Page 3 of Resilient Love

Noah’s hand snakes around my bare abdomen, his thumb stroking over my clit. Another moan escapes me, and my thighs clench together as the firm pressure starts to coax my orgasm out of me.

Leo’s position changes, his hips angling himself even further, burrowing into my throat.

I look up at him through my lashes and see that he’s extending his arm over my head, presumably reaching for Leo’s behind me.A real Eiffel Tower. Well, I’ll be damned.

It takes everything in me not to laugh with his cock impaling my throat. If I did, he’d likely wind up with teeth marks.

Drawing in a deep breath through my nose, I focus on two things. Not choking and having an orgasm before I have to make it to practice.

Leo’s callused hand grips my chin, then drags across my cheek. His fingers dig into my scalp, his groans of approval growing louder.

“Fuck, Frenchy, your mouth is fucking delicious,” he says with a moan.

“She’s gagging for it,” Noah murmurs, his thick British accent sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

My walls are clenching around his length, the methodical rhythm of his thumb driving me wild. Tension builds throughout me, my muscles aching for release.

Leo’s body goes rigid. “I’m about to come.”

The hot, salty taste of his release fills my mouth, sliding down my throat. A satisfying moan escapes me as Noah pulls himself out entirely before plunging back in. I bounce my ass back into his hips, taking him to the hilt as I come undone around him. My body writhes against him as he fills me, tendrils of pleasure licking up my spine.

Once they’ve both pulled out, I collapse on the bed. “Fucking hell,” Leo groans.

Noah’s arousal trickles out of me and down my thighs. I’m spent.

Noah slumps beside me, angling his face to peer over at me. He’s wearing a contented smile as he says, “Sorry ‘bout that, love.” He nods his chin toward my coated thighs.

A laugh escapes me as I roll over, smacking a hand to his chest and using it to push myself up. “Alrighty, boys, stay as long as you’d like, but I’ve got to get going.”

“Your new coach starts today, right?”

I nod, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Neither of them moves to stand, but I leave the door open so we can continue talking while I freshen up.

“Know who it is yet?”

I shake my head before realising that they can’t see my response. “Not yet.”

“Hopefully they're not a wanker like the last one,” Noah drawls.

“He wasn’t a wanker.” I chuckle. “He was a slut. But so are we, and I’m not judging either of you.”

“The man was old enough to be our father.” Leo groans.

Grabbing a pair of shorts, I work them up my thighs. “Different strokes for different folks.” I shrug. “Not my cup of tea, but I can’t fault the man too much. If I looked like him at nearly fifty, I’d be sleeping with whoever I wanted too.”

“You already do that,” Noah jokes.

“Yep, and I’ve no plans to stop anytime soon.”

“And why is that exactly, Elise?” Noah asks, a light brow raised at me.

Oh, here we go again.Why can’t he leave well enough alone? I don’t have the time, nor the desire, for more than what we’re already doing, and with Noah’s incessant questioning, I’d never be open to anything serious withhim, anyway. Of course, I don’t say any of that and opt for a kinder, more rehearsed version of the same sentiment.

“I don’t have time for a relationship right now, and I have no reason to settle for just one cock. Maybe one day when I find one that satisfies me, I will, but lucky for you”—I wink—“today is not that day.”

Noah chuckles, but the sound is tense. He sits up to get dressed, and my shoulders sag with relief. “Fair enough, but I’m not sure there’s any human cock that could satisfy you. Hell, this bloke and I have been trying for months now.”

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