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Amber to Ashes (Torn Hearts #1) Page 116
Author: Gail McHugh

“I’m . . . Oh God, I’m about to . . .” Unable to finish my sentence, I sink my hand into Ryder’s hair and pull him against my warmth, the fingers of my other hand clawing Brock’s nape as a second, then a third orgasm rocks through me. “Yes! Oh my God, yes!”

Before I can take a breath, Brock and Ryder crawl up the bed, laying rows of kisses along my hips, waist, and tummy. Anywhere they can kiss, they do. I bite my lip, my head dizzy, my heart warming with each greedy yet gentle touch against my dampened skin. They roll onto their sides, sandwiching me between them, reverence thick in their eyes as they worship every inch of my body, each man making sure they play with a different part from what the other’s indulging in. Ryder grins and toys with a strand of my hair, his teeth snagging my earlobe in a gentle bite as Brock sweeps a slow hand over my breast, lightly pinching my nipple.

“Other than coming again,” Brock says against my lips, a smirk shadowing his face, “which will happen—what do you really want?”

Though I know exactly what I want, a sense of betrayal burns in my chest. I get to my knees, my words a whisper. “I feel . . . weird saying it.”

“I could be wrong, but I think weird happened three orgasms ago,” Brock deadpans, his reassuring smile settling me some as he, too, sits up on his knees. He drags his fingers down my stomach, circling my navel before sinking them inside my pussy. I moan, my forehead falling listless against his chest, my nails biting into his shoulder as I grind down on his hand. Knowing my body better than he does his own, Brock finds my G-spot faster than I can blink, his free hand fisting the back of my hair as I start riding his fingers like I would his dick.

Panting, I swing my gaze to Ryder’s. My head instantly splits with the need to be fucked as he frees his cock from his boxers, palming the Prince Albert–pierced piece. Shocked, I take in the circular barbell, an excited edge of fear slicing through me as he strokes it, his eyes locked on mine with every teasingly slow, measured pull. Dear Lord, this man’s as sinfully bad and deliciously good as they get. The best and worst part? He knows it. Working every blessed inch of his irresistible charm, triple-take good looks, and hard slabs of muscle, Ryder Ashcroft’s fully aware he’s a king in his own right.

The only piercing that I was remotely aware of is in his tongue. Judging by the grin shifting the corner of his mouth and the overly entertained look on his face, I’m more than certain he’s enjoying my embarrassing reaction. Continuing to stroke his cock, Ryder slides his tongue over his lips, the desire in his baby blues scalding my already-heated skin as he watches Brock finger-fuck me. Trying but miserably failing to look away, I drop my eyes from his, moving them down every inch of ink, which tells his story one masterful image at a time, resting them on what I’m positive is going to pleasure me in ways I’ve never been pleasured.

If there’s such a thing as a beautiful cock, Ryder Ashcroft’s the proud owner of one. Long and thick, an indescribably perfect engorged pierced head, and veins straining beneath at least nine rock-hard inches of delectable, give it to me now male flesh, it’s the epitome of what dampens panties around the globe.

My lips part, tingling to taste it.

Brock’s groan breaks me from Ryder’s hidden gem as he removes his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth. “Can never get enough of this,” he whispers, sucking my moisture from them. Eyes glued to mine, Brock dips his head and flicks his tongue over my nipples, giving equal attention to its twin. “Remember, your pleasure’s mine and then some. Nothing’s off-limits. Just say it, Ber. Tell me what you really want.”

I swallow my nervousness, allowing his needs to let mine run free. “I—I want to suck Ryder off while you fuck me,” I answer in a timid whisper, still in shock that any of this is happening, that I actually spoke those words to my boyfriend. I pull him to my mouth and kiss him hard, needing to show him how much I love him, how thankful I am that he’s letting me explore this side of myself. I dump my past, present, and future into the kiss, adrenaline expanding my veins as I reach behind me, seeking Ryder. The bed dips with the weight of him rising, his chiseled chest pressed to my back as I continue to kiss Brock.

“You wanna taste me, peach?” Ryder asks, his lips ravishing my neck, his hands finding my waist. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I moan, one hand buried in Brock’s hair, the other drifting over Ryder’s balls. “Please. I need to taste it right now.”

The sound of their heavy breathing explodes through the room as they circle my body, changing positions. From behind, Brock slides his hand up my stomach, trailing fire over my skin as he pulls me back to rest against his chest. Lips cushioned to my ear, he sucks my lobe into his mouth, his tongue undoing me as he drags it down my spine, along the dip of my neck, and back up to my ear. Stuck in a mindless, lustful haze, all thoughts of right and wrong, of yes and no, disappear as the heat of his cock glides down the seam of my ass, lighting me up with every slow stroke.

“Suck his dick like you do mine.” The dominance in Brock’s low rasp thrills me as he presses a hand to my shoulder. Sneaking the other around to the flat of my stomach, he bends me onto my hands and knees, then pulls in a ragged breath as he teases his cock against the entrance of my pussy. “Wrap those pretty lips around it and suck it real good. Real slow, baby girl. Show him how it’s supposed to be done. What he’s been missing.”

I look up, desire spinning a deadly web through my head as I meet Ryder’s gaze. The intensity of his stare pierces my skin, its potency demolishing every last ounce of my uncertainty in its destructive path. My hunger for him surges, pitching my thoughts beyond the room filled with the two men I crave more than air, more than life itself. Words vanish, morphing into flashes of mine and Ryder’s past, our undeniable ache for each other flipping through my mind as I watch him watching me.

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