The orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball, tearing through my body from head to toe. They’re no longer pinning me down, so there’s nothing to stop me as I thrash on the bed beneath their touch, reaching down to grab a fistful of Zaid’s hair as I arch my back.
Pleasure is still working its way through my system when Zaid sits back on his heels, licking his lips with hungry satisfaction. He doesn’t give me a moment to come down from the high, a moment to recover. Instead, he grabs my hips and flips me over neatly onto my stomach. Then he yanks me backward, bringing me to my hands and knees. Lining himself up, he plunges inside my still-convulsing pussy.
I let out a groan as his thick cock fills me, stretching my inner walls, and Lucas laughs softly, the sound possessive and hungry.
“Fuck, yes, princess. Moan for us.”
His hand strokes my hair, and I look up at him through the tangled blonde curtain of strands that falls over my face. He gathers my hair into a loose ponytail, holding it in his fist as he rises up onto his knees in front of me.
“I fucking love seeing you like this, Grace,” he murmurs. “Do you know how beautiful you look with Zaid’s cock inside you? With your skin so flushed from coming on his face? I’ve never seen anything so goddamn perfect.”
His words are filthy and reverent at the same time, and they send a shiver down my spine. Zaid is driving into me hard and fast from behind, making my whole body shake with the force of his thrusts, but I still manage to lean forward, stretching my neck a little as I open my mouth.
Lucas makes a noise that goes straight to my clit, shifting forward a little to close the last bit of space between us. The smooth head of his cock brushes against my lips as he fists the base of it, and I flick out my tongue to taste the soft skin. A familiar, slightly salty taste fills my senses, and I swirl my tongue all over his rounded head, gathering every drop of precum.
As if he’s as fucking turned on by watching me blow his brother as Lucas is by watching him fuck me, Zaid’s thrusts become harder and deeper. His fingers dig into my hips as he holds them right where he wants them.
I open my mouth and take Lucas inside, running my tongue over every inch of him that I can before sliding my lips lower, drawing him into the back of my throat. He groans, his grip on my hair tightening until my scalp stings. As if he can’t help himself, his hips start to pump into my mouth, fucking me in almost the same rhythm his brother is.
It’s too much.
I just came like a fucking rocket on Zaid’s face, but my needy body is already demanding another orgasm, shifting back and forth between the two men as pleasure builds inside me. I can feel the beginning of my release as it turns my core into liquid heat, and I shudder, whimpering around the thick obstruction of Lucas’s cock.
But before I can come, I pull away from Lucas, releasing his thick length with a wet slurp. “Wait! Wait!”
Zaid stops, his cock buried inside me. Just the feel of his hips pressed against my ass, his length stretching me and filling me, is almost enough to make me fall over the edge.
But I don’t want to. Not yet.
“More,” I gasp out. “I need more. Need—both of you.”
Lucas is still holding my hair, and he uses that grasp to tilt my face up toward him, letting me see the heat in his features. “Both of us?”
“Yes.” I swallow, licking my lips. “Inside me. At the same time.”
I’ve never done this before, and it scares me a little. But that desperate need hasn’t left me, even though having their hands and mouths on me has helped. I need to feel more. I need to feel everything.
Lucas glances behind me, and I know he and Zaid are sharing a look. They’re so in tune with each other that a single look is all it takes for them to communicate whatever they need to. When his gaze drops back to me, a sinful smile stretches Lucas’s lips. He lets go of my hair and drops down onto the mattress behind him, lying on his back and crooking a finger at me.
“Come here, princess. Sit on
my dick and ride me.”
Anticipation and excitement blaze through my body, and when Zaid slowly pulls out of me, I crawl forward, straddling Lucas’s lean hips and reaching down to line him up. As I sink down onto him, his hooded eyes watch every single movement, glued to the spot where my pussy stretches around him.
Knowing what he’s seeing, knowing how much it turns him on, makes an answering shiver of arousal run through my body. I start to move, rising up and sinking down, finding a rhythm as I get myself off on his cock.
As I do, he plays with my breasts, tugging and tweaking my nipples. And then I feel the heat of Zaid’s body behind me, the brush of his fingertips down my spine. He trails his hand down the curve of my ass, gathering some of the arousal that still coats my thighs. When his finger breaches my asshole, I grunt, my toes curling against the soft bedspread.
“I know you like this, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice full of wicked amusement. “Relax. Let me in. I’ll make sure it feels fucking amazing.”
And he does. His finger works its way in slowly as I fuck Lucas, and when he feels me relax around him, he slowly adds a second finger, working them both in as deep as he can.
“Do you want more, Grace?” he murmurs, nipping at my ear as I drop my head back against his shoulder. “My cock is bigger than this. Can you take me?”
“Yes!”
The word bursts out of me without a second thought. I don’t think there’s a single thing he could ask me right now that I wouldn’t say yes to. Everything they’re doing is pushing me toward something I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced before—a kind of pleasure I didn’t even know was possible.