Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
He collapsed against me, his weight a comforting pressure, his breath hot against my neck as he panted. I stroked his back, loving the feel of his sweat slickened skin. His heart beat rapidly, the steady thump pounding my chest where we pressed tightly together.
“Holy shit,” he muttered against my collarbone, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. “Holy shit!”
I smiled, a deep satisfaction filling me that had nothing to do with my own release and everything to do with his pleasure. “Like that, huh?” I couldn’t help but giggle when Byte shuddered against me and groaned again.
“I’ll say.” Byte found my lips again, kissing me over and over. It felt like praise, like he was thanking me for the pleasure I’d given him.
Across the room, Crush shifted in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight. When Byte ended our kiss, I turned my head to find him watching us with a hunger that made my breath catch. His eyes met mine, dark and full of promise.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said, rising from his seat. “It’s my turn.”
Byte rolled to the side, his chest still heaving with exertion, but his eyes alert and fixed on his brother. Crush approached the bed with deliberate steps, each movement controlled and predatory. My skin prickled with anticipation.
I started to sit up, but Crush grabbed my hips and flipped me to my belly. “On your hands and knees.” The command was issued with quiet authority that brooked no argument. The thought of being positioned exactly how he wanted me sent heat flooding through my already sensitized body.
Byte shifted to make room, propping himself against the headboard as I rolled over and pushed myself up on trembling limbs. My body still hummed from my encounter with Byte, muscles pleasantly fatigued, but a new surge of adrenaline had my heart racing.
Crush’s hand trailed down my spine, a featherlight touch that made me arch like a cat. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his palm coming to rest at the small of my back. The mattress dipped as he knelt behind me, his thighs brushing the backs of mine.
He bent forward, wrapping an arm around my waist. His chest pressed against my back as he gathered my hair in his other fist, pulling just enough to tilt my head back so he could see my face.
“You want this?” he asked, his lips at my ear. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him instinctively. “God, yes.”
He released my hair, his other arm sliding from my waist to grip my ass and hold me still. Crush caught a condom Byte tossed to him. Tearing it open, he let go of my ass long enough to roll the condom over his cock. I resisted the urge to look back, focusing instead on the sensation of cool air against my heated skin, the anticipation building in the pit of my stomach.
“She’s perfect like this, isn’t she?” Byte asked from his position against the headboard. He’d recovered enough to prop himself up, watching us with hooded eyes and a lazy smile.
Crush answered with a sound that was half growl, half agreement. He gripped my hip again and guided his cock to my pussy. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, just as thick as Byte’s, stretching me in a way that walked the exquisite line between pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” I gasped as he pushed forward, the slow, inexorable pressure making me clutch at the sheets. “Oh God, Crush!”
“Take it,” he rumbled, his voice strained as he continued his careful advance. “Take everything I’m givin’ you, River.”
“That’s it,” Byte encouraged from the sidelines, his voice thick with renewed arousal. “She was made for us, Crush.”
“She was,” Crush agreed, beginning to move with shallow, controlled thrusts that had me whimpering.
It felt so good to hear those words. I loved the possessiveness they talked about because that’s the way I felt too. It made me feel powerful, desired in a way I’d never experienced. These two strong, intense men wanted me. Not just my body, but me. They’d claimed me as theirs, and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to belong to them completely. Forever.
“More,” I demanded, pushing back against him, trying to take him deeper. “Harder. I won’t break.”
Crush’s grip tightened, fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass as he situated himself. “Greedy girl,” he said, but I heard the smile in his voice as he complied, drawing back almost completely before slamming forward with enough force to drive the breath from my lungs.
The bed frame creaked in protest as he established a punishing rhythm, each powerful thrust pushing me forward until I had to brace myself against the mattress, which had the added effect of raising my ass higher in the air.