Room One

Kandy

Um, that would be a hell no. No, I do not. But I’m all for it.

Fingers spread the swells of my ass open, and I barely have a chance to wallow in the satisfaction of finally having their hands on me before another idea consumes my thoughts. Not for the first time do I wonder about taking a man there. Having a man, my men, stretch the most forbidden part of my body with theirs. Sink into me, claim me in the most decadent, taboo manner.

“The world is about to burn, baby. Our world. You’re our fire.”

“And we are your air.”

Both are murmuring their sweet talk all the while stroking, touching, and kissing all the spots they can reach while kneeling over my body.

Ryder or Brogan—I don’t know who, I can’t tell their touch apart yet—strokes a hand down my spine and dips into my seam, teasing my ass with swirling caresses.

I bite off the need to cry out when warm air blows over my back entrance. I jump a little, but Ryder only holds me in place for his friend’s naughty teases.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, my hart,” Ryder says as a play on my last name. Something he picked up a few months back and what gives me hope that whatever this is between us can turn into something more than shared banter over text messenger.

I twist up to meet his eyes only to find it impossible not to kiss him. My lips brush over his in a soft passing, but he’s not going for anything close to gentle. Not my SEAL. No, Ryder is a man on a mission and I’m the sole focus of his unleashed energy.

He takes my face between his roughened palms and steals my breath away with the fierceness of how he claims my mouth. He squeezes me into him, and his tongue is in my mouth obliterating the last brain cells still firing.

I melt into him and press my ass into Brogan’s eager hands. Warm kisses drop on either cheek before he spreads my legs with a low groan. The next thing I know the pad of his warm tongue drags up my center and dips into the well of my pussy.

I moan deeply into Ryder’s mouth. He breaks our kiss and turns to his friend. “Do it again. I like how her nails dig into me when you lick her deep.”

His eyes are me again. “Sometimes, I think my life began the day I met you. Fucked up, yeah, but so worth the wait.” Strong fingers curl around my neck.

“True, I was barely fifteen.” Our foreheads come together, and we breathe in each other’s essence.

He smirks, a rueful grin lighting his handsome features. “You made every damn day a living nightmare. By the time you turned seventeen, Atlas was about to lose his shit.”

“Touché.”

Ryder pulls a fraction away from me. “Atlas is going to kill us, you know.”

All thoughts wash away then because Brogan does as his friend says and I’m so close to coming undone in their arms I can barely stay on my feet. I can feel those uncoiled sexual tensions built up over the years loosen which only makes them burn hotter.

Brogan spreads me wider, and I blush with a mix of raw need and inexperienced bashfulness knowing Ryder looks on.

“Get our girl on the couch,” he rasps deeply.

Brogan moves from behind me and spreads me between them. I’m on my back and Brogan loses no time returning to his spot between my legs. I widen them shamelessly. My dark-eyed lover looks up at me, my juices covering his masculine jaw, and his expression is pure, raw savagery.

He lowers his head and I look on as Brogan eats my bare pussy. All those fine muscles coiling and flexing. His tongue beats at my clit, forcing more girl-cum to spill down the crack of my ass to wet the couch cushion beneath me.

The view of Brogan between my legs is swiftly cut off when a set of gorgeous gray eyes cut into my line of sight.

Ryder cups my jaw and turns my head. The fat crown of his cock is at my lips. Beads of pre-cum spill down the veined length and I push to my elbows to catch every last drop with the tip of my tongue.

So taken by the sight of Brogan finally between my legs I must have missed when Ryder ditched his clothing. But that small detail doesn’t keep me from appreciating the view of every chiseled inch of his body as I take the heavy length of his cock between my lips.

“My hart,” he groans as I work the head, sucking him in as I hollow my cheeks.

I moan around his thickness as his friend lavishes my core with his tongue. I’m utterly lost to the overloading sensations these men pour over me. My thighs clench around Brogan’s head, and I run my fingers through his hair, suddenly flooded with the need to find my release in his mouth.

Ryder pulls from my lips and rims my mouth with the velvety soft tip of his steel length.

“Brogan, you’re making me...oh, that feels beyond amazing!” My head drops back, and my mouth gaps open. He sucks the little bead between his feverish lips, and I swirl my hips, countering his slow, deliberate circles.

Brogan flicks his tongue over my pleasure nub and tingles of uncontrollable energy spiral through me. He tastes me deeply, pushing his tongue inside once, twice.

“Yes!” I encourage him breathlessly. “Holy fuck! Do that again. Please, please...yes!” I demand more, but I honestly don’t know if I can handle it at the same time.

“Greedy. Think you can handle more?” He chuckles as if reading my mind.

Brogan rises, his jeans still holding him back from me. But the button is popped, and I reach for it, tugging at the zipper. I slide my hands in and he hisses the second my fingers wrap around his massive size. My insides quiver and clench at the idea of taking him inside my virgin channel. It will hurt like a mother, but I don’t care. I need to feel what it is to have him stretch me wide and take the part of myself I’ve been saving.

The part of my soul in love with my stepbrother cries out for him wishing he were here, but I know in time, hopefully, he’ll come around. If his hands ever did come close to touching me in such an erotic way, he wouldn’t be gentle, either. Not like Ryder and Brogan. That much I know. Controlling, dominant, and possessive is how he would claim me. I’ve caught the way he looks at me. He can deny and pretend all he wants. But I know.

For now, I have Brogan and Ryder.

“Now, Brogan. I need you.” I turn my gaze up to Ryder who is reaching for the stack of condoms. “Both of you.”

“Atlas is going to be pissed as hell.”

Brogan nods, darkness taking over his expression. His chest tightens where his body presses against mine and I panic they’ll stop on account of their best friend. No way will these men pull away from me now. I shimmy my hips and brush the rough material of Brogan’s jeans against my heated, sticky wet core and he groans, meeting me halfway when I do it again. He slides a large hand over my bare thigh, and I cling to him, silently begging for him to not push me away. Forces beyond our understanding have led us to this moment. I know it deep in my soul.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles, and I know I’ve won.

Brogan brushes hungry kisses over my midriff, his late evening stubble teasing over my sensitive skin before he sinks lower and lower. “Come in my mouth first, baby. I need to know the taste of your release before we take your body.”

The low rumbling of a Harley goes almost unnoticed as Brogan spreads my folds, fills my heated core with a thick finger and works my clit with his tongue. Ryder is back at my mouth and sliding his hard cock between my lips. I’m so consumed by both SEALs everything else moves off my radar. I writhe and moan for them, letting worry and doubt seep away. I clench my fingers into a blanket left thrown over the couch cushions. My eyes screw closed and my whole body arches into Brogan’s mouth.