Clutching handfuls of Graham’s blanket, Ro shuddered, the orgasm about to burst within her. Flexing his fingers inside of her, Zach told Graham, “Do that again; her pussy just clenched so hard.”
The pressure was exquisite, and the orgasm barreling down on her was even more so.
“Oh my God!” Graham’s dick jerked at the sound of Ro’s breathy moans. Still working his fingers in and out of her ass, he could feel Zach doing the same in her pussy through the thin membrane that separated them. They drew out her pleasure until she went limp. Goddamn, the sound of this woman coming was the hottest thing he’d ever heard.
Graham slid his fingers out and lubed up his dick.
“I think you’re ready, baby.”
In response, Ro’s ass jerked toward him, as though she was seeking the fingers he’d just removed.
Graham kissed her shoulder and then slid off the bed. Zach rolled to his back and moved toward the edge of the bed. They readjusted Rowan so she was on her knees, straddling Zach. Graham stood between her spread thighs, gripping her hips and smoothing his thumbs up and down her ass before spreading her wide.
“I’m going to push in first, and then you’re going to sit on Zach’s cock. If it too much, just tell us, and we’ll slow down.”
Ro whimpered.
“Ro, you with us, baby?” Zach asked.
“Someone better fuck me. Now,” she said.
“Since you asked so nicely ...” Graham guided his cock, bumping against the crack of her ass before pressing the head against the tight pucker. “Push out. Let me in,” he breathed harshly.
The muscle eased, and Graham felt the head of his cock slide inside the hottest, tightest hole it had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She clenched, nearly pushing him out. “Easy, baby.”
“Holy shit, you’re in my ass.”
“How does it feel?” he and Zach asked in stereo.
“Big.”
Graham couldn’t stop the chuckle. “That’s just the head, sweetheart. But let’s fix that.”
That’s just the head? Oh good Lord, Ro thought. She wasn’t sure if she was thrilled or horrified. Hell, she wasn’t sure that she could actually accommodate him. She felt Zach’s fingers teasing her clit, and she relaxed, letting Graham sink deeper inside. If she’d thought the pressure from his fingers was exquisite, this was … mind-blowingly intense. She arched, and Graham nipped her shoulder before sliding in more.
She couldn’t help but ask, “Is it all the way in?” She really should have gotten a look at his cock before she agreed to let him shove it up her ass. Recon. Or something.
“Almost. You’re doing great.”
Almost? Ro couldn’t stand the suspense and pushed backward, impaling herself on his dick.
“Fuck! Rowan!” Graham ground out. “Jesus. Zach, you better get in her pussy, because I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to make this last.”
“Are you okay, baby? You want to take us both?” he asked, looking up at her, his amber gaze burning with obvious hunger.
Graham was holding still, awaiting her decision.
“Yes. Please.”
Zach leaned up and placed a kiss on her lips before helping to guide the head of his cock to her entrance.
“And I thought fucking your mouth was amazing,” he groaned, as he pushed inside in one smooth, long thrust.
Ro stilled, unable to believe the fullness she felt. It was like every other time she’d had sex, she’d only been doing it halfway. Like she’d spent her whole life waiting for this experience. For these men. For this night.
“Please. Please, move. I need more,” she heard herself begging.
And that was when the perfectly timed thrusting began. Graham pulled almost all the way out, and as he started to push back inside her ass, Zach slid out of her pussy. They alternated, pressure and pleasure swamping Ro’s senses and rendering her mindless.
“Touch your clit, babe.”
Obeying, she slid her hand down to her clit and gasped at the added sensation. Detonation.
Zach felt Ro’s pussy flutter, signaling the impending orgasm. He and Graham instinctively picked up the pace of their thrusts, shuttling in and out of her body. Zach reached between their bodies and moved Ro’s fingers away from her clit, replacing them with his own. He pressed down, increasing the pressure until he felt her jerk and heard her moan as another orgasm overtook her.
“I’m coming,” Graham said, before he roared his release.
Zach felt his own orgasm tear out of his balls, and he tried to pull out, but Ro’s clenching sheath imprisoned him. So he just let go.
Graham shot up in bed as his radio came to life with a crackle of static. He scrubbed his hands over his face and reached out to snag it off the nightstand. Normally he jumped out of bed at every creak. At the moment, he felt like he’d just woken up from a coma. When he looked at the bed and saw Ro curled between Zach and the indent he’d just left on the bed, he remembered the cause of his uncharacteristically deep sleep. Fuck. That woman was something else.