hands on my hips. “Good, girl, now lean down and feed me those tits.”
I lean over and cup a breast, holding it up for him and gasp when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. A hand on my back has me leaning down farther. The snap of a bottle opening and the cool splash of lube against my ass has me tensing up, even as Priest runs a hand up and down my spine.
“Relax,” Priest whispers as I feel the head of Saint’s cock at my tiny opening.
“Oh, god!” I moan, panting as my nerves kick in.
“Push out as I push in. It will only sting for a minute,” Saint tells me.
“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one being impaled.” I wince as he pushes the head inside me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I grit out. I must be out of my freaking mind.
I expect him to give me a second to adjust, but as soon as I push out as he says, he glides deep inside me. I’m not gonna lie, it’s uncomfortable as hell. When he pulls back, I’m almost tempted to tell him to stop, the alien sensation still too painful to understand why people rave about it. When he slides back inside me, Priest reaches down to stroke my clit; the bite of pain and fullness somehow intensifies everything I’m feeling, adding a new dynamic to the pleasure that’s beginning to build.
“You good?” Saint asks as I puff out a frustrated breath.
“Yes, no, maybe. I don’t know. I’m so damn full, but I need something more,” I babble, making Priest look up at my face and smile.
This is not one of his sweet smiles he reserves just for me. This is the smile that makes him one of the formidable Kings of Carnage. It’s dark, dangerous, and oh so tempting to the good girl in me. These men are the kind of men that fathers warn their daughters about. They’ll bring nothing but trouble and heartache, but like an addict, my need for them is all-consuming. Even knowing the fall might break me, I’ll gladly trade in my halo and panties for the elusive high only they can give me.
“I know what you need, Trouble,” he coos before looking over his shoulder at Saint.
“Fuck her,” Priest demands of him.
Saint doesn’t argue as he starts sliding in and out of me, harder and faster. When he pulls back, Priest thrusts up, when Priest slides back Saint pushes deep, both of them working in tandem.
I might have felt disgruntled that this is not their first rodeo on the tag team circuit if I wasn’t a big believer in practice makes perfect.
Because holy fucking shit, I get it now. And they must have practiced a lot.
I cry out, a wild sound filled with reckless abandon as I let go. Being sandwiched between them means there is nothing I can do except hang on and enjoy the ride.
“She can handle more than that, stop treating her like she’s made of glass and fuck her,” Bates orders from somewhere behind me.
I want to tell him to shut the fuck up, that I can’t handle anything else. But then they speed up again, and I’m lost in a sea of sensation so wicked and illicit, I feel like I should go to church and pray. Or at least repent because nothing this decadent could be considered anything but sinful.
When teeth lock onto my nipple, it’s game over. Everything narrows down to the dueling sensations of pleasure and pain as I detonate around them, dragging them both over the edge with me as they roar out their releases.
Saint rolls off me after a minute or two, placing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.
Once he’s off the bed, another set of hands tugs me up. I wince when Priest’s dick slips out of me but grip on to Bates as he carries me to the bathroom to clean up.
He climbs into the shower with me in his arms, not bothering to wait for the water to heat up and just stands there, letting the water beat down over us as my erratically beating heartbeat returns to normal.
“Bates?”
“Hmm?” he grunts.
“I’m hungry,” I admit just as my stomach lets out a loud gurgle.
He laughs, before lowering me to the ground and washing me with surprisingly gentle hands as Saint and Priest join us.
“Have I told you how much I love this shower?” I ask, because I do. It’s massive, which is