Page 51 of Tempt Her

I wantyoutwo men.

Mateo’s steps are slow and deliberate. Without breaking our gaze, he walks to tower over us.

I start fucking Luke, riding him for both men to watch while I tease my nipples but never break my eyes from looking up, locked on Mateo’s dazzling stare.

The man is heat. He’s the sun and the center and so warm. He’s everything that supples your body into receiving every inch of him.

Hesitation dances on the edge of his gorgeous brown eyes rimmed in green, framed by lashes so thick. The lust in his stare hits my veins like a powerful drug. It breaks the last chain; my desire is set free.

“Join us,” I sigh. “Fuck me, too.”

Dropping to his knees, his grin disappears as he gently cradles my face. His tender stare, his strong touch, his fierce intensity; he asks, “Are you sure?”

The memory grabs me, holding my body still over Luke’s, knowing Mateo is holding back because he held back with me so long ago.

Back then, he wanted me too. His kiss, body, and moans confessed it, but they weren’t strong enough to defeat his fear, the worry of what would happen if a gorgeous Brown man like him were to love a lucky White woman like me.

Nowadays, it’s not so controversial. But we were young. And the rules then still apply for some now, especially around here. But I never cared. I never believed them.

I always saw the books Mateo hauled from one classroom to the next. I always saw how he laughed so deeply with his friends. He never bothered anyone; he only helped them. It was his kindness, bright smile, and tan face laughing so hard that it shimmered. It was everything about Mateo that had me crushing on him from afar. My fifteen-year-old heart fell madly in love with him.

“Yes,” I answer him now. “Please give me more than seven minutes of heaven with you.”

His grin is as soft as his lush lips brushing over mine. Gently, at first, just like he did during our first kiss, he plays with my lips. His kiss is still the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. Luke’s kiss is a storm of passion, while Mateo’s is a soft rain over parched land, slowly wetting your world to blossom again.

“Oh god,” I sigh into Mateo’s mouth while his hands won’t let go of my face. His kiss soothes. It takes me back to when all I had was confidence, happiness, and freedom.

And now… it ignites my body again, and Luke’s hasn’t left me. His touch is right here, waiting for Mateo to join us before Luke guides me, pulling me back down his cock that I swear never stops.

“Oh god,” I sigh again at the truth.

Two men are touching me, ready to fuck me, and I want them.So. Much.

Mateo’s kiss doesn’t end while I keep rolling my hips, sliding up and down Luke’s length.

“Fuck,” Luke sighs at all he can witness. “Fuck, this is fucking hot; the three of us.”

Like that’s his cue, Mateo takes one of his hands away from caressing my face. It makes me open my eyes to watch him suck his fingers, making them drip with spit before he reaches down and rubs my clit, right where it glides over Luke’s cock. “Oh shit,” I cry out, my body jolting in delight. “Oh shit, I can’t believe this.”

It feels so good.

I’m going to lose my mind, and you can have it. Take it. I don’t need it.

I just need this: Luke’s cock and Mateo’s fingers; Mateo’s kiss and Luke’s touch.

“You like this?” Mateo asks through our kiss. “You like both of us serving you, Stacey?” His fingertips circle my clit. His lips dust over mine. “This is how your sweet, wet pussy deserves to be treated. So fucking good until you come so hard.” The thrill is insane; a thick cock and thick fingers lavishing my pussy. “Do you like sharing two men?” Mateo taunts.

“Yes,” I gasp. Resting my hand on Luke’s flexing hard abs under me, I hold Mateo’s neck with the other. “Don’t stop,” I beg them.

“Baby, we’re just getting started with you,” Luke hums while the loud song in my body crescendos. To Mateo’s perfect kiss, his gentle grab of my hair while his fingertips play across my slick clit. His hand caresses my sex where it’s joined with Luke’s.

The taboo, the truth that Mateo’s also stroking Luke’s hard cock, touching him while he’s thrusting into my pussy while Luke taunts, loving it too, “Come on, baby, fucking come for us. Fucking ride that sweet pussy hard over my cock while he plays with us. He can feel our fuck. Then Mateo’s gonna fuck you so good too. We’ll share you, baby, and keep making you come.”

It’s sudden. “Oh god,” I scream. My body snaps, coming so hard at the temptation of Luke’s promise, his cock claiming me while Mateo’s worship of my clit doesn’t stop. Pleasure strangles my voice as I open my eyes to Mateo, watching as lust grabs my shoulders, shaking me so hard over Luke as he holds me tight, shuddering over his body.

It’s so intense. It’s so amazing. “I want more cock” is all I can gasp. Staring at Mateo, I have no shame. “I want your cock in my mouth until I taste you.” My body shakes with desire, with an orgasm that doesn’t want to end. It wants to fuck forever.

My breath fights to return, but I have more in me. More need. More lust. More trust I give to these men; we’re crossing over together, and I love it.

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