And fuck yeah, they could eat a girl out.
Her mind whirling and her limbs heavy, Jake laid her out on the bed and finished stripping. She licked her lips, her hands roaming over her body and plucking at her nipples. She might have come, but she was far from done.
Now naked, Jake knelt on the bed, his cock in one hand and a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube in the other. “For later,” he said as he tossed the condoms and lube on the bed.
Maya raised her head even as Jake put his hand in her hair and guided his dick to her mouth. She swallowed greedily, using her tongue ring to bring him closer to the edge. She moaned around his cock as Border knelt between her legs, using his mouth and three fingers to get her off once again. Before she could get Jake off, however, both men pulled away, and she whimpered.
“I’m going to fuck you first,” Jake whispered before kissing her softly. “Then Border will.”
He cupped her face, and she leaned into his hold. “That sounds like a plan to me,” she slurred, her body a little drunk on ecstasy. “What about you two?”
Jake looked over at Border, who was currently moving to kneel in front of Maya. “Next time,” he said softly. “There are hundreds of positions for us. For now, let us love you, and then next time, you can watch us fuck each other.”
Maya sighed. “Oh, what a hardship,” she crooned. “Okay, if you must.” She let her legs fall, spreading herself even more. “Hop on, Gallagher. Let’s get this train moving. And Gentry? Bring that dick over here. I haven’t had my mouth on it yet.”
Border chuckled. “I’m just meat to you, then?”
She narrowed her eyes and gripped him at the base of his cock, tightening her fist. His eyes crossed, and she waited for him to meet her gaze.
“You’re more than a cock to fill me, Gentry. Now, while I can’t wait to ride this, because, hello, look at this girth, you’d better get it through your mind that I expect dinner and conversation, as well.” She looked over at Jake. “Both of you.”
Jake pressed his condom-covered cock against her. “Got you, baby. Now keep your legs spread so I can fuck you.”
Border tapped her cheek with the tip of his dick, and she raised a brow at him. “I want to know you, Maya. We already discussed this. Now get that mouth around my cock and make me come.”
The tone of his voice sent delicious shivers down her spine so she didn’t argue. Instead, she opened her mouth and took him deep at the same time Jake speared her. She gasped around Border’s cock.
Jake made love to her, and she met him thrust for thrust, even as she sucked Border off. Border paid attention to her breasts and reached down to play with her clit. Even as she started to come, Jake pulled out of her, and the guys moved her around. She ended up straddling Border’s now condom-covered cock, and Jake had taken his condom off so Border could suck him down.
She slid down Border and rode him, her hips working overtime even as she leaned down to kiss up Border’s neck. This man, these men, made her more than she was, and she knew she’d never be the same without them.
And that was okay because she shouldn’t be the same person alone. They were special in her life for a reason.
Jake’s face went into absolute bliss as his lover sucked him off, and Maya couldn’t help but feel grateful she was part of this. Jake was her best friend, her other half, and yet she knew she’d have to fraction herself off once more for Border and know that was what was needed.
These two in her life were there for a reason, and as she came with her men following her, their shouts of bliss sending her over the edge yet again so close to the initial orgasm, she knew that no matter what happened, there was no going back.
They fell together in a panting mess of limbs, her body tucked between the two of them.
They were hers as well as each other’s.
For now. And maybe, just maybe, forever.
“Holy shit,” Jake panted.
Border snorted and kissed her neck, their silent giant calmer than she’d thought possible.
Holy shit indeed.
Chapter Twelve
“What the hell am I doing here again?” Border asked as he tugged on the bottom of his button-down shirt. He hadn’t tucked it in, and he’d rolled up the sleeves to let his forearms breathe, but he was still in a damn button-down shirt.