my pleasure-addled brain.
“C’mere, baby.”
Cassius leaned against the headboard, a sinful portrait of beauty and sex with his legs open, one bent and his arm draped over it. The other hand stroked his length with slow, magnetic movements. I crawled toward him, licking my lips and knowing what he wanted me to do without asking.
I swallowed him to the soft skin of my fingers, cupping his cock and tugging in time with my bobs. Cassius hissed rough, guttural noises that increased my fervor. My bare ass wiggled in the air, begging for Clay.
If he’s watching, I should give him something to look at.
Bracing myself on Cassius’s thigh, I plunged two fingers past my folds as bold as I pleased. A sharp grunt said my bid for Clay’s attention was successful. It felt nearly as good as the gentle removal of my fingers and the replacement of his.
Cassius tangled in my hair. “Fuck, Ember. You’re incredible.”
This was incredible. My blood sang with the literal translation of my name: Fire.
My skin burned like flames licked at me. Beads of sweat popped all over my body and my nerves thrummed with heat, arousal, need, Clay, and Cassius.
Clay picked up the speed, hitting that spot with relentless determination. My cries spurned Cassius on and his grip on my strands tightened.
I pulled back just in time. Cassius exploded on my neck and chest. I came seconds later, screaming Clay’s name.
Cassius caught me as I collapsed on his thigh. “Who told you not to swallow?”
I laughed—happy and warm. “You mad? Do something about it.”
He dragged me up and kissed the shit out of me. Biting and nipping my lips and tongue until they were just as red and swollen for them as the rest of me.
Reaching behind, I drew Clay in. I broke apart from Cassius and kissed Clay just as fiercely.
Hair tickled my stomach. Cassius was moving down between my legs. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” I’d say it as many times as he wanted. I’d say it as quickly as my name, birthday, and favorite candy. No hesitation. No pausing to question. I loved them.
His expert tongue found its home, tasting my arousal and drawing more. High off of one orgasm, my core was ready for another.
Clay drew away to reach in the nightstand. My nails scraped tiny chips in the headboard. If Cassius was the rough, hard, pounding jackhammer, then Clay was the nail gun. Every pump was knowing and deliberate, sliding inside of me with perfect ease. I loved both for the simple fact that every time I was in their arms, it was all about me. My needs and my pleasure came first though I was far from selfish. For a brief moment in time, their world centered around me and only me.
The boys guided me onto my back.
I sank into the pillows. My hand linked with Cassius and my legs wrapped around Clay. “I’ll take mine now.”
They didn’t have to ask what I meant.
“I love you, Ember,” Clay said. “Possibly since the first day I met you and stole a kiss that wasn’t mine.”
“And I love you,” said Cassius. “Since the first time we had sex and you said three more times.” He accepted my swat with a grin. “And the night I looked into your eyes and saw that you and I were the same. Meant to find each other. Meant to heal the other.”
I bit my lip, heart cracking with so much love I was on the tip of crying.
Cassius’s mouth found my breasts as Clay positioned himself at my entrance. Cassius scraping my nipples with his teeth was my weakness, so of course, he set on the tiny nubs with no mercy. The cries were already building in my throat as Clay pushed in a single smooth thrust. He started pumping and that was the end of me.
I was powerless against one of them. Both together and I came apart like a frayed sweater—screaming and clawing the sheets, begging for more until speech deserted me completely.
I came in a shower of bursting explosions, showering sparks on me that awakened each memory of their touch on my skin.
Riding the wave down, I grinned, reaching for my boys. “Don’t stop. I’ve got at least three more times in me.”
THE NEXT MORNING, NOLAN glared a hole in my head from two tables away. The boy survived his night in the woods and returned to school in time for breakfast, but he didn’t look as happy with his sweet potato and kale