Page 113 of Rising Heat
Tyler releases my nipple with a soft pop, licking across my chest and finding the other with the same patient torment.
Lips. Teeth. Tongue. Hands.
I can’t keep track of who’s touching me anymore, only that they’re somehow moving together, and every sensation overlaps with the next until it’s impossible to separate one from the other.
It’s overwhelming and perfect all at once.
“Fuck… please…I…”
“Want us to stop?” Tyler breathes against my chest.
“NO!”
“I knew it.” Mack huffs out a smug laugh. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.”
His lips brush mine.
“Tell us what you want.”
“I—”
Tyler lifts his head just enough to look up at me, his smirk warm with encouragement while Mack’s hand continues to work between my legs, the pressure winding tighter with every pump of his thick fingers.
“Words, babygirl.”
“Say it.”
“Want us to ruin you?” Tyler presses a wet kiss between my breasts. “Fill up every tight little hole until you’re begging us to make you come?”
God, yes.
My gaze drifts from him then to Mack, head spinning from the possibility of all my twisted fantasies coming true right here.
My chest heaves.
“Please.”
Mack’s mouth finds the spot just beneath my ear, and my knees fall farther apart without either of them having to ask.
“Say it, Darcy.”
His lips brush my skin between every word.
“What. Do. You. Want?”
What do I want?
No one’s ever asked me that before, at least not really caring about the answer.
I want them. Both of them. Every ounce of pleasure that’s been building between us for weeks.
“I want to feel both of you…” My voice catches before I manage, “…together. Inside me.”
“Thank Christ.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
The next moment, we’re moving again.
