Page 74 of Finding Their Place

I stuck out my tongue in invitation, impatient for more. My eyes pleading, my heart aching.

Garrett cursed and slid back in, hitting the back of my throat again.

Wyatt kneaded my ass cheeks in time with Garrett’s slow fucking of my mouth. It was like the sure tsunami wave we’d been riding had slowed its crash toward shore—the calm before the storm. And I was caught the fuck up, my senses on overload.

The scent of sex, man, and sweat filled my lungs. Garrett’s saltiness on my tongue made my taste buds weep with pleasure. My nerve endings from both their hands on my body lit my insides like lightning across a dark sky.

Wyatt ate at my hole, nibbling and sucking, and my eyelids fluttered shut. He’d come over for my ass, and I ended up filling myself with his dick, but I don’t think either of us truly cared how we got off as long as it was together. He licked and probed at me with his tongue, breaching the ring of muscle hiding my deepest, darkest parts.

I groaned around Garrett’s dick, arching my back, wanting Wyatt there.

His finger replaced his tongue, rimming. Teasing.

A whimper leaked from my lips wrapped around Garret’s girth, but Wyatt didn’t give me what I lusted for.

He crowded in close, pushing his dick balls deep into my aching pussy instead.

I moaned over having them both inside me. Shuddered at the sensory overload of being spit-roasted.

The men began moving in tandem, invading and retreating with the same slow, agonizing thrusts that raced my blood and pebbled my skin.

“She likes it when you pinch her nipples.”

A shiver licked over my heated skin at Wyatt’s seemingly offhanded suggestion.

Would Garrett—

He did.

Ah, fuck…

I lost my breath, my shiver turning into a shudder as his warm palms squeezed my swaying tits.

Garrett didn’t fumble around like a gay man would—he touched my flesh with warm, sure hands. No hesitancy. He knew how to pluck, roll, and pinch with his fingertips.

Beginner’s luck, I told myself, or maybe his ex had liked nipple play. Either way, I brushed aside the thoughts and focused on feeling.

Four needy hands grasping at my flesh. Two gorgeous dicks stuffing inside my body.

I wished I could have their mouths too.

Wyatt planked over my back, releasing one hand from my hip to slide around my belly. At the first feathered touch over my clit, a full-on body shudder wracked through me. “Need to come?” he asked against my ear with his rumbled tone that fluttered my insides.

I moaned around my mouthful of cock, too damn desperate for thought.

“I’ll take care of you, sweet Haley,” he promised.

Wyatt’s heat left my back, and I opened my eyes, straining to look up at my best friend.

His pupil-blown dark eyes stared down at me like I sprinkled the stars in the night sky, binding my heart even tighter to his.

Was there such a thing as straight for you? Or did he just love me enough, care for me, sense that connection between us as deeply as I did, that it didn’t matter what wasn’t between my legs?

Wyatt toyed with my clit, smeared his fingers along where he thrust into me. “Such a good girl, sweet Haley…fuck you’re taking us both so well—like you were made for us.”

His praise rose goosebumps over my skin, pushing me toward the edge…and Garrett’s burning stare…

He slid deeper into my throat I kept open and relaxed even though I wanted to beg him to come. I needed to taste him, listen to the noises he made while finding his release—something I’d never had the privilege of hearing.

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