Cole growled with approval and Declan stepped forward, grasping his cock and carefully working it into my open mouth. Once I closed my lips around him, he slid his hands into my hair to hold me close.

Oh shit, it had been so long since I’d done this, a little part of me was hoping I hadn’t forgotten how. But it turned out sucking a cock was like riding a bike. I moved my head back and forth, taking his shaft in and out, using my tongue to stroke his length and reveling in the sound of his moans. He was like velvet against my tongue, but rock hard. Too big to take his whole length, I wrapped my fingers around the base—they wouldn’t close all the way—and worked him as I drew in my cheeks as I sucked.

I heard Cole moving toward me and felt him brush his cock against my cheek, felt the streak of pre-cum. This was hot, dirty and really, really good. Pulling back, I released Declan and took Cole’s cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the flared head as if it were a lollipop, licking up the salty essence. He didn’t even let me take him into my mouth, to feel him slide into my throat, before he pulled back.

“You had your turn, Hannah. Now it’s our turn to be in control.”

He paused, waited for me to nod, then said, “On the bed. Now.”

I no longer panicked at that authoritative tone. I didn’t do anything but get wetter.

Declan gently pulled me up and helped me onto the bed. With deft fingers, he unclasped my bra, my breasts falling free. My nipples were already hard, but ached with the feel of the cool air.

“Hands and knees,” Cole commanded.

Oh yes. God, the idea of him taking me from behind had me moving quickly. As soon as I did, he knelt on the bed at my side and ripped the wrapper off a condom. I watched the play of abs as he moved, took in the dark line of hair that traveled down to his cock. And that beast.

Was it going to fit? My pussy clenched, eager to find out.

My breasts hung down and my ass was up. Everything was on display and I didn’t care. I just needed that big cock of his deep inside of me. Now.

“This is going to be quick, darlin’.” He glanced up from sheathing himself, grinned. “Next time, we’ll go nice and slow.”

Worked for me. “Yes, hurry.”

Who was that breathy sounding woman? I couldn’t believe this was me. Naked and in bed, desperate and damn eager for two cocks.

He moved behind me, nudging my knees wider with his own as Declan sat down on the bed, leaned back against the headboard, propped up with the pillows. Taking my arm, he pulled me so my hands were on the bed, but this time on either side of his hips. My mouth hovered directly over his rigid cock. It curved up, just touching his navel. I knew what he tasted like, what he felt like in my mouth and I wanted it again. I wanted to feel his fingers tangle in my hair, guide me as to what he liked. I wanted him to come in my mouth so I could taste him, swallow down every drop.

Cole slid over my folds, then pressed his cock slowly into my wet pussy as Declan guided my head and he slid between my lips.

Cole quickly found a rhythm that was hard and fast, filling me up as I greedily sucked on Declan’s cock. I moaned as Cole slid over my g-spot again and again. Declan groaned in reply and tightened his hold on my hair with one hand, cupped and played with my breast with the other.

I was going to come. I was so close, pressing my hips back, meeting Cole’s thrusts to take him as deep as he’d go. But it wasn’t enough. Somehow, he knew, for he reached around and began to circle my clit with his thumb. I moaned again and this time Declan lifted his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth, thickening, then coming. Looking up at him, I watched as he clenched his jaw, groaned with the pleasure of the hot, wet suck of my mouth. I felt the spurt of his hot cum against the back of my throat as Cole pinched my clit.

I came on a muffled scream, my eyes closing and giving over to the body shaking, heart pounding, breath stealing pleasure.

Cole fucked me, all cadence lost, having given over to his basest need to come. On a shout, he gripped my hip and filled me, his cum captured in the barrier of the condom.

Declan lifted me off his spent cock before pulling me into his arms, our skin, damp with sweat, clung together. He was warm, so very warm and he was hard and powerful, broad and protective when he wrapped his arms about me.

Cole slid from me, moved to the bathroom and returned after a minute. He brought a warm, wet washcloth and gently cleaned me up but I was too spent to care that he was tending to my most private parts.

Finished, he collapsed in a boneless, utterly satisfied heap beside us on the bed. How had I ever thought these two were scary? They were like big, brawny teddy bears. Men who liked to fuck hard and cherish deeply.

After a little while, they shifted me so I was snuggled in between them, my head on Declan’s chest and Cole’s warm body wrapped around me from behind. A blanket was tossed over us and I gave in to a very sated sleep.

When I woke, it was still dark and the men were sleeping on both sides of me. Everything we’d done came back in a hot, sizzling instant. Holy shit, what had I just done? I’d slept with Declan and Cole. Not just slept with them, but fucked them. Yes, there was no other word for it. I was such a dirty, dirty girl. Nope. I refused to feel guilty about it. About the ache between my legs. But that didn’t mean I should stay here. Fun time was over and so was the one night.

One night, that was all this was meant to be. One spectacular night that I’d be reminiscing about for the rest of my life. We’d all had fun, gotten to know each other in ways I hadn’t expected—like the feel on my tongue sliding over the pulsing vein that ran along the length of Declan’s cock or Cole’s fingers as he held me still so he could pound into me.

Yup, dirty. Filthy dirty. And liberating. I wouldn’t be scared any longer.

I moved slowly, easing from the crook of Declan’s shoulder and lifting Cole’s arm from around my waist. I’d nearly made it to the edge of the bed when I heard Cole move behind me. Next thing I knew, his arm was once again cinched around my waist, keeping me in the bed. His hand cupped my breast, a perfect fit.

“I don’t think so, darlin’.”

“I, uh, I need to get home,” I whispered, not wanting to wake Declan.

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