Chapter 87
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Robin
Two men in my bed, and I’m too tight to take either of them. Despite coming twice, and now having Falcon’s finger fucking me, I’m well lubricated but apparently, that’s not enough.
Shayne lays down by my side and kisses my shoulder.
His hand moves down my belly slowly, fingers dipping and skimming my hair.
“Falcon has the same problem with me, sometimes,” he admits, his voice husky. “I’m too tight to fuck until he warms me up.”
“How does he warm you up?”
“Licking, fingering,” Shayne says. “But sometimes it works best when he has another hand.”
He curves his hand down and plunges his middle finger into me, making me gasp.
“Harper’s slick helps too, but sometimes it takes working together to get me open.”
Falcon looks up at Shayne, and the heat that passes between them is scorching.
When they kiss, it’s so passionate that I almost feel like a voyeur.
If this doesn’t help me loosen up, I don’t know what will.
They finger me together, and Shayne dips in a second finger within seconds.
He starts to rub his thumb over my clit while they keep thrusting their fingers inside me.
They keep kissing, and I bite down on my lip.
I can’t even imagine how hot it would make me to see them have sex.
Falcon breaks the kiss, and Shayne is breathing hard when he lays his head back down next to my shoulder. Falcon glances at his cock, resting against my hip, and I lower my leg to let him reach it.
“Get on your back, Shayne,” Falcon commands.
Shayne shifts his body slightly without a second of hesitation.
Falcon doesn’t waste any time. He moves that little bit closer and swallows Shayne’s cock all the way to the hilt.
Shayne moans softly, and Falcon closes his eyes as he moves up a little and back down again.
Shayne’s touch on my clit stops for a moment, and Falcon slips in a second finger.
I gasp out a breath when Shayne goes back to stroking my clit.
I’m close to losing it, but I don’t want Falcon to stop pleasuring Shayne.
So, I close my eyes, and I try not to come.
It’s harder than I expect, and it feels like I’m on the brink, waiting to be pushed over.
Every second that passes feels longer than the last.
Another finger slips into me. Then, another.
Oh. God. I can’t hold on another damn second …