He shook his head with a smirk. “Why do I have the distinct feeling you’re going to put me in my grave with that smart mouth of yours?”
“I promise not to suck you to death,” I teased.
“I’m not sure I’d mind. Get back on your knees, princess.”
I dropped down and stared up at him. He brushed his thumb back and forth over my lips. They felt swollen and tingly. They ached for something between them. As if he sensed that, he pushed two fingers past my lips.
“You can suck on these while you take my cock out.”
I sucked the salt off his fingertips and worked to unfasten his belt. He gasped as I tongued him the way I planned to tongue his cock as soon as I got my hands on it. I tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock. Then I took him in my mouth as I had Ian.
He released a heavy sigh, and his head fell back. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I lost myself in the act, so focused on his pleasure that I nearly forgot my own until I heard more clothes drop to the floor behind me. Then I felt Ian’s heat. His presence hummed through me without actual physical contact. He pressed a hot kiss between my shoulder blades and then trailed his tongue down my spine, eliciting a shiver over my whole body.
“How is she?” Will murmured over my head.
I jolted when Ian dragged his finger up my wet slit, from my clit to my anus.
“She’s beautiful. And she’s drenched.”
“Perfect.”
I heard the condom wrapper rip. Then Ian’s broad hand came to my hip. The head of his cock nudged into the opening of my pussy. I shifted restlessly. I tightened and released my internal muscles, as if I could somehow draw him into me. Feeling painfully empty, I whimpered in desperation around Will’s cock.
He grazed his thumb along my cheek. “Olivia’s waited long enough. Give her what she wants.”
I pressed my nails into Will’s thighs and moaned as Ian filled me slowly. Inch by delicious inch, he rooted deeply. Unimaginable pleasure coursed through my veins. Ian’s hands were everywhere, caressing down my back, up my sides, and around to my front to tease my nipples and clit. He was a master of gentle strength, seeming to know intuitively how much I could take.
Will sifted his fingers through my hair and caressed my cheeks as they hollowed around his cock. “How does it feel to be so filled up, princess?”
I was grateful to have my mouth occupied because I couldn’t possibly answer that question with words. I was on fire, burning up from the inside out. Giving and receiving more pleasure than I could handle.
I took him as far as I could and then lifted to tongue and suck his head. I circled the base of his cock with my hand and began stroking quickly. He gasped out a curse. I didn’t know whose orgasm I was racing toward—his or mine. Hopefully both, because Ian’s thick penetration and rugged thrusts were already bringing me to the brink.
Then Will pulled me off of him abruptly, his hand tight in my hair. “Are you in a hurry?”
I was breathless and oddly missing that second invasion. “I want to come. Please, let me. Please.” I barely recognized my own voice, so raw it was with need.
Ian dug his fingertips into the flesh of my ass and shoved deep into me, harder than he had before. A cry tore from my throat. I clenched around his penetration, harnessing all of my willpower not to fall apart. I was trembling, taking every inch of him over and over again.
“She’s so fucking tight.” Ian’s words were strangled. “She’s right there.”
Will bent toward me and lowered his voice. “I’m going to let you come all over Ian’s cock, Olivia. Then you’re going to let me fuck your mouth and come down that beautiful throat.”
Sounded like an incredible plan, as long as he let me come. Right. Fucking. Now.
I hated his rules. But I loved this feeling.
Hated it. Needed all of it.
I was turning inside out, and it was all Will’s fault.
“Please.” I wanted to cry for how on edge I was. I was ready to come without his word, even if it meant facing his punishment. Because the slap of his belt against my ass was nothing next to the torture of holding an orgasm while they both were taking me this way.
“Come for us,” Will whispered against my lips. “Loud and hard. We want to hear you. Does Ian’s cock feel good in you? Tell me.”
“Yes, yes… Oh, God!”
Ian’s rhythm sped up. “I’m there, baby. Come for me.”
I felt him in a deeper place, and then I shattered into a million little pieces. I screamed Ian’s name. Unintelligible sounds fell from my lips and flew across the room like shards of glass. Reflections of light and desire cut through me like a sharp blade.
Light-headed and wilted with my release, I wanted to melt into the ground when Ian slipped out of me. Will stood, lifting me on my knees. I held my palms to his thighs to keep my weak balance.
“Now you’re mine.”
The certainty in his tone raced along my sensitive nerves.