Cole licked her gently, bringing her back down before he rose and kissed Julian again. The other man had his eyes closed; his head thrown back, but his fingers were playing with his wife’s nipples. Cole nibbled at his lower lip then when he parted his lips, he dove in.
His kiss was possessive. Commanding. And Julian met him thrust for thrust. Then, drawing back, he moved immediately to Keira, kissing her. Such a contrast. His girl was soft. Sweet. Gentle. He had to pull back slightly from being too rough. Both needed a different sort of touch. And he was just the man to give them what they required.
He stared down into Keira’s dazed eyes. “Good?”
“Oh, yes,” she sighed with a smile. “So good.”
“Now it’s time to please both of your men, are you ready?” He knew he shouldn’t really call himself her man. Not yet. But her face lit up at his words, so he figured she didn’t mind. And the words had just rolled off his tongue.
He laid on his back, nearly falling over the edge of the bed.
“Come ride me, Keira.”
Cole glanced over at the other man. “Once Keira is situated, you’ll remove the plug and take her ass.”
Julian nodded but there was an answering hunger in his gaze. Oh, yeah, he was completely on board with Cole’s plan.
“Oh, hell, I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” she asked as she straddled his lap. He wrapped her hair in his hand and brought her face down to his so he could kiss her then grinned as he tugged her head back. “Yes, you are. Now put me inside you. I have to feel you surrounding me.”
She reached down for him, guiding him inside her. Christ, she was so snug. He didn’t know if it was the plug or not, but he had to grit his teeth against the soft, tight feel of her.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
He slid deep, closing his eyes as he took a long breath in. “Julian, get inside her now.”
Julian grinned over her shoulder at him as he worked on removing the plug from her ass. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re in pain.”
He opened his eyes and scowled at the other man. “Get. In. Now.”
Julian’s lids went half-mast.
Cole kissed Keira again then heard her groan. Then he felt Julian enter her back passage. Fuck. He could feel his cock through the thin wall. Fuck. Fuck.
He drew out as Julian drove forward. Their rhythm seemed to sync automatically. His breathing grew harsh, sweat broke out on his skin.
“Fuck, she’s even tighter with you inside her,” Julian bit out. He was kneeling between their open legs, his wide hands wrapped around Keira’s curvy hips.
“Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Cole cupped her face, bringing it back so she was looking down at him. “You’re okay? No pain?”
“No. No. No. More please more.”
“I think our girl likes having us both take her,” Julian rumbled.
He searched for jealousy or unease on the other man’s face. Either he was good at hiding it or he felt neither of those things. Cole didn’t know him well enough to figure out which it was. But he was determined he would.
He’d take everything from them, learn all he could about them, so he knew how to tie them to him, how to keep them, how to earn their loyalty. Even if that meant dealing with spankings and bondage. Those things weren’t so bad. In fact, they were kind of hot. If they kept things under wraps so no one else knew, he could totally go along with that.
“Nobody is stopping,” he gritted out, taking her lips with his as he drove up.
“Fuck!” Julian cried. They started again, their rhythm faster this time. Cole didn’t know how close Julian was, but he was so close, it wasn’t going to take much more to send him over the edge.
“Julian, get ready to come.”
“Fuck! I’m so close. Shit!” Julian cried out.
“Now!” Cole roared, driving back and shooting forward. The condom caught his cum and he wished he was bare. He’d need to add that to their talk because after tonight, he didn’t want anything between them again.