Page 122 of Donovan's Men

Tyson’s answering grin was positively wicked. “Oh, I like to feel it the next day. To know you went there.”

Frankly, I’d never thought of it that way before. Intrigue overtook trepidation.

Donovan cupped my cheek. “Another day.”

I nodded.

He moved in for a kiss. For a lingering, overwhelming, toe-curling kiss.

Tyson lightly stroked my back, my flank, my ass. He kept up an assault on my senses as Donovan’s tongue explored the recesses of my mouth.

My cock perked, and I rubbed sinuously against Tyson.

His cock responded in kind—hardening against mine. Then he slipped his finger down my crack and tapped my entrance.

I pulled back from the kiss. I met Donovan’s gaze for a long moment before turning my attention to Tyson. “How do you want me?” Bold, for sure, but he needed to know I had zero reservations.

“On your back—if you don’t mind. I want to see you.”

And the other position reminded me of much of the porn that I’d watched—with the objectification and impersonalization of the partners.

“Oh, one day he’ll fuck you from behind while you’re giving me a blow job.” Tyson grinned. “And you’ll thank us for it.”

My cock stiffened at the image that made. “Maybe later today?”

Donovan chuckled. “Oh, I’m getting a blow job at some point today. But for now, roll on your back. I want to see Tyson prep you again.”

I did as he’d bade—taking the same position I had last night. This time I was prepared for when he hit my prostate.

Or so I told myself.

When he hit the spot, though, my cock leaked a drop of precum.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Donovan swiped his thumb across my slit, then brought it to his mouth and sucked.

My mouth went dry. I remembered the taste of Tyson’s cum.How long will I have to wait before I taste Donovan?

Tyson caught my attention when he rocked back on his heels. He rolled on the condom and slathered himself with lube.

“One day we’re all going to get tested. Then we can do away with rubbers.” Donovan met my gaze and winked. “Better for the environment.”

I nearly choked on my tongue. Not so much about dispensing with condoms. My men were likely negative. No, the image of fewer condoms in the landfill amused me.

As Donovan intended, some of the tension fled my body.

Tyson crawled over me, and I opened my thighs to welcome his weight. He lowered his mouth to mine, and as I opened that part of me as well, he kissed me deeply.

My blood heated as I gripped his shoulders. I trailed my hands down his back, lower still, and then I placed them on the globes of his ass, urging him closer. I wanted him to crawl inside me and stay forever.

And that thought didn’t even scare me.

He urged me to raise my legs up and out.

I grasped my knees.

He guided himself into my entrance.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax.