When Rivals Fall (Bayshore Rivals 1)

“Lay across our legs,” he orders, tugging at my shoulder. With shameful eagerness I oblige, readjusting my legs so I can lay across both their laps. My upper body is on Banks, while my ass is nestled against Oliver’s hardened cock.

“You want us to make you feel good?” Oliver inquires, his voice heady, while running his hand up and down my inner thighs. My heart starts to beat rapidly desire pooling deep in my gut.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly, my tongue darting out over my bottom lip to wet it.

“I want to touch you,” Oliver purrs.

“You are touching me,” I tease, even though I know exactly what he means.

Grinning he uses his hand to nudge my legs apart.

“I want to touch you here,” he murmurs and lets his thumb ghost over my shorts covered pussy. Taking the hint, I spread my legs further for him. He takes the invitation and trails his fingers over the fabric before he dips his thumb into the waistband of my shorts and starts to pull them down.

I lift my hips to give him better access and then watch as he pulls the fabric down my legs slowly, ever so slowly, leaving me completely bare. My eyes dart between both of them as they look down at me like I’m an all you can eat buffet and they are two starving men who haven’t eaten in weeks.

Banks cups my cheek and tilts my face towards him. Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine, this kiss consumes me, ripping the air from my lungs. I’m so overwhelmed by that kiss that it’s hard for me to keep track of where Oliver’s hands are.

Pleasure builds further when Banks’ free hand finds my breast and he starts kneading the flesh. At the same time Oliver’s hand moves between my thighs to cup my mound, his thumb finding my clit with ease.

“You want us to make you come?” Banks asks, his voice unnaturally deep as he pulls away just enough to speak.

With his thumb firmly on my clit Oliver moves a finger to my already drenched entrance. This is insane, we should stop, but I don’t want to, I don’t know if I could stop right now. The world could burn to the ground around me and I wouldn’t care. All that matters is the scorching fire flickering in my belly.

“Yes, please,” the words come out on a gasp because right as I’m speaking them, Oliver slides one of his thick digits into my slickness.

“Fuck, Banks, she’s tight as hell.” Oliver’s voice is strained, the muscles in his neck tight. He looks like he’s ready to explode.

“Mmm, so tight and ready for us,” Banks murmurs against my lips, before deepening the kiss. Seconds later my nipple is being rolled between two fingers, my chest heaving. My body shudders with pleasure at the explorative hands of these two men.

I whimper the moisture between my legs growing, dripping now. I’m so wet, so ready, it’s almost embarrassing. As if he can sense my discomfort and need for more, Oliver starts to move, his finger pumping in and out of me with shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Harlow, your pussy’s taking my brother’s finger with so much ease. I can picture you with my cock stuffed inside.”

Dear lord, my cheeks heat at the admission. Could I handle being taken by two of the Bishops? Even more so, would I want to be? I already know the answer to that question and as wrong as it might be, yes. I would want to be taken by them, together.

Banks is filthy, his words egging me on, pushing me closer and closer. My legs fall apart completely, my hips rising slightly with each shallow thrust, while Banks continues to pluck at my nipples, alternating between the two while whispering filthy thoughts in my ears.

“You’re so greedy, so willing and ready for us,” Oliver growls, adding a second finger. He pauses briefly, before moving again, giving me time to adjust to him. It’s almost like he knows that I’ve never done this before.

I feel full, so full, and the pressure in my womb builds as Oliver does this strange thing where he crosses his fingers inside me, rubbing at the tender tissue at the top of my channel.

“Shit,” I gasp, into Banks’ mouth and arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his hands. I’m full on panting now, my body moving on its own, my hands reach around, trying to find something to do.

One ends up in Banks’ hair, my fingers digging into his brown locks. My other hand grabs a fist full of Oliver’s shirt, pulling him towards me, as I teeter on the edge of insanity between the two of them.

“That’s right. Come for us. Come all over his fingers, gush that pretty pussy all over his hand,” Banks whispers against my heated skin, coaxing the orgasm right out of me. My thighs quake and my muscles tighten, the pleasure blinding me as it zings through my being from head to toe. I feel my channel spasming around Oliver’s fingers, gripping onto him, and refusing to let go. My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop the scream of pleasure from escaping, but some spills out anyway, ripping from my throat and from somewhere deep inside me.