Behind me, Will shifted slightly. Then his cock pressed against my ass, and I couldn’t help swearing as he carefully pushed in. Jesus, that was one of my favorite things in the world—that first slow slide of his dick inside me after he or Kelly had tortured me. All my senses were already overloaded, and now the stretch of my body yielding to Will’s dick and the head sliding over my prostate took me to a whole other level of bliss. I probably wouldn’t be able to move tomorrow, and I didn’t care.
Steadying me with a hand on my hip, Will fucked me slowly, his whole body pressed against mine as he rocked in and out.
“That is so hot,” Kelly breathed.
I met his gaze. He bit his lip, which drew my gaze to his mouth, and suddenly I wanted to do more than look at his lips, and I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He didn’t need any convincing—we came together in a deep, hungry kiss.
And after watching Will blow Kelly, and feeling Will’s cock in my ass, and tasting Kelly’s mouth…subspace be damned, I was getting hard. I clumsily found Kelly’s hand and guided it down. He quickly got the message. We both groaned as he started stroking me. Behind me, Will hissed softly as he dug his fingers into my hip.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered in my ear. “That’s it. Jerk him off while I…” He trailed off into a ragged sigh, and I shuddered between their hot bodies.
This was pure heaven—lying between two of the hottest men I’d ever known, being kissed and stroked and fucked, all on the heels of taking pain that was closer to what I’d been craving than I’d had in a long time. I wasn’t flying from subspace anymore, but I was high and blissed out and couldn’t get enough. My body still ached and throbbed in places from all the pain from earlier, and now every touch from either man was sexy and perfect, and in no time, I was right back to where Will had had me in the kitchen—turned on and ready to lose it.
I broke the kiss with a gasp and blurted out, “I want to come. Baby, please…”
“Yes,” Will rasped, and he thrust harder. “You’re gonna make me come too.”
Between his growled words and the subtle twist Kelly added to his strokes, I lost it, shuddering hard as I came all over Kelly and myself. Will swore in my ear, took a few more deep, erratic strokes, and then he shuddered too, gripping my hip painfully tight as he buried himself as deep inside me as he could.
We both relaxed. Kelly kissed my forehead as I tried to catch my breath, and Will brushed his lips across the side of my neck.
Lying between them, trembling and sweaty, I closed my eyes.
And I felt fucking amazing.
Twenty-Three
Kelly
“This is going to take years.”
“Nah.” Will squeezed my shoulder. “One box at a time. It’ll go faster than you think.”
I eyed him dubiously, then turned to the dusty furniture and stacks of boxes stuffed into my dad’s huge attic. “I appreciate the optimism, but we’re going to be old men by the time we finish.”
He chuckled. “Nah. We’ve both still got a few years yet before we’re Aaron’s age.”
“Oh my God!” I laughed. “I am so telling him you said that.”
Will shot me a look, his relaxed and playful expression vanishing in favor of the Dom look, and my knees actually wobbled.
“Um.” I cleared my throat. “I mean. Nothing leaves this attic.”
With a wicked grin, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in. “That’s what I thought.” Then he kissed me, and I slid my hands up his chest as I leaned into him.
“Fuck,” I breathed when he let me go. “Can we just do more of that instead of combing through my dad’s stuff?”
He chuckled, brushing another kiss across my lips. “Work first. Play later.”
“Ugh.” I pouted. “How about if I just call Goodwill and have them haul it away? Then can we play?”
Will just laughed because he was a jerk and he was no fun at all. “Come on, sweetheart. It’ll be done before you know it.”
I sighed melodramatically, and we got to work.
And okay maybe it wouldn’t take years, but dear God, my dad had a lot of crap. As much stuff as he had crammed into every room of this ginormous house, I was legitimately