He fisted his heavy shaft and brought it to Reese’s pussy, rubbing the head over her clit in a sensual caress that made all three of them groan. Then he slid inside her tight, wet channel, and a rush of pleasure roared through him with so much force he feared he might come if Reese so much as twitched. She lay sprawled beneath him, legs parted, breasts flushed with excitement as he slowly moved inside her.
“Sloan,” she moaned, but he couldn’t answer her, because the mattress creaked and suddenly there was a cock in his mouth.
Sweet fucking God.
*
Rylan groaned as Sloan licked at the piercing on his tip. Then the man drew the shaft all the way to the back of his throat, while Rylan’s hips pumped in a fevered rhythm. When Reese reached out and squeezed his balls with one delicate hand, he nearly fell over and had to brace himself on Sloan’s rock-hard shoulder.
Sloan chuckled around Rylan’s cock.
“You’re laughing now, fucker, but I’m the one getting my dick sucked and my balls squeezed,” Rylan said. He transferred his hand to Sloan’s head, running his palm over the closely-cropped hair.
Sloan responded by swallowing him deeper. The piercing pulled away from the end of Rylan’s cock, the deliciously painful sensation making him dizzy with need. He was one hard suck away from coming, but he wanted to be inside Reese. Her absence had filled him with gut-wrenching agony that was only going to be assuaged by fucking her long, deep, and hard.
With a tiny bit of regret, he tugged his dick out of Sloan’s mouth, who released him with a scrape of teeth in punishment and a grunt of disapproval.
“I wasn’t done there.” Sloan frowned, his rhythmic pounding of Reese’s sweet pussy halting for a moment.
Rylan slipped his hands under Reese’s shoulders. “I know, brother. It felt too good.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Reese drawled.
“Yeah, but I want to come inside you, baby. I want us both to come inside you.” He captured her chin and pulled her up for a tongue-tangling kiss.
Sloan scooted carefully to the end of the mattress, pulling Reese’s lithe form with him so they wouldn’t be separated. Still embedded deep inside of her, he lifted her slowly while Rylan positioned himself underneath her and palmed her ass. His dick, wet from his own arousal and Sloan’s mouth, twitched in anticipation.
“I feel like we should swat this sweet ass until it’s red for making us spend almost two days in fucking terror,” Rylan remarked.
Reese glanced at him over her shoulder. “By the touchy-feely act I saw when I got here, it looked like you two had a real tough time of it.”
He smacked one cheek in response. “I manned up because you were gone. Somebody had to take on Sloan’s aggression so he didn’t beast out and destroy our new home.”
“Sweetheart, the only way you’re going to shut Rylan up is to get his dick in your ass. So open up.” Sloan cupped her hips and lowered her over Rylan’s quivering tip.
She groaned. “Oh shit. You’re killing me.”
“You can take both of us,” Sloan encouraged.
Rylan’s eyes rolled back as he pushed past the ring of muscle into the tight squeeze of Reese’s ass. Sloan’s cock pulsed against his. He gritted his teeth, summoning up every iota of control he could find. It wasn’t much. Reese felt too good. Sloan was too intense. Rylan wanted to plunge inside with a violence that caught even him by surprise.
“Oh baby, you are so fucking hot. With Sloan inside you, it’s tight. You gotta make room for me,” he begged.
She whimpered, a breathless, ravaged response. Her head lolled back against his shoulder and her arm came up to wrap itself behind his neck. He gently rolled his hips forward and she opened.
“Ohhhh fuuu-uck,” Reese hissed as Rylan slid home. “It’s too much.”
“Never,” Sloan said, wrapping a hand in her hair and jerking her mouth against his. “It will never be too much.” Over her head, Sloan’s eyes met Rylan’s. “Let’s show our woman how much we missed her. How much we love her. How much we can’t fucking live without her.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He pushed into her with slow, deliberate movements, and Sloan held her up with one hand as the two men worked her over.
Rylan felt the orgasm boiling low and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He reached between them to find Reese’s clit, pinching the bundle of nerves until she began to clench around them. Then he gritted his teeth and addressed Sloan.
“Brother, I can’t hold on for much longer.”
But he would. They all knew he’d hold on for as long as it took for Reese to find her pleasure. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long before she tumbled over the edge, her body shaking between them with the force of her orgasm.
Rylan couldn’t help himself. He slammed forward, balls slapping against Reese’s ass, sometimes touching Sloan’s body. He felt the other man, just on the other side of a whisper-thin web of flesh. They moved in perfect synchronicity, driving each other beyond sanity into the glorious abyss of sensation.
“I love you two. Fuck, I love you,” Sloan ground out.