“You’re mean,” she hurled.
Beck grinned as he ripped into his condom. “Look, she’s really starting to understand us.”
Seth chuckled as he dropped kisses on her face. “Be soft and sweet, and we’ll make sure you have one hell of an orgasm.”
Then the big guy followed her to the middle of the mattress, gripped her hips, and entered her in one rough stroke. “Oh, jesus…”
Heavenly eked out a breathless gasp, and Beck paused to watch. They looked so fucking arousing together. Seth, both tall and well-muscled, appeared twice Heavenly’s dainty size. When he rocked deep inside her, he didn’t just cover her body, he enveloped her completely. Nothing but the guy’s arms around her prevented the force of his thrusts from fucking her off the bed.
“Doesn’t she feel good?” Beck finished gloving up.
A closer look at Seth proved his eyes were about to roll into the back of his head. “Holy shit. This is the softest, hottest, tightest…”
“Yeah.” Beck couldn’t argue with that.
“Her ass is a one-of-a-kind experience, too.” Without breaking his rhythm or giving a single fuck about the squeaking bedframe everyone in the house could probably hear, the PI propped himself on his elbows and peered straight into her eyes. “Do you like hearing us admit how much we love to fuck you?”
Heavenly wrapped her arms and legs around Seth, then plastered her mouth against his in answer.
It seemed crazy to Beck that watching the other man plow into Heavenly, one long stroke after another, could turn him on rather than piss him off. But he was over questioning it.
“Hey, man. You going to let me in on that?”
“Yeah. Give me one second…” Seth fitted his arms under her and took her ass in his hands, lifting her against his chest, and rocked harder into her body.
Changing the angle of his thrust increased her stimulation. Heavenly tossed her head, clawed at his back, and bit into his shoulder with a scream.
“On the edge, aren’t you, angel?” he muttered roughly.
“Seth. Seth! Seth!”
Instantly, he stilled. Her frustrated screeching replaced the squeaking of the bed as he rolled onto his back, sprawling Heavenly over him to straddle his hips.
“Please! I’m on fire…”
“Patience,” Seth warned.
She wasn’t having it. She braced her palms on his wide shoulders and ground down onto Seth with a low, feminine growl.
Damn if the minx wasn’t trying to gyrate out her own orgasm. Tsk, tsk…
“Stop,” Beck demanded.
She didn’t even pause, just kept springing on Seth’s cock.
Beck scanned the room. When he found what he needed, he plucked up the pair, retrieved the lube, then turned back to her, wearing the sort of grin that had prompted people to call him an evil son of a bitch more than once.
He grabbed a fistful of hair at her crown and tugged. “Stop using Seth’s cock as your sex toy.”
She ignored him, her hips swinging and swaying up and down the PI’s stiff dick. “So close…”
“And yet so far away,” Beck quipped as he yanked one of her hands off Seth’s shoulders, wrapped it in the soft, gold-braided tieback he’d pulled off the room’s drapes, and attached it to the bedpost.
Heavenly gasped. “What…what are you doing?”
He’d inhibited her ability to leverage herself. With his next move, he’d stop her altogether.
Beck repeated the process, fastening her free hand to the other bedpost. “You’ll come when we let you.”