16. LYRA #2
“You don’t even need to ask,” he tells me with a hiss as I completely drop down over him, that hard cock stretching me wide as my walls adjust around his size, pulsing around him. “But might I remind you, that fantasy was a party of three.”
I laugh as I grip his strong shoulder, bracing against him as I slowly begin to rock my hips, taking him deeper. “Oh, don’t you worry about that,” I murmur, leaning in against his lips. “Something tells me it’s only a matter of time.”
Maddox smiles, and without hesitation, he pushes up off the couch, lifting me with ease, and strides toward the bathroom.
Before we make it down the hall, my front door crashes open, and we find Hunter standing there, his chest heaving as he stares us down, looking at me like he’s going to die if he doesn’t touch me.
Maddox just laughs and shakes his head as he strides toward the bathroom, his cock still buried deep inside me.
I watch Hunter over Maddox’s shoulder, his dark stare colliding with mine across the room.
“Would you look at that?” I tease, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip, seeing the unfiltered need in his stare.
“The devil sends a demon to ruin me, and I have him crippled with need before he can even touch me.”
Hunter clenches his jaw, still hovering in the doorway as Maddox strides into the bathroom. Holding me with only one hand, he uses the other to push his pants down past his hips before letting them fall away, and within seconds, my back slams against the cold shower tiles.
Maddox turns on the water, and it shoots out freezing cold, but it doesn’t matter. He grips my thigh and hoists it up, allowing him space to move, and damn it, he does. He drives that thick cock into me as the water slowly turns hot, steaming up the bathroom around us.
I cry out as he buries himself in me over and over, and when Hunter finally appears in the bathroom doorway, all I can do is grin, seeing that massive cock already braced in his fist. He slowly works himself from base to tip and with every thrust Maddox takes, the hunger only deepens.
And it becomes more than clear that while I may hate the man, my body sure as hell doesn’t.
I want him, and I want him bad.
Hunter just watches, and as the steam thickens in the bathroom, I realize it’s only a matter of time before this particular fantasy outshines anything my mind could possibly dream up. Hunter groans, resistance flashing in his stare, but his willpower isn’t strong enough, and he snaps like a twig.
“Fuck it,” Hunter grunts, reaching over his head and gripping his shirt before yanking it off.
He tosses his shirt aside as Maddox pulls me off the shower wall and spins us to allow space for Hunter to move in behind me. Then I feel him there, his hands grasping my waist, and everything trembles within me.
Maddox falters as my walls tighten around him, but he doesn’t let up, continuing to drive me wild. Hunter leans in, his lips brushing past my ear. “You might have got me here, Savage, but I’m not fucking you until you beg me for it.”
I scoff, but it sounds more like a moan. “Then you better pull up a chair and start jerking that thing, because I’m not ever going to beg you.”
Hunter laughs, his hand reaching beneath me and brushing over my entrance, right where his best friend is buried nine inches deep.
He pushes his fingers inside, stretching me even wider, before slowly pulling out and dragging back toward my ass.
“You really think you could resist?” His fingers press against my hole right as Maddox thrusts, and I gasp, immediately pushing back against Hunter’s touch.
“Fuck.”
“What’s the matter, princess?” Hunter questions, doing it again. “Did you like that?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
A groan slips from between my lips, and I cry out. “Whether you fuck me or not, I’ll still be coming on Maddox’s cock.”
Hunter pushes his fingers inside, gently pulsing as I feel his rock hard cock against my back. “Beg me.”
“Over my dead body.”
He presses harder, and I see stars, the overwhelming need sweeping through my body like a wildfire I desperately need him to put out.
“Beg.”
His fingers push in and out, and my eyes flutter as they both work me, but every little inch of me knows I won’t fully be satisfied until I’ve had them both at the same time. If I were to watch him walk away without fucking me raw and fulfilling this fantasy, fuck . . . it’d crush me.
My grip on Maddox tightens, my arm hooking around the back of his neck as his lips work over my neck, sending me into a world of pure bliss, but knowing Hunter is right there, ready and willing to take this to the next level has me spiraling with undiluted hunger.
My chest heaves as the pleasure pulses through me, my eyes fluttering as my body trembles. “Shit,” I breathe, reaching down and grasping the side of Hunter’s strong thigh, my nails digging into his skin. “I fucking hate you.”
“I know, Savage.”
“Goddamn it,” I cry, pressing back against him more, needing to feel him all over me, needing his lips, his hands, and that fucking perfect thick cock. “Take me,” I finally say. “Fuck me, Hunter. Please.”
He groans, his fingers slowly pulling free. “About fucking time.”
Hunter releases me for just a moment, taking one step back and leaning out of the shower before reaching to the drawers below my bathroom sink and finding my bottle of cherry-scented lube.
How the hell he knew that was there is beyond me, but it leaves me with questions I don’t want to stop and ask right now.
Instead, he just moves right back into me, uncapping the lube and squeezing it into his hand.
He grasps his cock with it, slowly working up and down before pressing his cherry-scented hand beneath me and teasing every inch of me.
He works my body, preparing me for what’s about to come, and only when I’m right on the edge, does he finally give me what I want.
Maddox stills, lifting me a little higher as Hunter grasps himself again, lining that thick cock up with my ass. He takes my hip in his free hand, and as he sucks in an audible breath, he slowly begins to thrust into me.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, but I don’t get a chance to say another word as Maddox’s lips find mine, swallowing my needy moans.
My body goes limp in their arms as Hunter takes me inch by inch, stretching me wide.
His fingers bite into my hip, and I have to give him credit where credit is due, for a man who likes it rough, he’s being generously patient, taking his time and letting my body adjust to the feel of both of them buried deep inside of me.
Hunter hisses behind me. “Shit, Lyra.”