“Like how he’s making that pussy feel?” Brock’s voice is a strangled whisper as his hands guide my hips, bouncing me up and down Ryder’s punishing length. “Like how he’s beating into it?”
With one hand wrapped around the back of Ryder’s neck, I bury the other in Brock’s hair, my fingers white-knuckling his wavy caramel strands as my head falls back against his shoulder. “Yes,” I answer through a pant as Brock grips my waist tighter, again slamming me down onto Ryder. “Oh my God, Brock. I need you now. I can’t take it anymore. I need to come, and I won’t until you’re inside me. Please, baby. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
“That’s my girl.” Brock drags the head of his cock up and down the seam of my ass as my legs involuntarily tighten around Ryder’s waist. “I fucking love when you beg. You’re so goddamn hot when you do it, so fucking sweet and vulnerable, it drives me crazy.” Chest pressed to my back, Brock brings his free hand to the front of my neck and palms it as he continues to tease me. “But sorry, baby, you’re not getting anything from me until you tell me how much you love feeling Ryder inside of you. Say it, Ber. Tell me how good his cock feels.”
I snag Ryder’s hot gaze, hesitation hindering my response. He wets his lips and jerks his hips up, the groan ripping from his chest matching the intensity of mine as his sheer girth stretches me, flaring my pussy wide open. Brock chooses the exact moment to thrust me down onto Ryder again. My head snaps back against Brock’s chest, a gasp springing from my throat as they work me to the very edge of insanity’s sweet blade.
“Say it,” Brock repeats, his voice harsher, hoarser. With the tip of his cock barely penetrating my ass, Brock tightens his fingers around my neck, both men groaning as Brock slams me down onto Ryder once more.
“Give me what I need. I wanna hear you say it,” Brock insists.
“I love how good he feels buried inside me.” I moan, tugging Brock’s hair as I angle my head just enough to capture his mouth in a ravenous kiss. Tongue twined with Brock’s, I flick my eyes to Ryder’s, our gazes glued to one another’s as he pumps his hips, his tempo matching the furious pace of mine and Brock’s kiss.
Brock roughs his hands up under the swell of my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples as the head of his cock pierces my ass. The delicious burn makes me cry out, but still, he continues to tease me, retreating the second he’s got me where he wants me.
“Look at his face. Look at what you do to him.” Brock slides his hand down the flat of my stomach, his fingers playing with my clit. Lost in their pleasure, the steady pressure nearly splinters me apart. “Keep talking. Keep fucking up his head, baby girl.”
Ryder watches me arch against Brock’s chest, his grip around my ass ironclad as he pumps into me.
“I love the way he’s fucking my pussy raw,” I breathe, sweat dewing my skin as I ride him faster, harder, my nails clawing his back.
“Christ,” Ryder snarls, his nostrils flaring. Blue eyes hardening, he palms my nape and pulls me to his mouth, his lips taking small, greedy kisses from me as he digs his fingers into my backside. “You’re so goddamn tight, so fucking wet, I ain’t gonna last too much longer.”
“Think she’s ready for the both of us?” Brock asks, his question hot against my ear, his fingers tweaking my nipples as he grinds against my ass.
“Yeah, bro. Of course she’s fucking ready.”
Though Ryder’s response is immediate, I see possessiveness flash in his eyes. He’s trying hard to conceal it, but it’s all over his face. Jealousy. Steadfast, he dips his head to the valley between my breasts, his tongue gathering the beads of sweat dotting my skin as he grips my bottom tighter.
My legs clench around his waist, my hips rocking with his as he draws my nipple into his mouth, tripping his barbell along the aching peak. Suckling it, he pumps into me with urgency, our bodies locked in sync.
Almost as though he knows it’ll be the last one we share without Brock being involved, Ryder kisses me hard, his tongue probing the deepest parts of my mouth. “I know I said it earlier, but thank you for tonight.” His words are soft against my cheek, their meaning flavored with desperation. “You’re a fucking jewel, Amber. The queen he deserves.”
Before I can let his pain eat me alive, I tense, my muscles locking up as Brock starts to ease inside me.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper, touching Ryder’s face. “Although I’ve done this before, I—I’ve never done it with two men at the same time. Please don’t hurt me.”
Ryder stops moving, and behind me, Brock completely stills.
“You think we’d ever . . . hurt you?” Ryder’s eyes dilate in surprise, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.
Fear of the unknown spirals through me, my heart thrumming as Brock strokes his fingers down the side of my ribs. I gasp, involuntarily relax.
“There’s no pain here, baby girl.” Brock lays his mouth on my neck, kissing it. “None at all. We want you lost in the pleasure we’re going to bring you, giving in to it until nothing else exists but your hunger for release.”
“Keep your eyes on mine.” Buried to the hilt, Ryder remains still, his strong hands gripping my underside, holding me in place as Brock slowly works his cock inside my rear. “You hear me, sweets? Don’t take those beautiful eyes off me.”
“Ryder,” I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Oh God.”