Page 130 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
Torren chuckles. “What he really wants to know is can he fuck yourass while I fuck your pussy. Is that something you want? Is that something you can handle?”
There’s a hint of challenge in his tone that sparks my competitive nature.
“I can handle it, King.”
I give him a sweet smile, then reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. When the lacy fabric drops to my feet, I grab Jonah’s wrist and guide his hand from my throat to my breast. I don’t break eye contact with Torren, and my next statement is half-taunt, half-gasp as Jonah pinches my nipple.
“Canyou?”
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CALLIE
Torren’s lipsare on mine before I finish speaking, his tongue invading my mouth like a man starved.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls between kisses.
I’m so focused on Torren that when Jonah’s teeth close around my nipple, a surprised moan bursts from low in my throat and I sink my fingers into his long, blond hair.
“Pull it, sweets,” Jonah says, breath and teeth grazing the sensitive skin around my nipple with every word, so I do. His groan vibrates over me and goes straight to my clit. These men and their hair pulling. It’s quite a thrilling surprise.
Torren bites my lip lightly then moves his mouth to my neck. He nips and sucks in that way that I remember—that way that drove me crazy—and without overthinking, I shove my hand into the front of his sweats and wrap it around his erection. When I squeeze, he grunts, and I grin against his mouth. I pump him twice before I release him then lean back so I can look at both men.
“Take me to a bedroom,” I command, and the feeling I get when they obey is a heady one. It’s thrilling and empowering, and amps up my excitement for whatever comes next.
Torren sweeps me into his arms and follows Jonah through a door to a bedroom, and the smell tells me it’s Torren’s. When I see a beat-up acoustic in the corner—the one I’ve seen him playing on the bus—Iknow I’m right. I only have a second to scan the rest of the room before he tosses me on the bed, and I bounce once.
Leaning back onto my elbows, I drop my legs wide, flashing them the soaked lace between my thighs. Their jaws tick as they look me over, and I can’t help the way my eyes flare when I notice the sizable bulges growing in their sweats. Torren walks slowly to the bedside table, and without taking his eyes off me, pulls a strip of condoms from the drawer, tossing them on the bed beside me. I’m nervous, but I force myself to breathe through it. I shove it down and focus on the thrill of the anticipation instead.
We’d worship you, Torren had said. I believe it. I’m so fucking ready for it. I smirk and glance between them.
“Take off your pants. Both of you.”
“You gonna say please?”
I arch a brow at Jonah, his rumbling voice rough with a hint of mirth.
“I think you should be the one saying please,” I tease.
He smirks in response, and I watch as he grabs the band of his sweats and pushes them down his tattooed thighs. When his erection springs free, I have to swallow down a gasp.
Fuck.
I feel heat creeping up my neck and chest. My nipples are so hard that they ache, and I want to touch myself, but I don’t. When I realize I’m gawking, my eyes jump guiltily to Torren’s. I don’t know why I expected jealousy or anger, but instead I’m met with blazing lust. His white teeth are sunk into his bottom lip and his hand is already stroking his bare cock. He gives me a wolfish grin.
“You can look, Firebird. You can touch him. You can taste him. You can do anything you want with either of us. Tonight is all about you, baby, because tomorrow, you’re all mine.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Thankfully, I don’t have to scramble for words because Torren climbs onto the bed and positions his body so his face is between my thighs.
“I have been dying to taste you again.”
He runs his knuckle down the middle of the lace covering my wet pussy, pressing lightly on my throbbing clit before replacing his knuckle with his mouth.
“Fuck,” I gasp out as he sucks me over my panties.
Torren hums, massaging my clit with his tongue. The rough fabric paired with his warm, soft tongue is enough to make me see stars. My back arches, and just before I drop down onto the bed, a hand threads through my hair and turns my head to the side. I peer up into Jonah’s deviously handsome face. With his lips parted, his eyes wild, and his hard cock just inches from my mouth, I know I’m in trouble.
“Open up, sweets. Let’s see how far you can take me.”
