“It’s okay,” Christian said. “Do it. Whatever you want, whatever you need.”
Her fingers dug in. He fucked her harder, apparently feeding off her arousal. She wanted to hold on to the searing intensity consuming her, but it was all too overwhelming, too exhilarating.
“Oh, God,” she said on a broken breath. All of the sensations collided and burst wide open, and Bayli screamed even louder this time.
“Yes,” Christian growled as she milked his cock. “Fuck, yes.” A heartbeat later he exploded inside her, keeping Bayli’s body quaking and every inch of her sizzling.
“Now that was hot,” Rory said.
Bayli collapsed against Christian’s chest and he stroked her spine while she tried to return to herself.
Wondering if that would ever happen.
Because she was no longer the Bayli Styles she used to be …
SIXTEEN
Rory eased her off of Christian sometime later. Bayli had no idea how many minutes had ticked by—dozens?—while she’d clung to Christian and he’d kept up his sensual, languid sweeping of his fingers up and down her spine. Tremors still ran through her. Her pussy throbbed from being filled and stretched, and perhaps because Bayli still yearned for more from these men.
But she was spent. Couldn’t even open her eyes as Rory maneuvered her into his arms. She snuggled against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He carried her upstairs and presumably into Christian’s bedroom, because he slipped her between crisp, cool sheets. He climbed in next to her. She surmised he’d removed his condom and tidied up while she’d been huddled on top of Christian.
Now her body curled into Rory’s as they lay on their sides. Christian joined them and he spooned her from behind. She twined her fingers with Christian’s and rested their hands against Rory’s chest.
“Are you all right?” Christian murmured.
“Never better.” Her voice was weak, raspy from screaming in sheer ecstasy.
Rory’s hand was on her hip and his thumb absently grazed her still-sensitive flesh, keeping her charged. He said, “You did extremely well for a first-timer.”
She grimaced. “You’re trying to bait me and it’s not going to work. I am literally Zenned out. Completely boneless and mindless. It is absolutely fantastic. The most incredible feeling in
the world.”
“Well, not the most incredible feeling,” Rory grumbled. “Right?”
Bayli barely had the energy to laugh. It came out a wisp of air. “Of course not. Winning the lottery would be the most incredible feeling in the world.”
Christian snickered. “Now who’s baiting whom?”
“He started it.”
“And you just can’t resist prodding.”
“You do recall what he did to me downstairs, yes?”
“Hmm, yes. That.”
“How’s your ass?” Rory asked in a playful tone.
“Ha-ha,” she muttered. Then smiled. “Actually, it’s really a very interesting sensation. Like there’s a fresh, cool breeze trilling through me.”
“Ah, the gift that keeps on giving.” Rory chuckled. She felt the low rumbling straight to her core.
“You really shouldn’t have done that without my permission.”
“But you enjoyed it. And what about what you did without my permission?”
“Your hand on Christian’s cock?” She moaned. Her eyelids fluttered open. “That was damn hot.” She twisted slightly so she could look at Christian over her shoulder. “So unbelievably hot. I could come just by watching you two.” She kissed him.