Addiction (Bayfront Billionaires)

He felt positively sinful. Thick and full and so damn hard.

His shaft glided along her slick walls and he grunted savagely. Fucked her feverishly. Just the way she liked it.

“Yes,” Liv ground out. “Harder.” Her spine arched, thrusting her breasts upward. His tongue flicked over her nipple the way Nate’s had and the combination of that and the clamps added to the erotic sensations he elicited with his quick, forceful plunging deep into her.

Liv thought she’d come again, instantly. But she clung to the orgasm this time, letting it build and build.

He filled her completely, hitting that perfect spot that took her breath away.

“Tristan.” She moved with him, her hips undulating, her pussy clenching, working him while he did the same to her.

The exhilaration and heat collided and Liv cried out once more as the climax ripped through her.

She thrashed against her restraints, wanting to grip his rock-hard biceps and dig her nails into his solid muscle. At the same time, it excited her to have absolutely no control over what he did to her.

He was just as frenzied. His hips jerked and he thrust deeper until he let out a carnal growl and came inside her, pulsing and surging . . . and setting Liv off again.

“Liv,” he said on a sharp slice of air. “Oh, fuck. God, you feel so damn good!”

And he kept her soaring . . .

Chapter Eight

Endless minutes ticked by before Tristan withdrew from her. Liv still couldn’t breathe properly and her brain had practically exploded with the powerful orgasms he’d delivered.

Nate swooped in to unbind her and remove the little clips that had her nipples harder than she’d ever dreamed possible. He scooped her limp and boneless body into his strong arms and carried her to the bed. She settled in the middle of it, no doubt a deliriously sappy smile on her face.

Nate stripped off the rest of his clothes and stretched out on the luxurious duvet alongside her. She shifted, moving toward him and sprawling across his gorgeous body. Her lips grazed his as she added, “You haven’t kissed me tonight in that red-hot, sizzling way of yours.”

“Figured Tristan deserved his time with you.”

She smiled against Nate’s lips. “I do adore that you two know how to share.”

“Stepbrothers,” he murmured, then pressed a hand to the back of her head and sealed his mouth to hers.

Liv returned his kiss with equal fervor, their tongues twisting and tangling. Her hand skated down his corrugated abs and slipped inside his briefs. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock and she pumped slowly.

Nate broke the kiss and said, “Watching Tristan make you come got me so fucking hard.”

“You’re still so fucking hard,” she teased.

He kissed her again as she continued to stroke him. Then his hands gripped her hips and he hauled her all the way on top of him. She straddled his lap, released him, and he thrust up into her.

He held her firmly as he plunged into her with quick, assertive movements that had her panting and gasping.

Tristan rolled toward her and engaged her in a sexy kiss. His fingertips grazed along her spine in a tantalizing touch to her tailbone. Then he caressed the cleft of her ass before circling her opening where she and Nate were joined.

When Tristan’s finger was covered with her cream, he pressed into the tiny hole of her anus.

Liv ripped her mouth from his and cried out. Nate’s hips bucked more forcefully and her nails dug into his pecs. Her excitement escalated, reached the boiling point, and erupted.

“Oh, God, Nate!”

The climax roared through her. Nate didn’t let up.

Tristan withdrew his finger and sheathed himself once again. Then he was behind her and nudging carefully into her so that they both filled her.

Liv remembered the exquisite sensation of having her two lovers take her; Tristan gently and Nate determinedly. It was the ultimate combination. The most incredible stimulation imaginable. As she rushed toward orgasm again, she felt them inching closer and closer to the edge as well.