us,” James says.That voice. “Going to let Leo see how beautiful you look when you fall apart.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I’m going to?—”
“Then do it,” Luca says. Rhythm more urgent. “Come on my cock.”
The pressure breaks. I come with a cry. My body clenching around Luca. Wave after wave.
“Fuck,” Luca groans. “You’re squeezing me so tight. I’m going to?—”
His hips stutter. He buries himself deep. Comes with a curse.
For a moment, we’re both breathing hard. His forehead pressed to mine. Body shaking.
“Holy shit,” I manage.
“Yeah,” he agrees. Grinning despite looking wrecked. “That was?—”
“Incredible.”
He pulls out carefully. I feel the loss. Empty. He disposes of the condom. Settles beside me. Pulls me against his chest.
His heart is pounding.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?”
“Amazing. Completely wrecked. But amazing.”
“Good,” James says. Hand stroking my hair. Voice even lower. Heat in his eyes. “Because I believe it’s my turn now.”
Oh.
My body is still sensitive. Still trembling. But the way James is looking at me—like I’m something precious and he’s been waiting—makes heat pool again.
“Can you take me, love?” His hand cups my jaw. “Are you too sensitive?”
“I can take you.”
Can I? God, I want to try. I want to feel him.
His smile is slow. Devastating. “Then let me show you what I’ve been imagining.”
He shifts. Settles between my thighs. I get my first real look at him hard and ready. He’s longer than Luca. Not quite asthick. The head is flushed. Leaking. I watch as he wraps his hand around himself. Strokes once. Twice.
God.
“Like what you see, love?”
