Her breath soughed out of her, her body rocking in an undulating rhythm she was barely conscious of. Yes. This. There were too many sensations, too much everything, to do much thinking. And she felt the welcome state of surrender pushing at the edges of her mind. Hadn’t this been what she’d always secretly craved? The thing that had driven her to Hayven in the first place? Being with guys had always felt like so much work. She worked too much already. She didn’t want to be in charge of sex, too. These men could give her that. All she had to do was let them.
So she d
id.
The fingers and kissing and touching blurred together and the muscles in her body began to soften, melt, until she realized she was mostly being held up by the two of them. Hayes grasped her around the waist and locked her against him. Ren’s heat disappeared for a moment and there was the rustling of clothes.
Her eyes fluttered open and she lost her breath all over again. Ren had shoved his pants the rest of the way off and had lain back on the table, knees spread, cock in hand. He was giving himself slow strokes, his eyes on her. Her gaze watched those long fingers handle his cock with wanton familiarity. This was what he looked like when he touched himself in private. It felt unbearably intimate and erotic to watch. A fresh rush of heat moved straight downward and she went from aroused to on fire.
Hayes pressed something into her hand. “Get his condom on, L. I want to watch you fuck him.”
She swallowed hard and tried to get her hands to work. She tore the condom wrapper open and stepped forward. Ren was still watching her, eyes hooded, hand slowly working the fluid beading at the tip over his shaft.
“One second,” Hayes said.
She paused and Hayes moved from behind her to the side of the table. He lowered his head and licked the head of Ren’s cock, his lips meeting Ren’s fingers as Ren continued to stroke himself.
Fuck. Cora stood there mesmerized as Ren groaned and Hayes got Ren’s erection glossy and flushed. Hayes lifted his head and met Cora’s gaze. A question there. Maybe a test. Was she really aware of what these two guys being together meant?
She was. And she was so down for it. They were gorgeous together. Sexy and confident and . . . Yes, please.
“Now put it on,” Hayes said with a smug little smile.
Ren hadn’t stopped stroking himself and he reached out with his other hand to grab hers. He placed her hand over the one sliding over his cock, their fingers interweaving. For a moment, they jerked him together. Then Hayes’s hand joined in and Ren’s head fell back to the table. “Y’all keep that up, you’re going to get a special surprise quicker than you expected.”
Hayes gave one of those rumbly, under-the-breath laughs and moved his hand away. “Condom, Cora. The man’s got no self-control.”
“Oh, yes, right.” Cora fumbled a bit but managed to roll on the condom, earning another grunt from Ren as her fingertips grazed his scrotum.
Ren reached for her again. “Come here, gorgeous.”
She took the offered hand and climbed onto the table with him, thankful when it didn’t break beneath their shared weight. He kissed the top of her hand and she started to position herself over him but he shook his head. “Turn around, baby.”
She lifted her brows but soon Hayes’s hand was on her, guiding her to face away from Ren. “I want to do more than watch.”
He got her to straddle Ren’s hips. Ren’s legs were hanging off the edge of the table, bent at the knees, but she had enough room to get in position. Hayes held her hands, helping her keep balanced. “You guys are lucky I do yoga.”
Hayes stepped closer to the edge of the table and reached out to stroke her clit. “We’re lucky in more ways than I can list right now.”
She bit her lip to keep in the moan. Everything inside her felt ready to detonate.
“You should see how hot the two of you look right now,” he said, voice low and dark. “You so slick and hot. Him hard enough to pound nails. Can you hear how wet she is for you, Ren? Imagine how warm and tight she’s going to be around your cock.”
Ren shifted restlessly beneath her. “Stop teasing, Fox.”
“Oh, but it’s so much fun.” Hayes took his fingers away from Cora and swiped the remnants of her arousal over Ren’s sac.
“Fuck,” Ren said. “Why did I agree to let you take lead again?”
Hayes massaged Ren’s balls in his palm. “Because you love it. Because you know it’s better when you work for it a little.” His gaze met Cora’s. “Lower yourself down on him. But only take the crown in.”
Cora wanted to groan this time. “Just the tip?”
“Trust me,” he said softly.
She trusted him, but Lord, she might die if they dragged this out too long. She could remember exactly how good Ren’s cock had felt filling her. She wanted that feeling right this second. But she’d agreed to play this game, agreed to surrender. She wasn’t going to back out on the deal.
She reached out to brace her hands on Hayes’s shoulders and then she eased herself down. The moment Ren breached her, the breath she’d been holding whooshed out. The thick tip stretched her, making her aware of every detail of his flared head. Oh, God.