“No.” She panted, shaking her head. “It’s killing me.”
Killing her with pleasure. She felt like a flame inside, a twisting, desperate wildfire with no hope of being extinguished.
He smiled with a hard, tight curl of his lips as he fought to hold back. She didn’t want him holding back. Pushing at his chest she drove him back and leaned forward, suddenly swiping her tongue over his c**k head.
Touching him was imperative. She stared up at him while she took the engorged crest into her mouth and lost herself in him. When the pleasure burned this hot, this bright, she didn’t know whose hands were doing what, just the sensations tearing through her.
She felt fingers stroking inside her pu**y, pressing into her rear. Always gentle, easing inside her, preparing her and stretching her. Each penetration into her ass was another layer of lubrication, making her slick, making her want, ache.
She transferred the ache, that need to Cam. She wrapped her mouth around the crest of his cock, drew it deep inside her mouth and sucked with greedy abandon. Drawing on the stiff flesh, hearing his moans, seeing the wildness intensify in his eyes.
“I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was ragged with desperation as he pulled back, ignoring her protesting cry.
Then Chase was pulling back. Deserting her. Freeing her from the wicked touch of his lips and tongue around her swollen clit.
She couldn’t face the desertion. She needed—now. She needed to feel Cam, needed the wicked, wild desperation that filled each touch he gave her.
Then he was touching her, pulling her to him, as he stretched out on the couch and dragged her over him. A second later, she was filled with him.
Keeping her eyes open was nearly impossible. Holding his gaze, seeing the bleak pain, the need that never seemed to die, tore her apart, as the pleasure he gave her threatened to explode through her.
Buried full-length inside her, he held her still. Hard hands on her hips, holding her to him, as Chase pressed her down to Cam’s chest, forcing her to break eye contact.
“Talk to me.” She moaned, needing a connection to him, a center, as pleasure tore through her and whipped through her mind.
“Tell you how sexy you are? How much you please me?” He groaned, as Chase moved in behind her.
She whimpered at the feel of the wide crest of his c**k tucking against her.
“It’s going to burn,” he whispered. “But you like the burn, don’t you, baby?”
She liked the burn; she loved it. She trembled as she felt it building, felt Chase working his erection slowly inside her, burning her, as Cam filled the clenching depths of her pu**y.
She was burning inside. Burning outside.
“I love hearing those cries.” Cam held her head to his shoulder with one hand, as Chase’s hands gripped her h*ps now. “Feeling your body tighten and grow hotter. It’s like a drug, Jaci. I can’t get enough of it.”
She was almost screaming now. The intensity of the sensation tearing through her was killing her. How was she supposed to survive this?
Heat flared along every nerve ending Chase abraded and those that tightened around Cam’s erection. With every inch that fed into her body, she went wilder.
Cam’s voice at her ear grew rougher.
“So tight . . . sweet . . . ah, Jaci, that’s my baby. Take all of it.”
And then he got naughty. “Chase looks like he’s dying for you,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re so tight, Jaci, so hot, it burns us, too.” He moaned and the flesh inside her pu**y trembled as Chase went deeper. “Fuck, yeah, grip me like that, baby.”
Jaci screamed and the male cries joined her as Chase surged inside her, his hands tightening on her hips, taking her fully as she began to shudder, to jerk with the ecstasy, the agony.
“Damn you. Stay still.” Chase’s hand landed on her ass, but the slight burn wasn’t enough. She needed it all. Cam was whispering in her ear, broken phrases, emotion filling his voice. The higher her pleasure went, the more she felt him, inside her soul. She ground herself on Cam’s cock, then pushed back against Chase and cried out as his hand landed on her ass again and again, and the pleasure tore through her.
And it tore through them. They were thrusting inside her now, hard and deep, ragged curses tearing from Chase’s lips.
“I love you, Jaci.” Cam’s voice was rich with despair, with pleasure, with pain. “God, yes. Fuck me. Take me sweetheart. All of me.”
All of him. She exploded around him, gripping him, dissolving, her teeth biting into the hard muscle of his chest as she felt him jerk, crying out her name before the hard spurts of se**n blasted into her and pushed her further into the dizzying vortex.
Pleasure, pain, ecstasy, and agony; and Cam whispering, always whispering.