As his mouth moved over my cheek, I turned my face toward his, giving him a long, deep, torturous kiss.
He leaned back, breathing heavily, and looked at Jesse. “Got her all oiled up like, but I’ve never kicked the back doors in before. I den’ want to hurt her.”
Jesse barked out a strained, husky laugh. It really was funny hearing Roark admit that, something we already knew, in such a serious tone.
“Okay.” Jesse widened his legs and gripped my rear, pulling my cheeks apart. “Straddle my thigh, Roark.”
He did, wrapping his hands around my ass, his fingers curling over Jesse’s.
“Evie’s going to push back against you.” Jesse dug his fingers against the fleshy meat of my butt. “Go slow. Watch her body for cues.”
I leaned down and kissed Jesse’s lips. “You’ve done this before.”
He kissed me back. “Anal? Yes.” Another hungry kiss. “But not this.”
He’d shared a woman with another man before, but he hadn’t gone as far as double-penetration?
I grinned, licking his lips. “I’m getting another first with you.”
“With both of us.” He glanced at Roark then ducked his head to nuzzle and suck my breasts.
Roark ran a hand along my spine and slowly, cautiously, worked his way into my ass. I pushed back against him, trying to fit as much of him inside as I could, but my God, I was full, stretched to the point of pain. A consuming, self-possessing, addictive kind of pain.
With Jesse already buried snuggly inside, every inch Roark added felt like a heavy, penetrating force, a burning pressure. But it felt right. I was in no danger. I could stop this whenever I wanted.
He shoved to the root and my nerve-endings screamed with biting pleasure, my body humming with a sense of belonging.
Jesse gripped the back of my neck and yanked my mouth to his, roughly tugging my lips between his teeth. Heat spread through my body, roaring toward that climatic peak. I needed more. I needed them to move.
It took them a few awkward thrusts to find their groove, but once they fell in sync, their cocks moved as one, pounding to the same diabolical beat.
Their hands and mouths were everywhere, their bodies gliding under and over me, muscles contracting, and breaths choking. The scent of sweat and sex chased my inhales, and the reverberating sounds of their groans aroused me beyond sanity.
Roark’s chest covered my back, his hips pumping, his teeth biting my shoulders. I didn’t know how Jesse bore the weight of both of us, but he didn’t complain as his hands pulled my hair at the roots and his tongue vigorously thrust against mine.
“So fecking tight, love,” Roark panted in my ear.
Could they feel each other through my inner wall? Imagining it made my hips move faster, my hands caressing every inch of hard, flexing muscle within reach.
Jesse let his head fall back against the mattress, his mouth hanging open to accommodate his heavy breaths.
A look passed between them, one that had Roark grinning and Jesse hardening his eyes. Their hips slowed, stopped, and the way they stared at one another turned me on more than anything else they’d done that night.
“Kiss him, Roark.” I pulled in a ragged breath and shifted to the side, dropping my cheek on Jesse’s shoulder. “You want to.”
Roark gripped a handful of Jesse’s hair and leaned down. Jesse didn’t move to meet him, but he didn’t fight him off either, his eyes frozen in an unblinking glare.
My pulse went wild, and my pussy squeezed around Jesse’s cock. He groaned, and Roark swooped in, mashing his lips against Jesse’s.
Jesse didn’t kiss him back, his mouth slack and partly open, but a moment later, his hands shot to my waist, his fingers digging against my skin, and they began to move.
Their jaws stretched and rubbed together, their tongues tangling and teeth nipping. Then their thrusts quickened. Jesse’s hips rotated and ground seductively against me as Roark slammed into my ass.
I cried out, trembling with intoxicating pleasure. The sight of their hungry mouths molded together and the friction of their hard bodies flexing around me, in me, ripped me open in a burning explosion of colored lights and choking screams. As I shot into ecstasy, their heads turned and their mouths covered my neck, my face, and my lips.
We were tongues and hands and skin, driving our hips as one entity. I came again, and as they released with me, I wrapped my arms around Jesse’s neck. Roark gripped my hips tightly, their cocks pushing and pulsing until I thought I might pass out.
I lost track of how many times I orgasmed that night. We showered and hydrated and fucked until my free-falling world went black. Maybe they blacked out, too. All I knew was I slept heavily, peacefully, between two of the men I loved while dreaming about finding the third.