Page 88 of Double Pucked

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Just like that.”

More kisses. More touches. Until Chase stops kissing me and just lets out a long, lingering sigh. Everything feels dreamy and sexy and buzzy.

Then it feels dirty when Ryker pulls off my panties inch by inch and says, “We’re just getting started.”

And I no longer have any more questions—existential or practical—about how I got in this bed and what will happen next.

It feels like this is where I’m supposed to be.

* * *

I’m shivering. Panting. Moaning.

They’ve both already gone down on me. I don’t think I could be any wetter. And I seriously appreciate their commitment to the cause of lubrication.

All types of lubrication.

Because Chase removed the silver plug, then opened up my ass more with his lubricated fingers while he ate me out.

Now?

I’m ready and begging for them. Not only was the last hour foreplay. The entire evening has been, from the kisses in the car to the blow job in the dressing room. And to that moment on the street with Jasper. It’s been hours and hours of intensified excitement, and now I’m ready.

I push up on my elbows, looking up at two sexy, powerful men with throbbing cocks and hungry eyes. Wanting me. Needing me. I can feel the ferocity of their desire. Their primal need. It’s intoxicating, the way they both stare at me like the need to fuck me is their oxygen.

We haven’t talked about who’s claiming what part of me. Maybe that’s because I don’t feel like one is the first choice, the other the second. But facts are facts. Someone’s going to decide what dick goes in what hole and really, that someone should be me.

I might as well flip a coin, but here goes. Feeling wicked and wonderful and like the best kind of hot mess there is, I sit up and lay out the game plan. “I’m going to ride your dick, Ryker,” I say, looking at the grumpy but gentle giant, then at Chase, my outgoing but introspective guy. “And Chase, as you fuck me, I want you to tell Ryker how my ass feels because it’s going to drive him crazy.”

They both unleash feral moans, then Ryker slides up on the bed, stroking his cock.

Power. I feel it radiate through me as I straddle him, then bring the head of his cock to my aching center, rubbing him against me.

When I sink down on him, we both shudder.

Then I tremble some more as Chase’s big hand slides down my spine, then his slick fingers press against my back entrance.

“I’ve got this, baby,” Chase says, soothingly. “You keep riding that dick while I play.”

“I will.” Slowly I rise up and down as Chase fingers me some more.

But Ryker is unusually quiet as I ride his cock. He purses his lips, like he’s fighting something.

It’s hard for me to focus on asking him what’s wrong though when Chase kneels on the bed. Moving behind me, he notches the head of his cock against my ass.

He presses, barely sliding the tip in.

I groan from the intrusion. It’s not entirely pleasant, but it’s not painful either.

I’m sweating as I try to relax.

And Chase was right—thisiswork. Especially since the man under me still seems coiled tight. I’m worried. “What’s wrong?”

With a guttural groan, Ryker rasps out, “It’s just so fucking good. I’m trying to last with you.”

Oh.Oh.

That’s sexy in a way I never anticipated. I’m so used to these guys being able to do anything in bed. Being supermen. The idea that it’s hard for him to last because he’s so turned on sends a hot, fresh wave of bliss through me.

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