His jaw tightens as he touches hesitant fingers to my cheek, brushing them along my parted lips, lingering there before resting them on my nape. Still, though his eyes are screaming that he can’t wait to fuck me raw, for the second time tonight, nervousness washes over him, his hands trembling as he wets his lips.
God, the thought of this beautiful man feeling even the smallest bit of nervousness lifts my heart, my urgency to taste him exploding into pure insanity as I try to breathe. Core throbbing, I wrap my hand around his glorious piece, my tongue soaking up the tiny bead of silk dripping from the head of his cock. Hot ribbons of desire sear my skin, my eyes fluttering closed as I swallow the liquid pearl. Ryder tastes every bit as divine as I imagined he would, if not better. Like Brock, he’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, an addictive blend of smooth and bitter.
Passion intensifying, I run my eager hand along his shaft, each stroke releasing more of what I need. What I’m sure is going to turn me into a junkie, not a single day passing without grabbing a fix.
“Mm,” I purr, fastening my gaze to Ryder’s as I stroke him from root to tip, repeating the process with every ragged breath he attempts.
“Ah, fuck,” Ryder hisses, fisting my hair as I lick the head of his cock, relishing its pierced tip. “Your mouth’s so sweet.” His eyes fall closed, his hips rocking in tandem with each slow swirl of my tongue. “That’s right. Just like that, momma. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
I push him back onto his heels, sucking a few scant inches of him into my mouth. He groans, his grip on my hair tightening as I slip my nails under the smooth sac of his balls. Another groan as my tongue makes a pass over them.
“Jesus,” Brock snarls, his cock plunging deep into me. “You’re drenched.” Finding a slow, easy pace, Brock seizes my shoulder and teasingly presses the pad of his thumb around the rim of my ass. “You want it? Need it, baby girl?”
He pulls out a fraction before thrusting back into me, causing me to strain into his touch. Feverishly nodding, I moan around Ryder’s cock as Brock’s thumb barely breaches the sensitive entrance. “Want my fingers inside this pretty ass?”
“Oh God,” I pant, my walls clenching his hardened length. “God, yes. Please give it to me.” My body vibrates as he glides his thumb inside me, gently parting the tender flesh as he thrusts into me again.
“I don’t think one’s enough for her,” Ryder says through a groan as I draw the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over it. “Want another?”
“Yes,” I beg, their dominance caging me in as Brock slips a second, then third finger inside me. “Mm. Ohh, yessss.”
Brock pumps into me faster, harder, his angry tempo eliciting a gasp from me as I take every inch of Ryder into my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate his girth.
“Fuuuuck.” Ryder gathers my face in his hands, slowly guiding me back and forth along his rigid length. “You look so fucking hot, so goddamn beautiful sucking me off. It’s enough to kill me.”
Like a wild animal, I snap, unleashing everything I’ve got on Ryder, my moans matching both men’s as I find the taut muscles of Ryder’s ass, squeezing them. Pleasure ripples through me, each slap of Brock’s balls against my sweat-soaked skin nourishing my entire being with what it requires as I hollow my mouth, taking Ryder as deep as I can.
His head falls back, his Adam’s apple glistening with sweat as he once again fists my hair, fucking my mouth with brutal yet equally fluid motions. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and my nails dig into his ass as I swallow him deeper, nearly gagging on his size. Still, I don’t stop. I can’t. My need to watch him cave, to crumble under my power, is something I’ve fantasized about, this moment beyond surreal as Brock stretches me, filling me to the core.
“I can’t wait anymore,” Ryder says through a strangled groan.
He cups my cheeks, his cock slipping through my lips as he pulls back, instantly killing my pleasure. Adding to my torture, Brock removes himself from me. Feeling crazed, I watch both men slide from the bed, their gazes latched on mine as Ryder starts for the living room.
“What are you doing?” I get to my knees and slide off the bed.
Ryder turns and looks me up and down. “I have to fuck you, Amber. I have to fuck you right now. Couldn’t wait another minute more if I tried.”
I look at Brock, silently seeking permission to react. Gleam wicked, he falls into an oversized armchair and palms his cock, stroking it as he nods his approval. On shaky legs, I bridge the space between Ryder and me, my mind reeling as I approach him. Head tilted back to stare at him, I smooth my hand across his tatted pecs, down the planes of his abs, and ultimately curl it around his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath, the length of his towering body tensing under my touch. His subtle nervousness sends a wave of anticipation tumbling across my skin as I press up on my tiptoes.
“Then . . . fuck . . . me, Ryder,” I purr, my lips cushioned against his ear. I stroke him once, twice, each slow pull eliciting a low groan from his chest. “Don’t wait another minute longer. Fuck me now, and fuck me. Hard.”
A slow smirk twists his mouth as he closes his hand over mine, aiding me in pumping his cock. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, peach.”
His free hand grips the back of my thigh, hitching my leg around his waist.
“I’m gonna fuck you until thinking straight’s no longer an option for you. Until you have no goddamn clue who or where you are.” He dips his head, biting my shoulder as he teases the tip of his cock between the slickened pleats of my pussy.