27. Avery #2
Miles is done with the slow teasing. His thrusts are sharp and brutal now.
“Fuck,” I hiss, tightening my hold on Will’s shirt.
My walls are already tightening around him as he slams into my g-spot over and over again. Will covers my hand with his own, and I meet his gaze.
I half-expect him to push me away or leave in an angry huff, but all I see staring back at me are endless pools of lust.
Will mutters one word. “Come.”
I’m floating, or maybe falling. I don’t even know anymore, but I don’t care. The pleasure is so all-consuming I lose the capability to care about anything else.
Miles’ hand, which has been locked on my hip, slides around my waist. His embrace softens as he cradles me against him, both of us riding out the high of our orgasms.
“Fuck, Avery,” Miles whispers against my neck.
My eyes move from Will to Owen. His chest is heaving as he stares down at me. He’s freed his cock from his boxers and is slowly stroking himself.
The sight makes my pussy spasm.
Miles grunts from behind me, his softening cock still deep inside me.
“I think our girl wants more,” Miles says. He tilts my chin to the side so he can kiss me. Kissing him gives me a feeling of freedom I’ve never embraced before.
Never been able to.
“I think our experiment worked,” he says with a smug smile. “He can share.” He thrusts his fist in the air a few times to emphasize the point.
I start laughing, burying my face against Will’s chest. He might be acting like he’s annoyed, but I can feel his chest shaking beneath me.
“You want more?” he asks.
I tip my chin up to look at his handsome face. “Always,” I say easily.
He quirks a brow. “I don’t think you want to say that. Everyone has a limit.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“We’ll have to test that out some time,” he says. I open my mouth to protest, but he stops me. “Not today.”
“Will is a kinky motherfucker,” Miles says.
Will’s scowl is potent. “I am not, but even if I were, how the fuck would you know?”
Owen lets out a deep growl before reaching over Will to grab me. He hauls me up and over his brother until I’m straddling him.
My smile is so wide. I can’t help it.
“They can fight all they want, but I can’t wait anymore,” Owen says.
His need to have me is such a fucking turn-on.
“You want me?” I ask, sliding my wet clit against his length that’s trapped between us.
“Every minute of every day,” he says.
“Good thing I feel the same way.” I continue to slide against the underside of his hard cock. Tiny tingles of pleasure start to build from the small movement.
He grips the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it upward. “You can wear this again later because I love seeing you in my clothes, but I want to see all of you as I fuck you.”
God… fucking… damnit…
I hold my arms up, so he can easily pull it over my head. He moves to grip my hips, but I stop him. “I want to see you, too,” I tell him.
With the way he’s laying back against the pillows, it’s a challenge, but we manage to get his shirt off. The effort has both of us smiling.
I run my hands over his rippling muscles. Damn, he’s fine.
“Angel,” he says, a hint of amusement laced with a whole bunch of impatience.
I realize I’m just staring at his chest and abs. I move my gaze up to look him in the eye. “Sorry… what?”
“I need you.”
The sincerity in his words has me leaning forward to take his mouth in a passionate kiss. The things this man says are just… fuck.
A heartbeat later, he’s lifting my hips and sliding inside of me. I let out a strangled breath. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve been together, the intensity of our connection never ceases to amaze me.
I start to grind against him, moving just right so his cock hits that delicious spot inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure, tilting my head back.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock,” Owen say. His voice is gravelly with his own growing pleasure.
Holy fucking dirty talk. These men are going to kill me with their words alone.
“You want Will, too?” Owen asks.
I’m nodding before I even get my head tilted forward enough to look between the two of them. Will stares at me, searching for hesitation.
When I don’t give him any, he moves off the couch to stand beside Owen and I.
Gripping the waistband of his sweats and boxers, I pull them down below his ass. His cock looks so perfect, I can’t help but run my tongue from the base to the tip.
“Fuck,” he groans, sliding his fingers in my hair. I smirk up at him before taking the tip in my mouth and sucking hard.
He grumbles something I can’t make out as his eyes shut for a second before focusing back on me. I take that as my cue to slide him all the way to the back of my throat.
I must have stopped grinding against Owen because he takes things into his own hands. Holding my hips right where he wants me, he starts to fuck into me from below.
I let out a desperate groan against Will’s cock, making him shiver in response.
“Baby, I’m not going to last long,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair.
“Me either,” Owen gets out between jagged breaths as he continues to thrust into me.
Will reaches down, grazing his finger against my clit. His touch is gentle, but it’s just enough. With a few more of Owen’s thrusts, I shatter. Both men quickly follow behind me.
There’s so much happening it’s hard for my brain to process everything. The salty taste of Will’s release in my mouth. The feeling of Owen tensing below me. The seemingly endless waves of bliss that travel through every inch of me.
Pulling off Will, I collapse on Owen’s chest. My body is completely sated, and exhaustion instantly takes over. My eyelids already feel heavy.
“I think we’re losing her,” Miles’ voice teases from somewhere nearby, but I don’t open my eyes to see where.
They clean me up and slide Owen’s hoodie back on before covering me with a blanket. Owen curls in behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
Will settles in front of me, resting his forehead against mine. He presses a few kisses to the corner of my mouth.
I’m about to say something about where my mouth was, but it was his dick. If he doesn’t have a problem with it, then neither do I.
Someone grabs my hand, pulling it over Will’s waist.
Miles. He laces his fingers through mine, and I give them a squeeze.
“Do not fucking spoon me,” Will growls at Miles.
In typical younger brother fashion, Miles just laughs, keeping my hand in his.
I fall asleep within seconds, letting the comfort of all these men settle me into a deep sleep.