Page 27 of His Own Heaven

“Ten, actually.” He thrust deep to prove his point. “But who’s counting?”

Charlie snorted and shook his head. “Stop bragging and give me a hand.”

Toby grinned at his twin, then kissed Lucy hard. “Come here, baby.”

It was the work of a moment to reverse their positions and settle her weight on top of him, and he groaned as she sank down on his cock, all the way down until he bottomed out inside her.

“Oh God,” she breathed, right before another orgasm took hold of her.

Her body clamped down on his, squeezing him like a vice. She shuddered and moaned and was so lost to the pleasure, Toby doubted she’d even noticed Charlie join them on the bed. Settling in behind her, his brother kissed her shoulders and neck, but when he slid his hands around her waist and up over her ribs, Toby saw red.

“Don’t touch her tits,” he snarled. “They’re mine.”

His brother laughed but reversed the direction of his wandering hands.

Keeping his pace steady so Charlie could do what was needed, Toby rolled his hips as Lucy rocked hers, groaning every time they met in the middle and she ground herself down on him.

He loved the feel of her tight little body wrapped around his, revelled in the feel of her fingers curling into his flesh, her fingernails leaving tiny weals in his pecs where she leaned on his chest to hold herself up. Her dark golden hair fell down her back and around her shoulders, and her head lolled forwards as she moaned his name.

“Toby, Sir. Touch me.Please.”

His breathing came in harsh bursts, the sound of Lucy’s plea, the sight of her riding him like Lady fucking Godiva so erotic he couldn’t resist her any longer. Every thrust of his hips made those twin globes of pierced perfection dance before him—sexy as sin—and he slid his hands up her body until he cupped them in his palms. He loved how soft she felt. Not just her skin but her. Soft and warm and pliable. Even her little metal piercings had been warmed by the heat of her flesh.

“I feel like a giant,” he said, staring at his big hands and how they completely enveloped her petite breasts.

Lucy laughed, put her smaller hands over his, and encouraged him to massage her flesh, then moaned low in her throat when he gave in to her silent demand and squeezed them hard. His cock swelled and twitched inside her, the sound of her pleasure doing indecent things to him.

Charlie, of course, chose that precise moment to peer over Lucy’s shoulder. “She’s ready.”

None too gently, Toby tugged on Lucy’s nipples until she lay flat against his broad chest. Then he wrapped his arms around her and held her down, groaned when her lips found his.

She kissed him at a leisurely pace, only stopping for a moment to breathe through the act of Charlie slowly filling her arse with his cock. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her teeth sank into her lower lip.

Toby petted her, soothed her. “Look at me, baby.”

She obeyed and opened her eyes, then sucked down a breath that appeared to restore her equilibrium, because the next words out of her mouth had both brothers grinning from ear to ear, a grin she returned without reservation.

“Let’s fuck.”

It didn’t take long to find their rhythm, for the three of them to match their thrusts, their moans, and their cries of pleasure.

Lucy’s mouth was on Toby’s again, her tongue slipping along the length of his own. His hand was wedged between their bodies, alternately fingering her clit with rough strokes that made her whimper and pinching it hard until she screamed. Charlie gripped her hips in his strong hands, his fingers spread wide, anchoring him to her. He pumped his body into hers, relentless in his task.

They both were.

And when Lucy shattered all around them, when she cried out her pleasure and Toby saw tears slip down her cheeks, and when her body shook again as another orgasm gripped her in its thrall, he knew he’d never be the same again.

“Fuck!” Charlie chanted quietly. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Then Charlie slammed his body against Lucy's and held still as he came, and Toby followed only seconds later, his climax so intense it almost hurt.

For a long moment afterwards, the only sounds he heard were those of Lucy and Charlie breathing, kissing, and that of the blood still rushing through his own ears as his heartbeat slowed to normal.

Cupping Lucy’s head, he took in her blissed-out smile and her hooded whisky-coloured eyes that called to him in their own intoxicating way.

“Mine,” he breathed across her cheeks, kissing away her tears. “You’re all mine.”

Chapter Ten

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