55. Dylan #2
“Oh my God,” I gasp, lying completely boneless on the bed. “That was so good.”
“Don’t tell me you’re done already, Menace?” Jax teases with a sharp nip of his teeth around my nipple. “We’re only getting started.”
I crack my eyes open to find both of them shucking out of their clothes.
The tiredness that had washed over me quickly dissipates, and my mouth runs dry as I watch them strip down to their boxers.
I’ve seen them in just their underwear countless times, every day after practice, but I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of seeing them like this.
Standing tall, so much glorious skin and muscle on display, cocky smirks on their faces.
I’m instantly a goner. I could be half dead, and the sight would still turn me on.
Completely naked now, Jax crawls back over me, ducking down to kiss my swollen lips before flipping us so I’m straddling him. His cock bobs, hard and erect and waiting, and I’m so damn wet that when I lower myself onto him, he slides straight in with a pleasant groan.
“Fuck, Dyl,” he murmurs with a reverence, hands kneading my thighs. “I forgot how fucking good you feel.”
Griffin snorts from where he’s watching us at the side of the bed, his hand fisting his dick and eyes blazing with heat as he watches me ride his teammate.
“I could have dementia and I still wouldn’t forget how fucking perfect she feels,” he states before climbing onto the bed behind me. His knees bracket mine as his hands skate pleasurably over my skin, his lips trailing a hot path along my shoulder.
Jax’s hands are firm on my hips, rocking me back and forth over his cock, my fingernails digging into the hard planes of his chest with each pleasurable jolt he elicits.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, Little Steelhawk?” Griffin asks huskily, voice a dark promise as his fingers slide between my ass cheeks to prod at the tight ring of muscle there.
I shake my head, nerves and want warring within me.
Moving back around to my clit, he rubs until I’m a whimpering, trembling mess, bucking against Jax, and his fingers are soaked with our desire, before moving back and pushing the tip of one inside.
I gasp at the painful stretch, muscles clenching.
Griffin murmurs soothing words in my ear, not pushing any farther and instead pumping the tip of his finger, while Jax rubs his hands up and down my thighs, shifting the angle slightly so his cock hits the bundle of nerves inside me, sending shock waves of pleasure outward.
Between them, they take their time, slowly stretching me, ensuring every bite of pain is followed by ricochets of pleasure until Griffin has two fingers in my ass, and my back is arching, needing more.
Moans spill from my lips, and the sensation of feeling full is both strange and intoxicating. God, why have I never done this before?
Jax chuckles. “I think our girl is ready.”
“You want my dick in your ass, Hurricane?” Griffin rumbles darkly in my ear.
“Yes.” My response is heady, breathless. I can barely string words together.
There’s some shuffling. Jax uses his grip on my hips to lift me off him, and I whine at the loss of him inside me.
“Shh, baby,” he soothes. “We need to get Griffin all lubed up, so he doesn’t hurt you.”
I don’t fully register his words before Griffin slides into my soaked pussy.
Oooh . I’m the lubrication. Jax holds me in place, Griffin’s hand on my shoulder bruising as he pumps hard into me.
Sliding a hand between my thighs, Jax rubs at my clit, the two of them sending me blisteringly close to the end .
“I’m so close,” I groan, legs trembling and breathing jagged. It feels as though my heart is about to crash right through my chest.
“I think she’s ready,” Jax tells Griffin, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.
He must agree, as he withdraws in the next instance. Before I have the chance to miss the loss of him, Jax is already sliding his cock back into my slick pussy.
“Come here, baby girl,” he purrs, directing my face to his. Our kiss is sloppy and languid, desire and so much more burning between us.
I feel Griffin behind me, spreading my ass cheeks with his hands before his blunt head nudges at my hole. I tense on instinct, and he runs a soothing hand down my spine, squeezing my hip in a silent gesture. Trust me.
I do. I trust him—all of them.
No small feat, but one they have all earned.
Forcing myself to relax, I focus on the feel of Jax’s tongue tangling with mine, his warm skin beneath my palms, his short shallow pumps inside me.
The burn when Griffin pushes forward makes me gasp, but Jax only tightens his hold on the back of my head, his other hand snaking between us to rub at my clit. Pleasure mingles with pain in an intoxicating blend, and I whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck, D,” Griffin groans. “You’re so unbelievably tight. I’ve never felt anything like it, you feel so fucking good, Hurricane. Do you feel good?”
I mumble my agreement into Jax’s mouth before pulling back and gasping, “Yes. So full. So…I don’t even know, but it’s so good.”
Jax’s chest vibrates beneath my palm. “Want more, baby?”
I nod, and the two of them share a look before Griffin pulls back. He slams back into me, and I jerk forward, crying as pleasure different and deeper than anything I’ve experienced before shudders through me. “Oh God.”
Jax and Griffin find a rhythm between them, one that keeps me constantly stimulated, vibrating on the edge of release, and feeling like my entire skin is about to rip apart. It just keeps building and building, I don’t know how I’m going to contain it.
“I…” I pant, having no clue how to finish that sentence. I’m what? Going to come? Going to die? Going to explode?
Yes to all of the above.
“Come for us, Little Menace,” Jax grunts, his own thrusts jerky as he nears his release. Griffin’s grip behind me is bruising, his breath hot in my ear, and even without words, I can tell he’s close too.
I can’t hold it back any longer. I don’t want to.
Pleasure barrels through me with such ferocity that it’s all I can see, think, and feel.
Light flashes behind my eyes. My body transcends into a plane I didn’t know existed.
I don’t know if I scream or cry. I’m fairly certain I black out, because the next thing I know, I’ve collapsed on top of Jax, heart thundering like crazy, breathing like I just ran a marathon, and completely boneless. Do I even still have limbs?
“Fuck,” Griffin hisses, collapsing onto the bed beside us. My eyes are heavy, and I’m barely able to keep them open as I take in his sweat-slicked skin shining in the afternoon light. He meets my gaze, and I find the energy to smile at him. I probably look delirious. “Fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
“So perfect,” Jax concurs, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my bones. He presses a kiss to the top of my chest before rolling us. I fall straight into Griffin’s arms, my eyelids falling shut.
I’m faintly aware of the bed moving as Jax gets up, but I’m too exhausted to ask where he’s going. He’s back a moment later, anyway, and there’s some shuffling before I’m rolled onto my back. I hum at the feel of a warm washcloth between my thighs.
“Gotta clean you up,” Jax murmurs, finishing up before tossing it aside and climbing back into the bed with us.
He pulls me into his arms, and with the feel of his steady heartbeat beneath my palm and Griffin’s warmth at my back, I pass the fuck out.