Trace didn’t protest one bit. He lifted his hips a little to help me pull them down, and as soon as I’d discarded them, he rose up onto his elbow, gazing down the line of his body at me. His cock was hard and heavy, jutting up toward his stomach at an angle.
I licked my lips, and Trace let out a tortured-sounding chuckle. When I wrapped my lips around him and began to bob my head up and down, using my saliva to wet the entire length and going a little deeper each time, he groaned.
When I glanced up through my eyelashes, he looked like he was struggling not to let his head drop back. His eyelids drooped, sleepy with lust, but he refused to stop watching me, his gaze following every movement of my lips over his dick.
“Fucking hell, Snow. How did you get so good at that?”
His voice was thick, and I could feel his abs contracting, his hips rolling in a counterpoint to my rhythm.
I drew back just a little, releasing him from my mouth before running my tongue all the way up his length along the underside and drawing circles around the smooth, rounded head as I gripped the base with one hand.
“I practiced on Merrick,” I murmured, flicking my gaze up again to watch his reaction to that.
The look of jealousy mixed with a flash of intense arousal on his face made me grin. His shaft pulsed in my hand, and an answering ache made my pussy throb.
These three men might all have possessive, alpha male tendencies, but the idea of sharing me with each other seemed to turn them on more than any of them had expected. I could tell Trace was holding onto his restraint by a thread as his hips bucked against my grip, his cock bumping against my lips.
I took him in my mouth again and opened the back of my throat, taking as much of him as I could. My nose brushed against his abs, and he let out a muffled grunt that became my new favorite sound in the world.
My own need building to a peak, I crawled up to straddle his hips again, rising up onto my knees to position him right where I needed him. As I lowered myself onto his straining cock inch by inch, I looked down into his eyes, letting a smile tilt my lips.
“I’ll tell you what. Maybe one day, I’ll let you fuck me while I suck Merrick. You can feel what having his cock in my mouth does to me.”
Trace’s hooded eyes flew wide open, and his hips jerked under me, filling me completely in one stroke. He wrapped his arms around me and flipped me onto my back so fast the world spun, drawing out and plunging in again so hard the bed shook.
“You’re a dirty fucking girl, you know that, Snow White?”
“Yeah, I’ve been told.”
He stole the grin from my lips as he kissed me again, thrusting over and over as his body settled over mine. The friction against my clit, the feel of him inside me, of our bodies pressed together skin-to-skin, made pleasure burn through me.
When he broke the kiss, he rested our foreheads together, still thrusting hard as we both gasped for breath. “What about Lach? Huh? Where’s he during all of this?”
My legs wrapped around him, and my whole world seemed to shrink down to just the space our bodies occupied as we both chased our pleasure.
“He’s in my hand,” I murmured, my voice hitching with every hard thrust. “I’m jerking him off. Or maybe he’s watching us and jerking himself off. Or maybe…” My pussy clenched hard around him, and I tilted my lips up to steal a kiss. I was about to lose it. About to explode. “Maybe he’s inside me too. At the same time you are. In the hole no one’s ever fucked before.”
“Oh, fuck!”
Trace’s whole body tensed as he came hard, slamming into me in uneven strokes as his cock pulsed, emptying himself inside me. I followed right on his heels, holding onto him for dear life and grinding my hips against his, drawing out my orgasm until we were both limp and spent.
He collapsed on top of me, his breath ghosting over my neck as he panted. “Fucking hell. Warn a guy before you go saying shit like that.”
I smiled weakly, letting my eyes drift closed as I ran my fingers up and down his back. “Watch out.”
His shoulders shook as he chuckled, and he let out a contented sigh. “Too fucking late for that, Snow.”
My heart gave a little tha-thump in my chest.
Yeah. No kidding.
Chapter Twenty-Six
It took us a while to disentangle our bodies. Neither of us seemed to be in any hurry to separate, and even when he finally pulled out of me and flopped onto the bed beside me, Trace’s fingers threaded through mine, our shoulders touching as our breathing finally returned to normal.
There was a sense of peace as our worn-out bodies rested together. We’d each been cooped up in our own minds since we’d left the godly realm, unable to even talk to anyone about what was going on. I hadn’t even talked to him yet about what I was thinking, and I already felt better, just sharing space with him.
My heart was still beating wildly fast, so I closed my eyes for a moment.