Page 76 of The Naughty or Nice Deal

I realize that he likes this. Likes knowing that his best friend is watching. Likes the exhibition of it all.

And god help me, so do I.

The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through me, making my movements more confident and deliberate. I feel wild and reckless, spurred on by their reactions.

Feeling bold, I arch my back and let out a soft moan as Hayden hits a particularly perfect spot deep inside me. Ford’s pupils dilate at the sound, and I see his hands clench into fists at his sides.

“Look at you,” Ford’s voice strokes over me like velvet, his tone low and commanding. “Taking his cock so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be worshipped like the goddess you are.”

The possessive note in his voice makes my pulse race. I whimper Hayden’s name, and then, without thinking, Ford’s name too.

Something electric passes between all three of us, charging the air with possibilities.

Ford strides closer, the space around us crackling with tension. He reaches out to touch me, his fingers skimming along my collarbone before moving down to cup one of my breasts through the lace. The dual sensation of Hayden buried inside me and Ford’s hands on my skin is overwhelming in the best possible way.

“She’s close,” Hayden observes, reaching between us to rub my clit with his thumb in slow, deliberate circles. “Look at how she’s trembling for us.”

“She’s beautiful like this,” Ford agrees, his hands joining Hayden’s on my body, making quick work of my bra clasp. His thumbs brush over my nipples until I arch into his touch with a gasp. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Their voices mix together in low tones as they keep talking, describing how wet I am, how I’m responding to everything they do, what makes me moan the loudest. Their words make me feel drunk on the attention, especially with the way they’re touching me too.

The dual stimulation is devastating. Hayden works my clit with expert precision while Ford teases my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I’m writhing between them like I’m on fire. The combination sends me spiraling toward the edge faster than I ever have before.

“Come for us,” Hayden commands, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he fucks up into me with increasing speed. “Let us see how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”

“That’s it, Spitfire,” Ford murmurs. “Let go. We’ve got you.”

The permission, the encouragement, the feelings crashing through my body… it’s all too much. I come hard, crying out as my body convulses around Hayden’s cock. Pleasure rushes through me in waves that seem to go on forever, until I’m shaking and gasping for air.

Hayden bucks beneath me, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into my hips as he finds it, groaning my name as he fills the condom with jet after jet of cum.

I try to catch my breath, but my body is still wound tight despite the powerful orgasm. Every nerve ending feels alive, oversensitive, and somehow still hungry for more. I keep clenching around Hayden unconsciously, and he groans at the sensation.

“Seems like you’re not done being filled up,” Hayden observes roughly, and a knowing look passes between the two men. “Do you want more?”

My eyes widen as I realize what he’s asking.

Does he mean Ford too? Both of them?

The thought makes my pussy clench around Hayden again, and I feel a fresh wave of arousal surge inside me despite having just climaxed. The idea of taking Ford too, of being claimed by both of them, makes me dizzy with arousal.

I swallow hard, then nod shakily. “Yes.”

Ford steps even closer, the heat of his body radiating into mine. He tilts my chin up with two fingers, making me meet his icy blue gaze.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” he says in a low voice that makes my toes curl. “I want to hear you say it. Word for word.”

“Ford.” My voice comes out thick and breathless. “Please fuck me.”

Something dark and hungry flashes in his eyes as his nostrils flare. “Fucking hell, I thought you’d never ask.”

Hayden chuckles roughly at that, then pulls out with a soft groan and helps me lie back against the plush velvet cushions. Ford steps forward, his hands already working at his belt and shirt with practiced efficiency.

He shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, shedding it in one fluid motion and revealing the muscled chest I’ve admired from afar so many times. But instead of finishing undressing, he drops to his knees between my spread thighs.

I gasp when his mouth finds me without warning, his tongue immediately seeking out my oversensitive clit. The sensation is almost too much. I’m still swollen from Hayden, slick with my own arousal. But Ford seems to savor the taste of me like I’m the best meal he’s ever eaten, licking and sucking at my clit with obvious enjoyment.

“Ford,” I breathe, squirming a little on the chaise.