“Then your wish is our command, sweetheart.” He thrust his cock into her pussy in one long stroke.
She gasped and clawed Sylas’s back. The two men she loved with all her heart were inside her. She’d dreamed of this moment a hundred times, but never imagined it would be so overwhelming and intense.
“You okay?” they asked her in unison, their bodies completely still, their cocks throbbing inside her.
“Oh God, yes. Yes, Masters.” The pressure continued building, driving her mad. “More. Please. More.”
They began thrusting into her, but their rhythm was off.
“Shit, Nic. We’re out of sync,” Sylas said with a grin. “She deserves better than this, even if it is our first time.”
She laughed. “It all feels great to me, Master. Please, don’t stop.”
“Sylas. To the beat. One.” Nic thrust into her and Sylas did the same a half-second latter.
A moan slipped out of her. “Yes.”
“Two.” Their thrusts came closer together.
By the time Nic got to “four,” he and Sylas had matched their tempo perfectly.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” She couldn’t stop repeating those words. She’d never felt anything like the kind of sensations they were bringing out inside her. She writhed between them like a live wire as she got closer and closer to the orgasm she so desperately needed. Every single nerve in her body was electrified, vibrating hot and violent.
She couldn’t contain herself. “So good. So good. So good.”
“Fuck, yes, this is good, baby.” Nic continued pushing in and out of her ass. “This is unbelievable.”
“This is fucking off-the-charts incredible.” Sylas deepened his thrusts into her pussy.
No longer able to hold back, she yelled, “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.” The juices poured out of her like a river as she climaxed like crazy.
Nic grabbed her hips and drove his cock deep into her. “I’m coming, baby. Fuuuck.”
“I’m coming, too,” Sylas moaned. The final note of their synchronized symphony ended in melodic bliss.
Chapter Fourteen
As rays of the morning sun came through the window, Sylas slipped out of Ashley’s bed. She and Nic were still asleep. Quietly, he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. He grabbed his clothes off of the coffee table, where Ashley had placed them last night. What a night. God, the best ever.
He walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry, pulling out the can of coffee. He started a pot. Thankfully, Ashley hadn’t spilled all the grounds. She’d looked so cute in her PJs and slippers, sitting in the kitchen chair while Nic swept up and he got the wine ready.
Sylas was truly happy. He loved her so very much.
Opening the refrigerator door, he saw everything he needed to cook for their breakfast—a dozen eggs and a package of bacon. And he’d seen a loaf of bread in the pantry, so they could have toast, too.
Toast? He grinned recalling how much fun they’d had clinking their glasses together, celebrating their new family.
He almost laughed out loud when he went to the pantry. I’m glad I don’t need the olive oil. It’s still in the bedroom. Although he wouldn’t have minded oiling her up some more. Now that was the kind of breakfast he could sink his teeth into.
When the bacon finished cooking and he started scrambling the eggs, Nic came out of the bedroom. He closed the door and gathered up his clothes, dressing quickly.
“She still asleep?” Sylas asked him.
“She’s out. I believe she could sleep a couple of more hours.” Nic stepped next to him. “Smells delicious, bro. Anything I can do to help?”
“Set the table and put out butter and whatever jams she has.”
“On it.” Nic went to work. “You know, Sylas, if I had known it could be this good back in Chicago, I would have never acted the way I did.”