Page 77 of Sanctuary (The Wanderers 1)

But that wasn’t all.

Gatlin fisted his erection and she knew the other two had returned to the room because she could hear them breathing at the foot of the bed. Heavily. With arousal.

Good. Perfect.

Their approval meant the world to her. At the same time, it made her wet and needy all over again.

Experimenting, she sucked harder and softer, faster and slower. She used her tongue along the shaft and flicked it over the tip, learning what made him flinch and moan harder.

“Layla… Baby… I’m gonna come. If you don’t pull off…” He didn’t finish that sentence. She didn’t give him a chance. Instead, she sucked harder, letting him slide in another inch. That was all it took for him to reach his release.

She felt the shaft suddenly stiffening further, engorged more than before, and braced herself so that when his orgasm consumed him, she could swallow it. And she did, every drop. His body shuddered violently beneath her.

When he was spent, she released him with a pop and lifted her gaze, smiling at him a bit triumphantly. “Guess I figured that out okay.”

He groaned as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down on top of him, taking her mouth in a passionate, searing kiss that spoke volumes.

When he released her, he was smiling, obviously pleased.

But he wasn’t the only man in her life, and she needed to shift her attention to Gatlin who was gripping his erection in a tight fist.

He was still up on one hip, and she gave him a playful shove, sending him onto his back.

She shoved his hand out of the way and leaned over to flick her tongue over the tip of his erection, noticing the differences. Gatlin’s was slightly longer but narrower, and it leaned a bit to the left.

He grabbed her biceps and tugged. “No one will ever be keeping score, hon. You can’t give four blow jobs.”

She lifted her gaze, smirking. “Who said I was going to?”

He lifted a brow as she straddled him. “That was hot. It made me horny. I’m going to take care of myself this time too.”

He set his hands on her hips and groaned. “Layla… You’re going to be too sore.”

She shook her head. “Nope. And you guys were too fast. I want to know what it feels like to go slower. I want to set the pace and take my time. I want to feel every inch of you sliding in and out of me.”

“Jesus,” Ledger breathed from behind.

Gatlin held her gaze, his brow furrowed. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Positive.” Without waiting to argue further, she reached between them, fisted his erection, and used it to rub against her clit.

“Fuck,” Gatlin exclaimed as he threw his head back.

She stroked herself with the head of his shaft several times until her legs were shaking and wetness was running out of her, and then she lined him up and thrust all the way down.

Gatlin’s thighs stiffened between her legs, and he groaned loudly, his hands coming to her breasts. The expression on his face made her feel the same power she’d felt sucking on Jay. Her skin tingled.

There was a twinge of pain, but it only lasted a moment and she didn’t let it show. Her clit was swollen and greedy, and she decided she loved this position, loved that she could control the pace and grind herself down on him exactly how she desired.

Using her thighs as leverage, she rose and fell over and over, her hands planted on the mattress above his shoulders. Her breasts swayed heavily between them, but Gatlin kept reaching for them, squeezing, pinching, teasing.

Oh yeah, she was so going to get used to this. It felt better than she ever imagined. Why had she waited so long?

Gatlin eventually grabbed her hips, trapping her at a moment when she was fully seated.

She whimpered in protest, but he shook his head. He held her down with one hand and slid the other to play with her clit. “Ladies first.”

She shivered. “Gatlin…”

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