Page 77 of Madness

I obey, my eyes meeting his.

There’s something in his gaze, something intense that makes my breath catch in my throat, and then he’s kissing me—gentle, exploratory, his lips moving against mine with almost painful tenderness.

Desmond watches us both, his eyes dark with desire. His hands slide under my shirt again, this time lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, but it’s quickly replaced with the warmth of Desmond’s touch.

He trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin while Dusty explores my mouth with his tongue, his hands roaming my body with a slow, deliberate pace that is driving me crazy.

I break the kiss, “I thought you were always in a hurry?”

He chuckles, and his eyes light up, “I like to be early with many things, baby, but you are not one of them. I could stay here all night, exploring every inch of your skin, and I wouldn’t care if Iwas late for anything as long as you were under me.”

Desmond’s hand slips between my legs, his fingers finding my core and stroking me gently. I gasp, my hips bucking into his touch. Dusty’s kiss deepens, and his tongue delves into my mouth as if he’s trying to claim me.

“Fuck Red,” Desmond mutters against my skin, his fingers moving faster, harder. “You’re so fucking wet for us.”

I can barely form words, my mind far too clouded with pleasure to even try.

“Please.” I manage to rasp out, my voice croaking as the orgasm flutters inside of me, “Please.”

Desmond growls in response, his hand moving faster and his thumb circling my clit. Dusty’s kisses grow more frantic, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he presses himself against me, his erection prominent through the fabric of his pants.

“Tell us what you want,” Dusty demands, and I chuckle at how such a quiet man can be so demanding in the bedroom.

“Are you always this bossy?” I tease.

“Dusty is a deviant in the bedroom, Cridhe. Together we can make you see stars,” Desmond says, never stopping his attack on my clit.

“What do you want, Red? Tell me.”

“I want… I want both of you,” I pant, my body trembling with need. “I want you inside me.”

Desmond’s eyes flash with satisfaction, and he pulls back, yanking his shirt off and discarding it. Dusty follows suit, his movements clumsy, and in moments, we are all naked, our bodies glistening with sweat, and their erections stand proudly.

I want to lick them.

Devour them.

Desmond turns me on my side, positioning himself behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance.

Dusty takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Do you trust us?” he asks me, his voice low.

I nod, “Yes. I trust you.”

I barely finish my sentence as Desmond thrusts into me hard and fast, making me feel so full. I cry out, my body arching against him, my nails digging into Dusty’s arms. He holds me stead, his grip hard as Desmond begins to move, his hips slamming into mine with brutal force.

Dusty’s lips find mine again as Desmond pounds into me. The sensations become almost overwhelming, a blend of pain and pleasure that leaves me feeling breathless.

I can feel Desmond’s cock throbbing inside of me while Dusty’s hands roam my body, exploring it, memorising it, and his fingers tease my pebbled nipples, my thighs and strokes my clit.

“Fuck, Red.” Desmond grunts, “I can feel you squeezing my cock. You feel so fuckinggood.”

I can barely think, my mind consumed with the raw, primal need that surges through. I want more, need more, and I’m not going to stop until I get it.

“Dusty,” I gasp, “Please… inside me too,” I say almost deliriously, my words barely making any sense.

Dusty’s eyes darken, and he pulls back, positioning my leg over Desmond’s, who slows his thrusts giving Dusty the space he needs to line up his cock with my entrance. And then, with one swift motion, Dusty enters me, his cock sliding into me alongside Desmond’s.

I scream, the sensation of being filled by both of them at once almost too much to bear.

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