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Wait. Grudge hadn't touched me at all since we'd started. Was there a reason for that?
A warm hand cradling the back of my neck distracted me from the thought. “Do you want to sit back and watch them?” Dyno asked warmly, lying down next to me. “Or do you want more?”
“More,” I answered without thinking, rolling toward him. Then, remembering to be specific, I added, “I want you inside me. Not just fingers but...but your cock.”
Dyno smiled as he held my chin and kissed me, his tongue flicking playfully. “I have to ask, Kyrie,” he murmured. “Are you on any birth control?”
Aw, shit. Of all the things I could have forgotten about, it had to be that.
“Oh. Um, no.”
“That's alright,” he assured before pecking me quickly on the lips. “Be right back.”
He rose from the bed, and I took the moment to appreciate the full view of him naked. Tall with lithe, lean muscles like a dancer. He was covered in warm, brown skin and dark tattoos. Dyno had no tan lines and little body hair for a man in his late thirties. In a word, he was just beautiful.
“What're you looking for?” T-Bone groaned. He was nearly flat on the bed now, face and chest against the sheets while his hips lifted higher, arching to take more of Grudge.
“Condoms,” Dyno answered, his back muscles bunching while he rifled through saddle bags.
“Mm fuck, uh, my bag. Foot of the bed,” T-Bone panted. “Should be some stashed near the bottom.”
“Can you tell we haven't used these in a while?” Dyno asked sheepishly while he dug through T-Bone's things.
I wanted to bite my tongue, but the question was burning in my mouth. “Because you haven’t been with a woman recently or…?”
“No other men either. It’s just been us for the last year or so.”
I felt a bit of smug pride at that. And at the knowledge that I was not just some hookup. I meant something to these men, just as they did to me.
“Got it.” Dyno was on me again in a flash, rolling me flat to my back and pinning me down with a kiss. Pinched between his fingers was a square, foil packet. He broke the kiss to stare at me intently. “You're sure, Kyrie?”
“Yes,” I breathed, adding, “please.” There were so many things I was unsure about. But this, withthesemen, was not one of them.
Dyno kissed me once more, then pushed up to kneeling and ripped the packet open. “Come here next to us, guys,” he said to Grudge and T-Bone. “I'm sure she'll still want to watch.”
T-Bone crawled up on his elbows and knees until he was alongside me, Grudge following after him with his hips still nudged firmly against T-Bone’s ass. With a content sigh, T-Bone’s head and neck flopped down to the bed, facing me with a blissed-out smile and his ass high in the air.
“Come closer.” I crooked my finger at him. “I still want to kiss you.”
“You’ll never see me turn that down,” he murmured, sliding over until his hand cradled my cheek, and his mouth devoured me.
Something wide, solid, and round pressed against my folds. My body seemed to hollow out, my flesh parting to accept what was being given. I broke the kiss and looked up to see Dyno kneeling between my legs, my thighs over his, and his cock notched at my entrance.
“Keep kissing him,” he said, teasing my entrance by sliding his head through my wet lips. “It might hurt a little. It’s better if you’re relaxed and not waiting for it.”
“D will take care of you.” T-Bone’s rough beard scratched my cheek as he ghosted kisses over my face. “Trust him. He’ll make sure you’re pleased, little lady.”
“I already am pleased.” My lips found his again, locking into a devouring kiss while tilting my hips higher toward Dyno. I was ready, beyond ready, even. And shamelessly so. I was done waiting for a loveless, arranged marriage with some man who wouldn’t put a fraction of effort into pleasing me as these men did.
T-Bone groaned low like a beast, his tongue stroking inside my mouth like he’d done between my legs minutes ago. A hand swept over my breast, fingers closing around the peaked nipple. I whimpered at the small pinch of pain, then felt something similar between my legs before—oh, fuck yes…
“Okay, beautiful?” Dyno’s roughened voice hovered above me before I felt his kiss on my neck. “Tell me.”
“Mm-hm!” I broke away from T-Bone, my turn to babble incessantly at the feeling of a cock moving through me. “I’m okay, it’s good! Ah, don’t stop—oh! Maybe not too fast…”
“Easy,” someone told me. I wasn’t sure who, but someone was playing with my clit again. Slow, circular movements of a thumb matched the steady drags of Dyno’s cock through my body.
It wassomuch, so intense, and yet I craved the fullness of him every time he pulled back. With every thrust inside, the intensity grew more manageable and the pinching ache subsided.
