Tyler’s finger dug deeper into her hips. He spread his legs a bit more, stabilizing himself, before he pushed another scant inch of his c**k inside her. She clawed at the sofa and looked at Eric in helpless surprise as pleasure tore through her.
“She’s tight, man,” Tyler growled. “So f**king tight. I won’t hurt her.”
“Don’t worry. She wants it,” Eric argued, taking another long sip of wine from the bottle. “She’s goddamn begging for it. Shove it in her cunt and make her take it.”
Her husband seized her lips, took her mouth with his own, stabbing his tongue inside ravenously. Then Tyler eased in another inch between her folds.
Dear God. She couldn’t breathe. Tyler fired up nerve endings she’d never felt before. He surrounded her, warm skin sizzling her back, hot breath in her ear, fingers dropped to her thighs, clutching them possessively. He was on her—in her. Overwhelming her. Del tore her lips from Eric’s with a gasp.
“Am I hurting you?” Tyler growled, sounding at the end of his restraint.
“Yes. No.” She tossed back her head and groaned. “I don’t know if I can take more, but I want it.”
“See,” Eric said. “She wants it.”
“Damn it,” Tyler cursed. “The goal is pleasure. Not p**n ,” he tossed at Eric. “Not pain. You have to relax for me, angel.”
He withdrew a fraction, scraping along her nerve endings. Then his fingers drifted over her clit again as he dragged his c**k through the shallow channel of her vulva, coating himself in her juices, back and forth, bumping the little bundle of nerves he circled.
Unbelievably, need spiked again. She rarely orgasmed twice, so the desire balling in her belly, tight and urgent, pressing down on her made her thrash and mewl. “Tyler . . .”
“I know. I feel it, too.” He fitted the head of his dick at her opening and began pushing in again. “Just let me in and let go.”
She couldn’t hold in a gasp as he parted her wet flesh with the blunt tip of his c**k and forged deep, spreading her so damn wide. As he opened her, her flesh stung, burned, trying to take every bit of him she could. The thick, hot feel of him stole her breath. And still he kept thrusting forward, stretching and working with absolute focus.
“You look f**king hot,” Eric murmured, fondling her ni**les before twisting them.
Behind her, Tyler groaned. “Fuck, she just clamped down on me.”
“Sweet.” Eric manipulated her ni**les again. They felt tight and raw and burning. Her body hummed, tensed, waiting for something more.
“Back the f**k off for a minute,” Tyler snarled. “Let me finish getting inside her.”
He hadn’t yet? Already, she felt deliciously split in two.
Del breathed out. It had been so long since she’d felt her blood roaring, her pu**y aching—and it had never been like this. She’d been so focused on Eric and his needs that she hadn’t even used her vibrator once in the last three months. So she was totally unprepared for Tyler.
But beyond the pain, he was making her feel like a woman again. She couldn’t disappoint him. This was supposed to be for Eric, but somehow, it had ceased being exclusively about his sexual needs.
She should probably be angry that Eric wanted her to sleep with another man. But right now, she was damn glad. And she owed Tyler. He’d stepped across his personal boundaries to give her immense pleasure and made her feel treasured. No way would she repay him by failing to give him her all.
Drawing in a deep breath, Del forced herself to relax her pelvic muscles and open in welcome. She wriggled back against him, sucking in a shocked breath as he sank deeper than before, deeper than she’d ever had a man. God, she’d never felt anything so consuming. With his tight grip and controlled breaths, she sensed Tyler’s restraint, his concern for her—and the desire burning inside of him. It spilled on to her, urging her to tilt her hips to take even more of him.
On a long groan, he eased the last of his c**k inside her, settling so deep, she gasped and clawed at Eric’s forearms, eyes wide.
“I’m in.” Tyler’s voice sounded like gravel. He panted.
“You should see her face, man.” Eric grinned.
“Look at me,” Tyler demanded.
Del paused, trying to school her features, but there was no way to hide the confusing, sublime pleasure-pain drugging her system. So she looked over her shoulder at him, letting him see how much he affected her.
“Good girl,” he praised, his green eyes burning.
Brutal lust stamped across his face, and her body liquefied as she met his stare. She’d known Tyler wanted her enough physically. He was hard, after all. But the sheer force of it stunned and excited Del. Desire, dark and compelling, gripped her. Blood ran thick and hot in her veins. It looked like she wasn’t the only one afflicted.
“Jesus.” He withdrew slowly, letting her feel every inch.