Chapter 17 #2
Zane kisses his way up my body, his mouth claiming mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hands squeeze my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as Asher’s tongue works me over. The combination makes my entire body tense, the pleasure unbearable.
I whimper against Zane’s mouth, the tension in my core winding tighter, my thighs trembling as Asher hums against my clit.
“Come for us, Mia,” Zane murmurs, his breath hot against my lips. “Let us feel you.”
Asher groans against me, sucking my clit into his mouth as his fingers slide inside me, curling in just the right spot. The pleasure is blinding, sharp, overwhelming. My body tightens, and then I’m falling, pleasure crashing through me in waves.
Zane swallows my cries with another deep kiss as Asher licks me through it, his tongue softening against my oversensitive clit, drawing out every last tremor.
When I finally come down, panting and trembling, Asher wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while Zane has a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Round one,” he says, his voice thick with amusement. “Think you can handle more?”
“Yes,” I breathe, reaching for them. “But I think you need to take your clothes off first. It feels rather unfair over here.”
Zane pulls his shirt over his head in one swift motion, his muscles flexing in the dim light as he leans back down, his mouth trailing fire down my neck.
His hands are greedy, roaming over my body, squeezing, claiming.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Asher is behind me, pulling me against his bare chest. His body is solid and warm, and his hands are rough as they glide over my skin. He’s wordless in his intent.
Zane tilts my chin up, kissing me deep, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that leaves me dizzy.
Behind me, Asher’s lips brush against my shoulder, his breath warm and measured.
He doesn’t speak, doesn’t need to. The way his hands spread over my ribs, his fingers slipping lower, tells me everything.
Zane’s hands slide down my stomach, over my hips, spreading my thighs wider. His fingers trace my slick heat before he pushes two inside me, curling just right. My head falls back against Asher’s chest, a gasp escaping my lips.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Zane murmurs, watching my face as he moves his fingers in slow, deliberate strokes.
Asher doesn’t speak, just grips my thighs, holding me open as Zane works me over. His mouth moves down my neck, over my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin. My breath stutters, a helpless whimper slipping from my lips.
“Feel good?” Zane asks, his voice dark with amusement. He presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.
I can’t answer. Can barely think. The sensation of both of them surrounding me, consuming me, is too much.
Zane lifts my leg over his thigh, spreading me open as he licks a slow, teasing line down my breast. His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, tugging just enough to make me arch against Asher’s chest. A choked sound leaves my throat as Asher’s fingers find their way between my legs, sliding through the slick heat of my arousal.
“Fuck,” Zane murmurs, watching as Asher strokes me, his movements lazy, methodical. “You feel that, Ash?”
Asher lets out a rough exhale, but still doesn’t speak. He keeps his fingers slow, barely dipping inside me, dragging it out until I’m squirming against him.
Zane chuckles, a dark, pleased sound. “He’s making you wait, baby. He likes to watch you like this.”
I whimper, turning my head slightly to look back at Asher, but his face is unreadable, focused entirely on the way my body moves under his touch.
Zane pulls my leg higher, spreading me wider as he leans in, his breath warm against my clit. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet,” he mutters before his tongue flicks out, just the barest brush over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I gasp, my thighs trembling as he takes his time, licking me with slow, torturous strokes. Asher tightens his grip on my hips, holding me still as Zane devours me, the pressure building so agonizingly slow I feel like I’m going to snap.
Zane sucks my clit into his mouth, groaning as he flicks his tongue against it, over and over, keeping me right on the edge but never letting me fall.
“Zane,” I plead, barely recognizing my own voice.
He hums against my ear, the sound deep, possessive. His fingers withdraw, only for the blunt head of his cock to press against my entrance. My body clenches at the anticipation, the thick stretch as he pushes in, inch by inch.
Asher’s hands tighten on my thighs, his grip possessive as he shifts behind me. His breath hitches, and I feel the unmistakable press of his cock against my lower back. He’s holding himself back, barely.
Zane smirks, catching the way my body reacts. “You want him, too, don’t you?” His fingers stroke deeper, coaxing out another desperate moan.
I don’t have to answer. My body does it for me.
Zane pulls out and watches as Asher buries himself inside me, his jaw tight, his hands shaking slightly where they grip my thighs.
“She’s so tight,” Asher finally speaks, his voice rough with restraint.
Zane groans, his fingers tightening on my hips as he watches Asher thrust into me, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every inch.
I can’t breathe. Every movement is excruciatingly slow, dragging out the pleasure until I’m panting, desperate for more.
Asher grips my waist, holding me in place as he pulls almost completely out before sinking back in, filling me with agonizing precision.
Zane strokes his fingers through my slick folds, teasing my clit as Asher fucks me at that unrelenting, perfect pace.
“Look at you,” Zane murmurs, watching me fall apart between them. “Taking it so well.”
I reach for Zane, gripping his shoulders as Asher thrusts deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision go white. Zane kisses me, swallowing my moans as he flicks his thumb over my clit, perfectly in sync with Asher’s measured strokes.
A low groan rumbles from Asher’s chest, his hands flexing on my hips. He still doesn’t speak, but the way he grips me, the way his body trembles slightly as I adjust to him, says more than words ever could.
Zane kneels in front of me, watching with dark, hungry eyes as I move. His hands skim my thighs, my stomach, before he leans in, taking my breast into his mouth, sucking hard. Pleasure bolts through me, sharp and overwhelming.
Asher continues to thrust up into me, slow and deep, his grip bruising on my hips. He’s letting me feel every inch, every pulse.
He growls my name against my skin as he thrusts harder, deeper, his release chasing mine as Zane watches, his fingers still stroking me through the aftershocks.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Zane’s pulling me toward him, flipping me around in one swift motion. His eyes are dark, filled with hunger as he nudges my legs apart.
“My turn,” he murmurs, pressing the thick length of his cock against my still-sensitive entrance.
Zane takes his time, pushing inside me in one slow, deliberate stroke, filling me inch by inch until I feel impossibly stretched.
My body is still throbbing from Asher. I’m oversensitive and pliant, but Zane doesn’t rush.
He watches me, his eyes dark and unreadable, like he’s memorizing the way I react to him.
“Still with us, baby?” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down my cheek.
I can’t form words, so I just nod weakly, my body melting into the mattress as he begins to move.
His thrusts are deep and unhurried, like he’s savoring every second inside me.
My body clenches around him, desperate for more, but he keeps his pace slow, teasing, dragging the pleasure out until I’m trembling underneath him.
Behind me, Asher doesn’t leave. He’s propped on one elbow, his gaze fixed on where Zane’s cock disappears inside me.
His fingers trail over my hip, his touch light but possessive.
I shiver at the intensity of his focus, the way his thumb brushes circles against my skin like he’s keeping me grounded.
“Fucking beautiful,” Asher mutters, his voice raw.
Zane groans, gripping my hips tighter. “You feel that, sweetheart? How tight you are around me? Like your body was made for this.”
I whimper, arching up into his thrusts, my nails digging into his back. He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s all-consuming—hot, slow, possessive. He tastes like me, like Asher, like every sinful thing we’ve done tonight.
Asher shifts behind me as Zane turns me onto him, laying me on my side so his cock hits a deeper angle. At the same time, Asher presses a line of kisses down my spine, his mouth lingering at the dip of my lower back. “More,” I whisper, not sure who I’m begging.
Zane chuckles darkly. “More?” He pulls out almost completely, dragging the head of his cock over my clit before sinking back in, the stretch making my breath hitch.
Asher’s fingers slide between my legs, finding my swollen, sensitive clit. He circles it slowly, teasing, building the tension all over again. My body is caught between the two of them—Zane thrusting into me with measured precision, Asher’s fingers relentless in their torment.
I’m close again, already teetering on the edge. My body tightens, pleasure winding sharp and unbearable.
“Come for us,” Zane murmurs against my lips. “Let go, baby.”
Asher presses harder, a perfectly timed stroke against my clit, and I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me, my body clenching so hard around Zane that he groans, his control slipping. He thrusts faster now, chasing his release, his grip bruising on my hips.
Asher kisses my shoulder, whispering things I can’t even process, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
Zane thrusts one last time, burying himself deep, a guttural moan breaking from his throat as he comes. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, his breath hot against my neck.
For a long moment, none of us move. My body hums, overstimulated and spent, caught in the warm press of them both.
Zane shifts first, brushing damp hair from my forehead, his touch unexpectedly tender. Asher watches, still quiet, but his gaze is softer now, like something inside him has finally settled.
I close my eyes, exhaling shakily. I should feel overwhelmed. Confused.
But all I feel is… right.
I sit up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist, my body still thrumming from what just happened.
Zane leans back on his elbows, watching me with something unreadable in his eyes—intensity, maybe possession.
But Asher… Asher has gone stiff, staring at the ceiling like he’s already a million miles away.
A sinking feeling settles in my stomach.
Zane runs a hand through his hair, his breathing still uneven, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low. “That was—fuck.” He shakes his head, lips parting like he wants to say more, but doesn’t.
I turn to Asher. He still won’t look at me. The tension radiates off him in waves, his jaw locked so tight, it looks like it could break.
My chest tightens. I swallow hard, wrapping the sheet around me like armor. “If this was a mistake,” I say, voice barely above a whisper, “just say it.”
Zane’s gaze turns to me like he’s about to argue, but Asher’s the one who speaks first.
He exhales roughly, his fingers pressing into his temples. “It wasn’t—” He stops, inhales sharply. “It shouldn’t have happened.”
The words cut straight through me.
Zane’s expression darkens. “The fuck does that mean?” His voice is low, edged with something dangerous.
Asher finally meets my eyes, and regret is written all over his face. “I’m leaving,” he says, his voice quieter now. “This… complicates things.”
“Complicates things,” I repeat, my throat tight.
Zane sits up fully now, anger flashing across his face. “You think backing off is going to make it easier? For who?”
Asher doesn’t answer. He just looks away.
I feel like I’ve been gutted. This is exactly what I was afraid of, exactly why I told myself this was a bad idea. But I wanted to believe in this, in them. I pushed too hard, too fast.
I laugh bitterly, shaking my head. “You were all in when my legs were wrapped around you, Asher.”
His jaw tightens. “Don’t.”
“No, you don’t.” My voice wavers. “You don’t get to do this, to pull me in and then act like—” My breath catches. “Like it meant nothing.”
His eyes flash, and for a second, something unreadable crosses his face. But then he just shakes his head, stands, and grabs his clothes.
“I should go check the perimeter,” he mutters.
I let out a hollow laugh. “Right. Run away.”
He doesn’t argue. Just pulls on his shirt and walks out the door, leaving only silence in his wake.