Ben’s fingers skimmed my forehead, brushing my hair out of my eyes so he could gaze at me while I struggled to recover. “Did you like coming all over his face, while sucking my hard cock?”

I nodded and shuddered with an aftershock, lost in his eyes that were as pitch-black as night. I held his stare while my shaky lips parted, slowly descending around him. The blood that rushed loudly through my ears began to slow and I matched its languid pace, fucking Ben with my mouth.

Scott’s lightly calloused palm closed on my hip, gently urging me to turn. His voice was soft and surprisingly sweet. “On your back, Nina.”

The juxtaposition of Ben’s dirty words against Scott’s careful ones couldn’t have been more perfect. It kept the fire burning in me even after my need for satisfaction had ebbed, hinting at a new swell on the horizon.

I rolled over until the sheets were cool against the flushed, heated skin of my back, and Ben moved, tucking his knees beneath him so both men towered over me. Being caught under their gazes was a web ensnaring my body, a power I was more than willing to submit to. Scott stood at the edge of the bed. He hooked his hands under my knees and slowly slid me across the mattress toward him, spreading my legs.

I swallowed a breath.

We wouldn’t be using condoms for the scene. All actors had to be screened and tested twice before committing to the shoot, and I’d had to prove I was using birth control. It was as safe as the situation could be, but it didn’t feel any less dangerous when Scott ran the length of his bare cock against my wet pussy.

Every muscle in me tensed. Ben was in my hand, his cock growing hard as steel when Scott gripped himself and positioned the tip at my entrance, readying to take me.

The man between my legs held an expression painted with desire, and he focused first on my eyes before sweeping his gaze down along my nude flesh, all the way to the tiny space separating us.

“Watch,” Scott said.

Holy.

Fuck.

Chapter Four

The head of Scott’s cock disappeared as he slowly buried himself inside me, an uncomfortable and yet pleasurable stretch that went on forever. I gasped and arched my back, trying to watch, but the sensation was too much. Too full. Too good.

When he was fully seated inside, he gave me a moment to adjust. Ben’s fingers danced over my breast, tweaking a nipple, while his other hand urged me to stroke him faster. His attention seemed acutely tuned to what Scott was doing, and . . . was there a tiny flare of envy in his dark eyes?

“Oh my God.” I started to writhe as Scott moved his hips, grinding himself against my swollen clit. “Fuck me,” I whined. “Please, fuck me now.”

The smile that flashed across Scott’s lips was wicked victory, and he awarded me with his first thrust. A moan tore from my throat. Pinpricks of bliss tingled at the base of my spine as he found his rhythm, a mind-numbing pace to drive into me and rock the bed.

“Yeah, girl,” Ben said. “Fucking take that cock.”

I wasn’t sure which he meant, because he crept closer on his knees until he was against my shoulder, setting his cock on my lips. It didn’t matter, I was enjoying both men. The vibrations from Scott’s thrusts reverberated up my body, and I opened my mouth, sliding my lips along Ben’s thick, veiny shaft.

Were the cameras able to capture a fraction of how erotic this was? Did I look good with one man between my legs, fucking me while my tits bounced and my tongue wrapped around the cock of another man? Both of them had their hands on me then, one on each breast, massaging and pinching.

My moans built in urgency. Scott’s hips slammed against mine, and my fingers shot down to rub my clit, deepening my pleasure. A bead of sweat trickled down from his temple. It was hot under the lights, and hotter still from how he was fucking me. Hard, and deep. His chest heaved, and the air was punctuated by his gasps for breath, a byproduct of the intense physical exertion. The slide of him into my body, then out right to the edge, and plunging back in . . . it repeated endlessly.

His hands clasped tightly around my thighs, lifting me into each of his punishing thrusts. The force of it rammed my back into the mattress. Could he feel how badly he made my legs shake? God, watching him cranked up my own desire, and I wanted this to go on forever.

But it couldn’t.

There were two men, and no matter how I tried, I was sure my mouth and hand weren’t enough to satisfy my other partner.

I stared up at Ben, squeezing my hand like a vise around him. “You want to fuck this pussy?”

Scott pulled out and flung a finger at the bed, his gaze on Ben. “Lay down so she can ride you.”

It took Ben no time to comply. His head h

it the pillows and he stroked himself, waiting for me expectantly while Scott helped me to my feet. But Scott’s arms locked around me, smashing my body to his at the same moment his lips crashed against mine in a kiss.

Whoa.

My head spun, totally unprepared for it. Kissing right in the middle of the scene? And only kissing? He gripped my ass while his tongue filled my mouth, claiming every inch, like he was possessing me. And the strangest thing of all about the impromptu kiss was the passion behind it. It felt . . . honest. Needy.

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