Page 123 of Lesson In Honesty

With a firm grasp on her hips, Liam rocked gently, intensifying that overwhelming sensation of being stuffed. His cock pressed hard against the skin separating her vagina and anus, teasing the nerve endings in her back passage.

Was this how a turkey felt at Christmas?

What was Mack feeling? Liam? They had to be experiencing something similar to her, right? Well, not full as such, but squashed?

Her breath began to come in pants, her mouth open in an attempt to absorb the shock. She whimpered, unable to stop herself clamping down on them.

“You can let her go, Mack. We’re in.”

“All the way?”

“All the goddamn way.”

“How exciting for you,” Sierra croaked sarcastically. She missed Mack’s arms the moment they dropped away, but his hands claimed her waist as Liam ran his palm up her spine to collar her throat from behind. “What happens next? It’s not like you two can do anything.”

“Oh, poor, misguided minx. You have no idea.” A hum of amusement stroked the words even as trepidation shimmered down her spine. “Mack, you go first.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

First?

“Thank Christ. You’re sure you used enough lube?”

“We’re slicker than an oil spill.”

Really?Because she begged to disagree. “Wait, what do you mean,go first?”

The reply they gave her wasn’t verbal. Adjusting himself beneath her, Mack eased her into a sitting position, running a finger over her lips when she moaned. A slow roll of his hips slid him out of her to the halfway point, then he thrust back in.

As he filled her again, Liam mimicked his actions. They were two parts of the same whole, learning to function in unison, finding the rhythm together. They matched each other perfectly, quickly falling into a beat only they could hear.

Sitting up, resting her hands on Mack’s chest, made everything so much tighter. They pummeled her, strong and relentless, until a tremor spiked through her, arching her back.

Eyes rolling back in her head, she no longer thought of them as two cocks plundering a hole. As muscles seized and nerve endings shrieked in ecstasy, they weren’t Mack and Liam, and she wasn’t Sierra.

They were just one.

Sweat and lube coated their skin. She wasn’t the only one shaking as they pistoned into her, breathing hard and heavy, bodies straining for an extra inch, a harder thrust, the ultimate goal.

“Take the left,” Liam grunted, his hand sneaking around beneath her to claim the jostling weight of her tender breast. Fondling her gently in comparison to his manic movements, his thumb brushed over her distended nipple where it was caught in its magnetic trap.

Mack whistled lowly, the sound broken by his ragged breaths. Concentration scored his eyes when they burned into hers. He reached out and cupped her breast, leaning forward to kiss her. “Batten down the hatches, pixie.”

She blinked at him, uncomprehending.

“When you’re ready, Mack.” Liam’s voice was terse.

“Now.”

They switched rhythms, surging inside her and retreating again in unison. Her nails dug into Mack’s chest, her toes curling until they threatened to cramp. Her body was coiling tighter and tighter, contracting to the point of pain.

“Three,” Liam hissed, his fingers biting into her flesh.

“Two,” Mack groaned, snapping his hips up in a desperate thrust.

“One,” they said in perfect sync…

…And ripped the tiny steel crowns off her nipples.

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