Page 90 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

God, yes.

“And she’s the hottest girl in the world,” Ronin breathes against my lips. “I’ve wanted her for so long.”

My hands drop to his crotch, brushing over the long hard rod of his erection inside his jeans, and he hisses.

Zayne groans, his teeth closing over my skin but not hard enough to break it. “Yeah… A goddess…”

I fumble with Ronin’s zipper, dragging it down. Not easy to do as it’s stretched over the tent in his pants—and I hazily recall that he likes to go commando, so I’m careful.

He’s not careful. With a snarl, he puts his hands over mine, yanking the zipper down, yanking his pants down, kicking them off his long legs—then cursing when they catch on his combat boots.

Meanwhile, Zayne is kissing my neck, hands sliding around me to cup my boobs. The bra is lacy and shaped like a bikini top—I’m too used to sports bras to enjoy underwired push-up bras—and he easily pulls the lace aside to tease my nipples.

I lean back against him, lost in the sensations. I’ve always had sensitive breasts—which is why my nipples go nuclear whenever I’m around these stunning hunks—and I’m so close now to coming, just from the nipple play.

“Damn,” Zayne breathes, biting lightly the side of my neck as his clever fingers pull and circle and pinch. “You’re so wet, baby. I can smell you.”

I wish I could speak but his fingers are now tugging on both of my nipples and I’m squirming, the lace of the thong rubbing over my clit.

“You smell like mangoes and cream,” Ronin says, finally free of his boots and pants, T-shirt tossed off the bed, gloriously naked.

“Mangoes?” I manage, panting.

“My favorite fruit.” He grins and licks his lips, his gaze roving over me, lingering on my breasts, half-covered by Zayne’s hands, then on my thong.

“Mangoes,” Zayne growls, “oh, yeah.”

They’re kind of funny, going all growly about mangoes, but they’re too sexy for that. They pull it off, I’ll admit. Besides, I can’t laugh. All I can do is moan when Ronin dips his fingers between the lace of the thong and my pussy, then into me.

“So fucking wet,” he says, gripping his big, pierced cock with the other. “So hot…”

It doesn’t take much to get me off. I’m already there, balancing on the edge. The two fingers he plunges into me wrench a cry from my throat, and then I’m coming, riding the digits, shaking as pleasure crushes me.

“Goddammit,” Zayne mutters, his cock leaking against my back, feeling as big as a baseball bat. “You’re killing me. I need to be inside you.”

“I think she needs to be prepared for you, big guy,” Ronin says.

“You just want to put that Jacob’s Ladder inside me,” I say. I’m still panting from my orgasm, still unable to catch my breath. “Don’t you?”

“A Jacob’s Ladder,” Zayne says. “That’s something I wanna see.”

“What do you say, girl?” Ronin pulls his fingers out of me and licks them, licks my cream off them, and I whimper. “Wanna feel my cock inside you, feel that ladder stroking you?”

“God, yes…”

“And while I do you, how about you choke on Zayne’s cock? Get a measure of his size?”

“Fucking hell,” Zayne breathes and turns me around. He rubs at my lips with his thumb. “I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock but maybe it’s too big.”

“I want it,” I tell him. “Like Ronin said. I want to choke on it.”

His lips peel back and now he’s every inch the top alpha, dark eyes glittering, teeth flashing white. “Get on your knees, then, and worship me.”

“Damn,” Ronin says. “You got the best lines, man. I’m jealous. What gives?”

I grin at Zayne and he smirks at me. Ronin’s hands are on my ass, toying with the thong. He pulls it away, lets it slap back, and I moan as every hit arouses me more, the elastic hitting my wet, swollen folds.

I want them. I want these two gorgeous alphas, my alphas, to hold me and kiss me and fuck, because touching is the first step to believing.

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