Page 61 of Screwed

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes as he slipped my panties down. He kissed my thigh, his breath on my wet pussy making me squirm in Ethan’s arms. It was clear that any reservations he’d had about sharing me had officially been obliterated.

“You know,” he said, pressing a kiss an inch closer to where I needed him most. “I kind of like having an extra pair of hands around.”

As if to cosign that statement, Ethan’s hands swept around my sides and up to cup my breasts. I moaned, my hips instinctively rolling, chasing the sensation I knew Nate’s mouth could give me. “Another person to gang up on me with, you mean.”

Nate and Ethan both chuckled. Ethan spread my legs apart with his knee, and Nate’s eyes heated up as he licked his lips. “Something like that. Look at me, Ava."

The moment his mouth finally made contact with my center, my body seized up. Ethan held onto me, his hands still kneading my breasts and tweaking a nipple, his arms and muscular chest acting as a brace against the waves of pleasure Nate was drawing from my body.

It was almost too much. Ethan’s teeth grazed my neck, nipping at the most sensitive parts as his hands and fingers continued to stimulate my chest. Every time I closed my eyes, he’d pinch my nipples and force me to look down at Nate.

“You heard the boss, sweetheart,” he said quietly, nuzzling his nose in my hair. “Eyes on him.”

All the emotional tension I’d been carrying for the last day seemed to transmute into the physical. My muscles were tight with the impending orgasm that Nate and Ethan were working together to earn, the pressure building in my core as I watched Nate’s eyes glaze over.

I tried to fight the sounds that were spilling out of me and placed a hand over my mouth until Nate broke contact with my body, and I whined. “Ethan, make sure she can’t hide those sounds.”

Ethan took my hand from my mouth and turned my head to give me a sweet, lingering kiss before nudging me to look back down and focus on what Nate was doing to me. He lifted a hand and stuck two fingers in my mouth, gathering enough wetness to coat them before sliding them inside me. Ethan wrapped his arms around me, keeping my body in place as Nate curled his fingers and my vision blanked. I came with a cry, shaking against the solid mass of muscle holding me aloft as my legs almost gave in.

Nate gave a satisfied groan, licking me clean. “You’re dripping, baby.”

I was panting, my mind unable to formulate a coherent sentence as he stood to his full height and kissed me again, my taste passing between our lips. Then he slipped back, and Ethan swept in, lifting me up and placing me right on the table, beside the stacks of paper and open laptop. He kissed me and I started tearing at his clothes. We somehow managed to get him out of them without breaking our kiss.

He was inside me in seconds, that initial thrust enough to rock my world on its heels. Ethan groaned low near my ear, his body rigid. I dragged my nails down his back and shoulders, savoring the strength of his muscles and the surprising softness of his skin, his scent, and the way we fit together.

He moved, and I kissed his neck, turning my face to see where Nate had gone. He’d stripped his own clothes off, watching us with a strange expression on his face. It was one thing for him to have been the one leading things up to this point. But for him to step back and actually see me being intimate with another man was something new altogether.

I watched his face carefully, about to stop Ethan when Nate’s hand drifted down to his rock-hard cock. He stroked himself, a shocked look on his face as though he couldn’t believe what he was doing. His eyes were locked on mine, drinking in the expression of euphoria twisting my features. I offered him a half-smile, and his mouth twitched.

“Wait,” I said to Ethan, kissing him once. He stopped moving, stepping back as I slid off the table. I took his hand and reached out for Nate. “Like this,” I said, bending over in front of Ethan. “Take me like this.”

His chest was heaving, but he nodded, grabbing my hips and adjusting himself until he slipped inside me again. He leaned down and kissed my back before starting to move, more desperate this time as Nate came closer.

I ran my tongue over his abs, reaching around to grab his ass and pull him closer. He didn’t argue or push back. He wasn’t being Hardass Kavanaugh right now. He was just Nate, and Nate wanted to come.

I took him in my mouth and began sucking him off. His head rolled back, and he moaned, running a hand through my hair. “Fuck, Ava.”

Every thrust from Ethan pushed Nate’s cock deeper down my throat. I ran my tongue along the sides and bottom of his shaft, overwhelmed by the desire to please both of them until they were completely spent.

It didn’t take long.

Nate came first with a growl that I felt in my bones. I continued to stroke him through the aftershocks, his body flinching with sensitivity, and when he saw the wicked look on my face, he reached between my legs and began circling my clit.

“Fuck her harder,” he instructed, and Ethan complied, his hips driving into me, and within seconds I fell apart too, shortly followed by Ethan who moaned my name as his body all but collapsed onto mine. Nate tilted my chin, kissing me deeply as we came down together, with Ethan still inside me.

And when I looked at him now, the conflict was utterly, irrevocably gone.

35

Ethan

The low morning light filtered through the few uncovered slivers of glass, catching the dust motes. We were lying in Ava’s bed, with her sandwiched between me and Nate, our arms flung across each other to keep warm.

She shifted, and her pretty green eyes fluttered open, still groggy with sleep. I smiled softly, watching her long eyelashes brush her cheeks as she blinked. She stretched as much as she could in the limited bed space, yawning until a sudden thought made her bolt upright. Nate grunted at the sudden movement, sitting up himself and wiping his face.

“Ava? What’s wrong?”

She looked around the room, then scrambled out of the covers and climbed off the bed, running to the door. “I don’t think Deacon’s back yet.”