Page 45 of Bad Men

Both Mia and I watched as he used the pad of his thumb to rub the slippery liquid over and across her back entrance. His gaze lifted and found Mia’s through the fringes of hair falling over his brow. A grin twisted up the corner of his mouth.

“Now’s the time to call uncle.”

Mia swallowed audibly. “I don’t think my uncles could save me even if I did call them.”

Dav snorted a chuckle. “No, they can’t. No one can.”

Chapter Ten — Mia

I shut my eyes and let myself sink into the overwhelming sensation of being filled by Davien. The length and girth of him stretched the walls of my body, leaving no room for anything else.

“Like that?” he taunted from over my shoulder.

I could only nod, but it was all he seemed to need when he angled his hips and drove deeper. A sound between a sob and a grunt escaped my lips, muffled by the slap of our skin. I distantly remembered Nero and the cock waiting inches from my face. The beautiful sight of it had me reaching out and grasping its thick weight.

I took him back into my mouth, starving for the taste of him on my tongue. It was all I’d thought about at work, practically drooling every time I remembered the night before and all the things he’d done to me. The memory had my hips shoving back against Davien, meeting his every thrust with a harder one of my own. The man behind me groaned and tightened his hold.

But it wasn’t enough.

Without warning the men, I pulled away, expelling them from my body and straightening. Their mingled sounds of confusion was ignored by me when I reached for the elastic waistband of Nero’s bottoms and yanked them to his knees. I climbed over him, digging my knees into the lumpy cushions on either sides of his hips. My fingers anchored into the headrest behind him, holding tight until I was stable.

Nero met my eye, our faces inches apart as I hovered over him. The warm hazel reflected the fire I knew blazed within him, the very same hunger I’d witnessed the night before. When his palms slipped over my waist and across my lower back, I shivered.

“I want you both inside me,” I rasped.

My response was the condom Davien passed Nero from over my shoulder. The other man accepted without taking his eyes off my face. He never blinked, not even when he rolled the rubber down over his shaft.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warned quietly. “It’ll hurt more if you take us both without stretching.”

I’d considered that earlier when getting myself worked up looking at images. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew it would. But I was determined.

“I know,” I whispered. “But I still want it.”

His gaze left mine for a flick of a second to peer at the man over my shoulder. The two seemed to communicate without a word shared between them.

“If it’s what you want, we will, but you have to tell us if it’s too much,” Davien said at last.

Promising that I would, I braced myself. I let them maneuver me into position. Nero slid in first, easing past the entrance of my vagina with a gradual gentleness. The familiar feel of him returning home had us both hissing in unison. I gripped the back of the armchair and used it as leverage to lift and plunge my hips over him again and again, enjoying the slow build of my climax with every scrap of my clit along the length of his shaft.

“Now,” I panted, glancing back to where Davien stood watching my ass, a rock-hard erection gliding against his palm. “I won’t last much longer.”

He didn’t disappoint. A fresh trickle of lube was drizzled down the crease of my backside, running over and down the place I was connected to Nero. I knew it was staining his pants and the cushion under us, but no one else seemed upset about it. Davien teased the puckered opening, circling it with the pad of his thumb, working the slippery liquid inside with gentle prods. I fought not to react, not to flinch every time the unused muscle was poked. Beneath me, I could feel Nero watching my face, searching for hint of discomfort, but he didn’t stop Davien when the thick head of his penis aligned with my back entrance.

“Deep breath, baby,” he murmured quietly, warm breath washing over my chin and cheeks.

I sucked in a breath and held it as Davien nudged the opening a couple of times, testing its resistance. His hands joined Nero’s at my hips, cutting ten strips into my skin as he pulled me down onto him.

The ring of my opening gave easily to stretch over and around his head. I sobbed at the burst of pressure. My entire body heaved at the unfamiliar sensation, reflexively urging me to dislodge him.

“Easy,” Davien whispered, gripping me in place. “Almost there.”

The rest of him wasn’t so easy. His length squeezed through my channel, expanding a place that wasn’t made to be expanded, making home against the cock already buried in my body, demanding space where there was none. He felt hot and thick, the circumference of his size leaving a burning trail in its path. The pain made me want to abort mission. I wanted to call quit and ask them never to do that again. It was on the tip of my tongue when Nero leaned up and captured my lips.

I hadn’t realized I’d pinched my eyes shut until I was blinking them open, releasing the tears. They splashed down my cheeks to join the others I hadn’t felt trickling free.

“We’re in,” he murmured to me gently. “Want to stop?”

I started to say yes, but a faint part of me caught the words, we’re in and my brain latched onto that knowledge with the realization that … they were in. they were both settled completely into place. I was full and stretched, and, despite the unbearable stinging, I had them inside me.

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