“He’s not going to fuck you, little warrior. We just want to make you feel good.” He trails his knuckles down my stomach and over my hip bone, causing a riot of butterflies to dive-bomb my stomach.
When I take Wyatt’s hands, he pulls me until I straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips, hovering over his cock lying on his stomach. My hands rest on his green shirt.
“Sit your wet pussy on my cock.” Wyatt’s hazel eyes hold mine. It’s a command, and one that I desperately want to obey.
Bracing myself for the feel of him, I lower myself down until his cock slots against my pussy. He groans, and my breath catches at the feel of his hard cock pressed against my clit. The urge to rub is strong.
Aiden stands and moves behind me. My skin tingles with anticipation. His hands glide up my back from my hips to my shoulders, pressing me forward gently down until I’m lying on top of Wyatt.
“You look beautiful tonight, Greer.” Aiden’s words caress my skin as his hands trail back down over my ass, parting my cheeks.
My insides are molten lava, swirling hotter and hotter. I whimper and Wyatt shifts beneath me, rocking his hips and sliding his cock along my clit. I gasp.
“So fucking beautiful,” Wyatt whispers as he releases my bra and helps me take it off. His hands slide over my bare breasts. Every touch feels like a jolt of electricity to my core.
Aiden’s fingers circle my pussy opening, and I gasp, clutching Wyatt’s shirt. Molten heat pours through my veins. Aiden’s fingers ease deep inside me as Wyatt slides his cock along my clit.
“Oh, fuck, I…I…” My mind can’t process everything they’re doing to me as they begin to slowly fuck me.
“Shh, kitten. Just feel.” Wyatt pinches my nipples and I moan. My hips rock with his as Aiden’s fingers thrust in and out of me. “That’s it. Find your pleasure and take it.”
I run my hands beneath Wyatt’s shirt, feeling his muscles ripple beneath my touch. I push up a little so I can slide his shirt up his torso, revealing all his golden skin. He groans as my bare stomach presses against his.
Tingles dance along my skin where we touch.
I kiss his chest and run my tongue along the valleys of his muscles. The salty taste of him makes me crave more.
“Fuck, kitten.” Wyatt’s hands hold my hips.
I’m building to an orgasm. Finding my pleasure in their touch. My heart races and my breathing is chaotic.
Aiden’s fingers slide out of my pussy and trail my wetness back to my asshole before slipping inside.
I cry out softly against Wyatt’s skin.
“Good, little warrior?” Aiden’s other fingers slide into my pussy, filling me full of him. I can feel his fingers slide against each other deep within me, stirring the already raging inferno until I feel like I’m going to combust.
“So good,” I admit, and suck on Wyatt’s skin.
Wyatt slides his hands up to my breasts and pinches my nipples as we writhe together. Aiden’s fingers work in tandem, sliding in and out of me until I can’t think anymore. My breath stops as my release overwhelms me. My pussy and ass convulse around his fingers, tightening and releasing as he finger-fucks me through my orgasm.
Wyatt’s cock jerks against my clit and combines with Aiden’s fingers fucking in and out of me. Moaning, I come again, gushing around his fingers and all over Wyatt’s cock. Wyatt groans as he comes between our stomachs.
He slides me up until our mouths meet. His kiss is hungry and devours me whole. The head of his cock presses against my clit, making an aftershock ripple around Aiden’s fingers buried in my pussy.
His fingers leave my asshole, and he slides them through Wyatt’s cum before pressing his fingers back into my puckered hole. I pant into Wyatt’s mouth.
I gasp as Aiden adds a third finger, stretching me, and fucks my ass with Wyatt’s cum, pressing his fingers all the way inside me and pulling them all the way out before sliding back in until I’m bucking back against him.
Wanting more, needing more. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come one more time, little warrior. I want to see how your tight ass will choke my cock when I’m buried deep inside you.” Aiden’s words tip me over the edge again.
I cry out into Wyatt’s mouth as I tighten around Aiden’s fingers.
“Good girl, kitten.” Wyatt runs his hand down over my ass. I rest my head on his shoulder as my breathing slows.
“Mmm, Greer, such a good girl,” Wyatt says. “But…”