Her pulse sped up when Rylan grabbed Sloan around the neck and kissed him. Sloan’s hand tightened in her hair as he returned the kiss.
Fuck, that was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Or maybe it wasn’t—the memory of Sloan’s cock in Rylan’s mouth was even hotter. She was so turned on she felt like she might self-combust. And if she couldn’t touch herself, then she was going to torture these two men. She took one shaft in each hand and stroked faster.
When Sloan backed away, Reese voiced her disapproval. “No. Come back.”
“Too close to coming,” he grunted. His chest heaved as if he’d run all the way out to the farm and back at top speeds, his lips glossy from his kiss with Rylan.
Rylan wasn’t in much better shape. He licked his lips and gave her a hungry look. “My dick needs to be in someone right now,” he growled.
Sloan gave an abrupt nod and slid in behind Reese. He stretched out his legs and placed her knees on the outside of his hips.
It was an awkward position for her. Her center of gravity was off and she had to rely on Sloan’s broad back to support her. He lightly ran his hands down her sides. Ghost touches under her arms, fingers marking each separate rib while Rylan waited impatiently for his order.
“C’mere.” Sloan gestured for Rylan, then cupped Reese’s breasts, thumbing her tightly-peaked nipples before holding them out for Rylan’s mouth. “Suck until she comes again.”
“That’s not going to take long,” she said ruefully.
“Look how hot you are, sweetheart,” Sloan whispered in her ear as Rylan bent forward. “Do you like this? My hands squeezing your tits while Rylan sucks those pretty nipples into his mouth?”
“Yes.” It was incredibly decadent.
Sloan’s cock sat at the base of her spine, big and ready. “I’m going to fuck your ass while our man gets your pussy.” He licked a line of heat up her exposed neck. “It’s gonna be a tight fit. You’re gonna be sore tomorrow. Every time you take a step, you’ll feel it and you’ll remember what it felt like to have both of us taking you at once.”
She shuddered.
He tipped her forward, one hand at the center of her back. Rylan caught her around her waist and held her over Sloan’s dick, and Reese moaned when she felt the blunt head nudge at her opening.
“Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” Sloan instructed, running a hand down her spine. He curled an arm over her thigh to catch her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on that sweet touch as the invasion of her body began in tiny, slow increments.
Rylan held her flush against his body as he looked over her shoulder. “Christ, baby, your ass is tight. Sloan’s barely got the head in. Ease up, baby.”
His encouraging words were accompanied by long sweeps of his hands along the tops of her thighs. Between Sloan and Rylan’s petting, she stretched enough for Sloan to slide in completely. They both hissed—him from the tight fit, her from the burn. Her body felt like one exposed nerve. Everything was turning her on. The scratch of Sloan’s wiry chest hair against her shoulder blades. The muscles of Rylan’s chest flexing against her sensitive nipples. The harsh sounds of their breathing.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Rylan murmured.
She couldn’t even nod. Her mind was a swirling vortex of pain, need, and pleasure.
Sloan suddenly surged to his feet, driving hard into her tight passage, and Reese cried out as the swift stroke triggered an orgasm. His arm clamped around her waist while the other lifted one of her legs and draped it along Rylan’s hip.
Rylan pushed her head to the side and held her chin in place so Sloan could kiss her.
Holy fucking hell. She’d asked for more, and boy, were they giving it to her.
Sloan’s tongue slid into her mouth as Rylan reached between her legs to palm her core. “Fuck, I need another taste,” he mumbled, and then he dropped to his knees and slung both her legs over his shoulders. His mouth between her legs while Sloan pulsed in her ass was the most incredible feeling in the world.
And clearly she wasn’t the only one on the edge, because Sloan abruptly broke away from her mouth. “Get up here, you asshole. I’m going to shoot my load if you keep tonguing me.”
Reese choked on a laugh.
Rylan slowly rose to his feet. That feral smile was back—the one that promised a dose of heaven and hell at the same time.
“Ease out,” he ordered.
Sloan backed away, and Reese moaned at the loss.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” Rylan reassured her. “We’re gonna fill you up again.” Then he bent his legs and fit the broad tip of his cock against what felt like an impossibly tiny entrance.
He pushed, and it was painful at first, making her whimper.
“Keep going,” Sloan ordered.