Hayes’s eyes focused on the place where she and Ren joined, his breath quickening and a hungry expression crossing his face. He pressed a hand against her, his thumb stroking her clit and making her eyes want to roll back in her head. When he spoke again, his voice sounded more strained. “Move just a little, Cora. Just enough to feel him going in and out.”
Her jaw tightened as she tried to channel every bit of her control. Hayes’s thumb stroking her clit and the feel of Ren’s cock at her entrance was like the sweetest, most brutal torture. She wanted to grab Hayes’s hand and make him go faster and to plunge herself onto Ren with abandon, claim the orgasm that was right there out of her grasp. But she forced herself to follow the instruction.
With as much restraint as she could, she dipped her hips a bit, taking in Ren just enough to make it past the thickness of the head but then up again. She didn’t see the point of the teasing but when she repeated the motion, things changed. Oh. Oh. The shallow thrusts alighted nerve endings she hadn’t been aware of. She’d long accepted that sex meant a full feeling but not necessarily sensation inside. But this, this was different. The feeling of the crown of his cock teasing and stretching her entrance was foreign and new and oh my God.
Then when she thought things couldn’t get more intense, Hayes shifted. She could tell what was coming the minute Hayes moved, but she didn’t let herself believe it. Not until Hayes got to his knees and put his mouth right where they joined.
The feel of the heat of his tongue nearly sent her into orbit, and behind her, Ren let out a colorful monologue of cursing. Hayes acted like he didn’t hear a word of it. He licked and sucked at Cora and bathed Ren’s cock with his tongue, still not giving her leave to sink down and take Ren fully inside her.
All she could do was keep up the shallow thrusts and feel the blinding, amazing sensation of Hayes going down on her while another man fucked her. She tried to savor, to take in every blissful nuance moving through her, but it was like trying to contain an angry tiger with just her hands. Release banged at the doors of her self-control. “Shit. I can’t—”
“Motherfucker.” Ren was tapping his head against the table. At least that’s what it sounded like. “Please, Hayes. Let us . . .”
Hayes hummed his opinion against her skin, making her nails dig into his shoulders.
She tried to count. She tried to write code in her head, anything to not go over yet. Her eyes fell shut as she breathed through her world trying to shatter behind her eyelids.
“No coming yet,” Hayes said, lifting his head for a moment. “And, Cora?”
She tried to find her voice. “Yes?”
“You said you wanted to watch. So watch,” he said, challenge in his tone.
She opened her eyes at that and looked down, her breaths coming in short bursts. Hayes spread her with his thumbs, giving her a view of everything he was seeing up close and then he held her eye contact as he dragged his tongue over her.
The sound that came out of her mouth was one she didn’t recognize. The feel of it was enough, but seeing his head between her thighs, licking her as Ren fucked her was going to kill her. But then he ran two fingers along her folds, getting both good and wet, and slid them down, down, down. They disappeared between Ren’s cheeks.
/> Hayes gave her a dark smile, his hand seeking, and then he ran his tongue along the place where Ren and Cora were joined as he pushed his fingers into Ren. It was the hottest, sexiest thing Cora had ever seen. And the second Hayes’s fingers breached Ren, she could feel the answering jolt in Ren’s body. Her sex clenched hard around him.
“Holy fucking shit. I’m never going to last like this, Fox. You’re, she’s—”
“Then fuck her,” Hayes said finally. “Fuck her hard and make her come.”
That was all it took. Ren grasped her hips from behind, dragged her down onto his cock, and buried deep. “Fuck, God, yes.”
She let out a bone-deep groan that matched his. Everything felt alive, full, on fire in the best way. She might die. But she’d do it with a smile on her face.
Hayes went back to work, his mouth on her clit and his fingers working Ren, and everything went hazy behind her eyes. She couldn’t watch anymore. She couldn’t think. She was only a passenger now.
She grabbed Hayes’s hair to find something to hold on to and let it all take her, Ren fucking into her with deep, desperate strokes, and Hayes using all he had to bring them both to oblivion. Before long, she was tipping her head back and crying out like a wild thing—gasping, lung-emptying noises—and light burst behind her eyelids. Everything that had once been neatly put together fell apart. Shattered. Done. Never to be put back together the same way again.
She was all sensation and body parts and feeling. And she loved every fucking second of it.
Ren followed her over the edge a moment later, pumping hard and making sexy gasping grunts as he came.
For a few long shining seconds, there was just the sound of their mingled breaths and her heart beating in her ears. Her thighs were quivering beneath her and her muscles were jumping with aftershocks. She was never going to be able to move again.
But before she could announce this—that she was permanently stuck in this position and they would all just have to deal with it—hands were grasping her under the arms and helping her off of Ren. Hayes sat her on the edge of the table and then swept her up into his arms. “Let’s get you someplace more comfortable.”
She let herself melt into his hold, not trusting herself to do much else. She kept her eyes closed most of the time as they moved through the house and eventually she was brought into a bedroom with a big bed and low lamplight. She blinked in the change of light as Hayes laid her on the bed. Art hung on every wall. Pen-and-ink drawings.
“Ren’s room,” she said offhandedly.
“Yeah. His is better suited for this. Bigger bed.”
“The slut,” she murmured.
“Hey, I heard that,” Ren said with a smile, climbing onto the bed next to her. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “That was amazing, Cora. Thank you.”