Cole picks up the pace, holding tight to my hips as he stabs into me, over and over. Licking up and down Trace’s length, I stare up into fathomless eyes and melt beneath their scorching heat.
“Be right back.” Cole pulls out and leaves the bed.
I turn my neck to watch him prowl gloriously nude toward the bathroom, but Trace jerks me back and drags me up his chest.
“Show me how perfectly we fit together.” His timbre scratches as he arranges my legs to straddle his hips.
I move without hesitation, positioning his cock and sliding down slowly, relishing every long inch. His mouth falls open, and his chin lifts, the cords in his neck stretching against his skin. I roll my hips, and he groans, eyes closed as pleasure sweeps across his expression. Fucking gorgeous.
Cole returns from the bathroom with a tube of lube and pauses beside the bed, watching Trace move inside me.
Nerves creep in, coiling my stomach. I can’t imagine what it must be like for him, seeing his ex-best friend balls-deep in the woman he wants to spend his life with. I press a hand against Trace’s hip, stalling his movements.
“Cole?” I sit up, and my inner muscles clench around Trace’s cock. “We can stop. We don’t have to—”
“Lie back down.” Cole grips his erection and strokes from root to tip. “Ass in the air.”
That’s what the lube’s for, of course. But is he going to take me there while Trace is still inside me? We should have a conversation about this, but as Cole moves in behind me, he seems to be more interested in the conversation between his finger and my rear entrance.
His touch presses in, and I gulp down a breath, writhing on Trace.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Cole slides his thumb toward my pussy, gathering my arousal and smearing it over my anus. “I don’t even need lube.”
“Yes, you do.” I glare at him over my shoulder and soften my voice. “I’ve never done this…” Double-penetration. My cheeks burn. I can’t even say it out loud. “Have you?”
He shakes his head, eyes on the finger working past my ring of muscle. What else can he see down there? The base of Trace’s cock stretching me open? His balls slapping against me?
“What about you?” I turn back to Trace.
“You’re my first and last.” He cradles my face with both hands, searching my eyes.
My chest squeezes. If I could have one wish, it would be to wake up tomorrow to the sound of their hearts beating happily against mine.
“Please, don’t regret this.” My breaths quicken as the lubed crown of Cole’s cock nudges against me, seeking entry.
“I would never regret being inside of you,” Trace says.
“Breathe, baby.” Cole leans over my back and trails kisses up my spine, his voice gruff. “Push against me.”
I let my lungs do what they’re supposed to do and crane my neck to check out the positioning. Trace’s legs are together behind me with Cole and me straddling his hips. They look comfortable…considering the circumstances. I turn back and press against Cole, without taking my eyes off Trace.
Pressure ignites a dull ache in my back opening, stretching and filling. Cole sinks deeper, his fingers biting against my hips. It doesn’t take long before the sting ripples into languid pleasure.
Cole bears down with gentle, shallow strokes, shooting supernova tingles through my sensitive tissues. It feels so damn good it’s almost too much. Too many sensations. Too much fullness.
Trace’s eyes tell me he feels it, too. He brushes the hair from my face and feathers his fingers down my neck, rocking against me in a hypnotic rhythm.
They’re inside me. Both of them. Physically. Emotionally. The mattress beneath me disintegrates and time ceases to exist. I only feel. Them, us, joined in a way I never thought would happen and may never happen again.
“How are you doing?” Cole brushes his lips against my back.
“I might die if you don’t move faster.”
I don’t have to ask twice. He rolls into a swift grind, sliding his cock in and out and matching the rhythm of Trace’s thrusts.
Trembling and boneless, I lean forward and rub my hands over the muscled physique beneath me. My hair falls around my face as I lick the grooved valley at the center of Trace’s chest, kissing and nuzzling, awash in bliss.
Cole’s scruffy whiskers and warm breaths caress my back as he fucks me slowly, teasingly, like he doesn’t want to rush it.
Focusing my attention on Trace, I memorize the sharp angles of his clean-shaved face. Golden hair, straight nose, kissable scowl—he’s irrationally beautiful with his soulful blue eyes studying me the way I study him.
“Are you good?” I pant breathlessly, gripping his shoulder against an onslaught of pleasure.
“Trying not to come.” A muscle flexes in his cheek.
“You need to hurry, baby.” Cole hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me to a sitting position.
With my back against Cole’s chest and my legs spread around Trace’s hips, my clit is exposed and throbbing. Trace presses a thumb against it, rubbing circles and applying precise, consistent pressure.
My head falls back on Cole’s shoulder, his mouth at my ear, letting me feel every hot moaning gasp as he strokes his cock in and out of me. Then he grips my jaw and yanks my mouth to his. The kiss is hard, wild, and all-consuming. It’s more than I can bear.
I plunge fast, breaking the kiss and screaming out. Powerful, violent, the orgasm cleaves through me, splitting me open and moving me in a profound state of oblivion. Stars blot my vision as they grind their hips, speed up the pace, and join me.
Panting breaths, groaning shouts, and fingers bruising my flesh, they come together, apart, whatever they may be. It’s glorious. Unforgettable. A dream in the flesh.
I collapse on Trace’s chest, light-headed and spent. Cole falls on his back beside me and drops a forearm across his eyes, breathing heavily past parted lips.
Trace cradles my cheek with a warm palm and strokes his thumb across my mouth. I kiss it, grasp his wrist, and hold on. I don’t want this to end. I’m afraid of what comes next.
“I hope you didn’t do this for me…for my birthday.” I glance at Cole and return to Trace. “Did you plan this?”
“No.” Trace untangles his hand from mine and rolls us to our sides. “It wasn’t planned.”
My head jerks back. Trace Savoy just engaged in an impulsive, unintentional threesome? How very free-spirited of him.
Cole shifts to the edge of the bed and grabs his shirt from the floor. With a hand on my shoulder, he pushes me to my back and uses the shirt to clean between my legs. He does the same with himself and tosses it. Not once does he glance at Trace. Maybe I’m imagining it, but the awkwardness is already creeping in.
“When we got home tonight, you both seemed to be on the same page.” I rest my head on Cole’s chest and a hook a leg around Trace’s thigh, desperate to keep us joined. “But you didn’t talk about it beforehand?”
“Not exactly.” Cole pets my hair, his breathing returning to normal.
“I made the decision in the car,” Trace says in an icy tone, at odds with the soothing way he caresses my thigh.