Page 125 of Craving Consequences

Van smirks, nipple popping out of his mouth. “Remember that next time you make an old person comment.”

I shake my head, but my response is swallowed by the kiss, by Lachlan’s invasion of my mouth. I’m so lost in the weight of him pressing me into the mattress I’m not prepared for the slow, deliberate thrust of his hips until he’s inside me.

The tenderness is momentarily overwhelming. It’s sharp and quick before we’re moving together.

“On top,” I pant.

He turns us over without comment and I straighten, planting my palms against the hard slabs of his chest. My body sinks all the way down on him in that perfect, deep plunge that has my head falling back.

“Love this,” I breathe, hips grinding the way I learned I liked the day before on Bron’s bed. “You feel so good.” I lift myhead and find them both watching me like I’m the first sip of water they’ve had in years. They’re so raptured, so ... mine. “I want something.”

Lachlan’s fingers dip immediately between my lips and skims my clit.

I shake my head but hold his hand in place as I continue to roll on him. “Did you mean what you said back at the storage?”

The two exchange glances and I let them think about it while I reach for the second cock next to me. I stroke Van while I ride Lachlan.

“About wanting to know what made the tabbed spots in my book so special.”

Realization dawns and both sets of eyebrows lift with interest.

“Something you want to try, sweetheart?” Lachlan prompts.

I delay my answer by pulling all the way up his cock and letting them watch as I slide back down with Lachlan’s groan of pleasure filling the room.

“It’s really dirty,” I breathe. “You might think I’m gross.”

Their combined protest is amusing, but I’m not joking. The thoughts and ideas I’ve had about these two, the fantasies ... they’re depraved and sick. They will definitely not be open to any of it, or they’ll walk away hating me.

“Definitely not possible,” Van assures, pushing up to trail kisses up my abdomen, through the valley between my breasts to capture my mouth.

The kiss is soft, but possessive and insistent, like he’s trying to convince me not to worry.

“Is there anything you won’t do?” I ask quietly in between the slow pecks.

“Fuck each other,” both say as if waiting for the question.

Despite the knot in my stomach, I chuckle. “Anything else?”

Van draws back and peers at his friend. The two exchange a lengthy, silent conversation that ends with twin shrugs.

“That seems to be it,” Van remarks.

I lick my lips and bounce a little harder. I ride Lachlan a few more minutes before slipping off. My head is buzzing with nerves and anticipation as I direct Van to the headboard. I set his back against the wood with his legs in a wide V across the mattress. Lachlan is positioned across the middle with his head between Van’s ankles.

I crawl between them with my knees on either side of Lachlan’s head and my face over Van’s cock.

“Cum in my mouth,” I tell him as I scoop my hair up and press the strands into his fist.

His eyes flare with heat, but he says nothing. Doesn’t have to. I’m already swallowing his beautiful cock. Taking him deep into the back of my throat. Between my thighs, without prompting, Lachlan is at my mound. His fingers are splayed across my backside, pulling me down on his mouth.

Van wields no mercy as he drives my head down with every hard thrust up with his hips. He fucks my mouth the way he had my pussy the night before and I let him. I thrive in it while riding Lachlan’s face, grinding my clit onto his nose.

Van cums with a guttural warning. Hot, salty jizz fills my mouth and I have to restrain myself from swallowing. My heart is thumping wild and a little panicked in my chest as I pull back. Our eyes meet for a hint of a second before I slither down Lachlan’s body. His beautiful face is smeared in my juices, but I don’t care when I crash my lips to his ... and empty Van’s cum into his mouth.

Lachlan stiffens.

His entire body goes still under me. His dark eyes stare up into mine, wide with realization.

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