Page 126 of Craving Consequences

I wait for him to throw me off. To scream and spit it all out. To tell me I’m disgusting.

He doesn’t.

It’s tentative, but he slips his tongue between my lips. Gathers the rest. My heart is pounding so hard my chest hurts, but I breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Don’t swallow,” I whisper.

He says nothing, but I know he’s holding it all in his mouth.

Trembling, I lift off him and position myself on my back. My head tips back to where Van is watching us. Watching Lachlan holding cum in his mouth.

“Hold me open, Van,” I tell him.

He darts a last glance between me and the other man before grabbing my legs and folding them up to my chest. His big hands frame my slippery mound. He takes it a step further without prompting and spreads my folds, exposing my opening.

Lachlan gets it without words. He crawls over and spits everything into my offered channel where Van pumps every warm drop inside with two fingers. He smears it over my lips. My clit. My tongue where he shoves both fingers down my throat and makes me suck them off.

I do with my eyes never leaving Lachlan’s thunderous expression. He’s so still yet seemingly pulsing with something I can’t decipher. My heart is a panicked bird slamming into the cage of my ribs.

To my small relief, he bends at the waist and sweeps the flat of his tongue up my center still held open and wide by Van’s hands. He drags the pink flesh from hole to clit without ever once breaking our connection.

“That it?” he grits out.

I shake my head, breathing hard.

I’m ready to apologize and back out before I go too far, but they’re pulling me up and I realize they want me to continue.

Swallowing, I turn to Van. “Lie ... lie down,” I croak.

I don’t miss his hesitation, but he does. I bunch my fingers as I will myself to crawl up and over him, straddle his stomach and face Lachlan with my back to Van.

My fingers feel like ice chips resting on Van’s raised knees. I’m trembling. I’ve never been so scared and aroused simultaneously, but it’s too late now.

Sucking in a breath, I turn my head back over my shoulder and meet Van’s calm, trusting gaze.

“Trust me?”

An eyebrow lifts, but he gives a faint nod.

I face the other man, heart in my throat. “Hold his legs, please.”

Van stiffens, but says nothing as I tug his knees up and wide. They’d done it so many times to me that I’m almost amused when neither of them understands how. But I get him semi folded with Lachlan’s hands splayed against his best friend’s thighs, holding him open.

Tentatively, I lean up and kiss him. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m surprised when he returns it. When he frees one hand and clamps down the back of my neck, holding me still as he devours me.

Emboldened, I reach between us and capture his cock. I squeeze the appendage and stroke, and feel his deep groan slide down my tongue.

“I love you,” I tell them both. “I ... I need ... I need you to remember...”

Van’s response is the slip of his hand over my hips and down between my thighs. He strokes my clit as I pump his friend’s cock between his open legs.

Shuffling back a few inches to straddle Van’s head. My retreat has Lachlan shuffling closer, guided by his dick still in my hands. I don’t stop until their balls touch. Their cocks align and I can grip them like a dick sandwich.

Both men jerk. The coiling of their muscles, the reflexive urge to jerk away gives me pause.

“Stop?” I ask.

I can’t see Van’s face, but Lachlan’s is a storm cloud of emotions, a hard, angry slab of outrage, confusion and somethingelse that almost has me bolting. But he hasn’t stopped me. Neither of them have. I take that as a good sign to continue when I arch my back and bend over to take both dicks in my mouth.

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