Page 117 of Rising Heat

“That pussy is mine.”

Tyler licks his lips and smirks as he rises, stepping aside to let Mack take over.

“Jealous?”

Mack doesn’t even look away from me as he drops between my legs, tugging my hips toward him so that my ass is suspended in the air before spitting on my clit.

“I wanna drown in this pussy,” he murmurs. “I could eat you every fucking day.”

My mouth falls open.

He wants what Tyler got first. Why is this so hot?

Mack tosses my legs over his shoulders and takes over where Tyler left off, his mouth working my cunt relentlessly. He licks my glistening center over and over, adding two thick fingers while Tyler steps back in behind me, one hand sliding over my chest as the other strokes lazily at his own length, his touch never really leaving me even after giving up his spot.

The room feels like it’s caught fire, heat and laughter and want crackling between the three of us until I can’t tell where one of them ends and the other begins.

Mack continues his sweet torment, alternating between his fingers and his tongue, and he fucks me into a white-hot haze. My muscles begin to tighten, every nerve in my body pulling toward the same impossible point but still begging for more.

“I need you to fuck me…”

“Not until you come in my mouth first, baby.”

Mack’s words vibrate against me.

“Please…” My own voice barely sounds like mine anymore. “Please fuck me. I need you inside of me. Both of you.”

Everything stops, leaving me suspended—chest still heaving, my body aching from the loss of them, head clouded with lust and sex that I forget where I am for a minute.

I hear the rip of what sounds like condom wrappers before their hands find me again.

Mack scoops me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths find each other like two magnets being pulled, our tongues gliding over each messily as my clit rubs up and down his cock.

Tyler’s at my back peppering my neck and shoulder with kisses as his hands settle at my waist. I feel the latex-coated tip of his cock brush against my butt cheek, sending a jolt of anticipation through me.

I cannot believe this is happening.

“Can I fuck you here, babygirl?” he pleads against my ear. “I wanna fill that ass up while you let Mack destroy your pussy.”

His sculpted chest presses against my back.

“Put us out of our misery. Let us ruin you for everyone else like I know you want to.”

I break my kiss with Mack and look back at Tyler over my shoulder.

“Uh-huh.”

I nod all too eagerly.

That’s all the permission he needs. Tyler catches my mouth in a slow kiss over my shoulder, and before I can fully melt into it, Mack grabs my throat with one hand and guides my lips back to his, hard and claiming.

Greedy boy.

Tyler’s laugh is soft against my shoulder. He hooks his arms beneath mine just then, propping me up and holding me steady as Mack pushes the head of his cock to my entrance, using his grip on my thighs as leverage to thrust inside me in one slow, devastating stroke, making me suck in a breath.

“Fuck…” I gasp. “You’re too big…”

“Just breathe, baby.” Mack’s hand finds my chin and tilts my face back up to his. “You can take it. You’re doing so well.”