Page 118 of Rising Heat
Mack’s grip on my thighs tightens as he tries to press the last few inches of his full length in, and I roll my hips forward trying to meet him, needing more of him despite feeling him everywhere.
Somewhere behind me, Tyler shifts with us, one hand pinning my leg a little higher.
“I’ve got you, Trouble. Now take every last inch of his cock.”
Mack pushes deeper until he’s finally settled to the hilt.
“Good girl.”
His lips find me again as I clench around him.
“Don’t move,” Tyler presses a kiss under my ear, relaxing me into it as he presses the tip of his cock to my tight rim. “We’re not done yet.”
I let out a guttural moan.
“I can’t—Tyler, I can’t take it—”
“You want me to stop, babygirl?”
“No,” I beg, my voice already hoarse. “No… no…”
“That’s what I thought.”
He kisses my shoulder again as he keeps talking me through it. My whole body trembles between them, overwhelmed by the aching bliss of their cocks fighting for space inside me.
“Christ, you’re beautiful. It’s like you were made for us,” Mack mutters almost to himself with hooded eyes.
“And you’re all ours, Darcy.”
“Yours—”
The word barely leaves my lips before Mack’s hips begin to roll, deep and relentless, bottoming out on every stroke.
“Let’s see if I can make that sweet pussy cry before Tyler comes in that tight little ass.”
Tyler lets out a low sound that lands somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
“Always showing off.”
He picks up his own pace, falling naturally into Mack’s rhythm until every thrust from one is answered by the other.
Every single nerve ending in my body lights up at once.
“I’m gonna—”
“Come?” Mack growls. “You come when I tell you to come.”
“Wha—”
“Don’t listen to him, Trouble,” Tyler says from behind me, his laugh threaded through the words. “I’ll get you there.”
Mack lets out a short, breathless scoff.
“In your dreams.”
Despite everything, a startled laugh catches in my throat before dissolving into another moan. Tyler thrusts harder, his hand anchored on my shoulder as he increases the pace while Mack hammers into me from the front.
It’s all too much…not enough.
