Page 65 of The Triple Play

Colton sank another inch, and I gripped onto the back of Xavi’s neck, my fingernails digging in for dear life. He winced, then his mouth parted, almost as if he enjoyed the feeling of my nails tearing him to shreds.

“That’s it,” Colton murmured, leaning over my back, pressing kisses into the divot of my spine. He sank inanotherinch, and I breathed through it. “Good fucking girl.”

Just hearing that made my body relax like I’d just gotten the nicest, most expensive massage money could buy.

“Yes.”

Inch, after inch, after inch, after inch — his hips finally sat flush against mine all at once, all of us hanging there in the stillness.

He was so much bigger than anything I’d ever put inside there before.

“I’m going to move, now, sweetheart,” Colton said quietly, his lips brushing against my back. “Can you handle that?”

I nodded weakly, my eyes unfocused, my forehead against Xavi’s chin.

“Tell us the second anything feels uncomfortable. Understand?” Cole murmured beneath me.

“Yeah,” I rasped. “Got it.”

I nearly came again just from the feel of Colton slowly withdrawing a few inches, his body lifting from my back and his hand trailing my spine instead. He gripped the back of my neck gently, far more gentle than I was used to with him, and I knew he was waiting until I’d fully become accustomed to this to unleash himself on me.

He pushed back in.

Dragged out.

Pushed back in.

Dragged out.

“Please don’t stop,” I breathed, the words running together, my head a mess of fog and pleasure andthem. “Please.”

Colton’s grip grew stronger. Harsher.Harder. “Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.”

Hesitantly, Cole pushed up into me, slowly testing the waters, and if I was under the impression that I was going to make it out of this intact, I was absolutely mistaken.

My head jerked up at the intrusion of them both, Cole in front and Colton in back, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. “Xav,” I croaked, trying to focus my eyes on him, his grinning face a blur in the mess they were making of me.

His hand in my hair moved, cupping my face instead, his thumb brushing against my cheekbone. “God, you’re blissed out,” he chuckled, his teeth catching his lower lip. “Want to know a secret?”

Cole started to move properly then, both of them shifting, one in, one out, one in, one out. Release tugged at me from every angle, beckoning me toward it.

Xavi brought his lips to my ear. “I know I said I wouldn’t be, but I’m jealous,” he whispered, a hint of a growl in his voice. “But only because I’m desperate to be inside you again.”

My orgasm slammed into me, tearing me apart, breaking down every last wall I could have ever built. My moans were more like sobs, lost in the sounds of the room, and Xavi pushed up from his knees, bringing the tip of his length back to my lips and coaxing them open, slipping in the second my body started to relax.

Three of them.

Inside of me.

All at once.

What thefuckwas happening?

“I can’t—” Cole panted. “Shit, I—I?—”

His thrusts up into me were jagged, unrestrained, choppy. He groaned, loud and long and guttural, before he slumped beneath me, gasping for breath, his fingers still moving against me but the rest of him still. Colton kept going, a little harder, a little more reckless, and my body bent for him, giving him what he needed.

“My turn,” Xavi rasped, pulling his length from my mouth before I’d even gotten much of a chance to get back into it. “Colton, readjust.”

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