We’re all still blazing with the adrenaline and high emotions of the confrontation with Gray, and I can feel it infecting everything we do, adding an edge of desperation to each movement. Elias tugs my pants and panties off at the same moment Declan bites down on my nipple, and I let out a gasping sort of grunt as I grab Declan’s head in both hands. Instead of trying to push him away, I hold him firmly in place, and I can feel his smile against my skin before he begins attacking my nipple in earnest. His tongue lashes against it as he clamps his fingers around my other nipple and tugs, drawing another strangled noise out of me.
When Elias drops his head between my legs and draws a line up my slit with his tongue, I almost jump off the bed. My back arches like a bow, thrusting my breast deeper into Declan’s mouth as the number of nerve endings firing in my b
ody reaches max capacity. He teases my clit with his tongue, and I’m writhing and panting when he pulls away a moment later.
“What are—”
My gasp sounds outraged even to my own ears, and Elias chuckles as he sits back on his heels.
“Don’t worry, Blue. I’m not done.”
With that promise, he lies back on the bed. Declan releases my breast from his mouth as Elias grabs my hand and tugs me toward him, urging me up.
He licks his lips, his light brown eyes flashing with heat and sinful amusement. “Come sit over here.”
As soon as I understand what he’s asking, I scramble to comply. My body is humming, buzzing, demanding more of the incredible feelings they’re bringing out in me, and if Elias wants me to sit on his face, there’s no fucking way I’m turning him down.
I swing one knee over, and he bites at my inner thigh as I settle into place, making a jolt of sensation shoot through me. He hooks his arms around my legs, his fingers finding my pussy and spreading me wide, giving him complete and total access to everything.
A long, heavy groan falls from my mouth as he laps at me, the tip of his tongue finding my clit and riding the hard nub until I’m squirming on his face. My breath is coming in choppy gasps, and I’m surprised Elias can still breathe at all as I roll my hips against the brush of his tongue.
“Holy shit. I think that’s just about the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Declan’s voice is husky with lust, and when I look up, I see that he’s kneeling on the bed watching his friend eat me out with hooded eyes. His words make arousal curl up my spine, and I cup my breasts, plucking at my nipples as I watch him right back.
I don’t know if they’ve ever done this before—if they’ve ever shared a girl beyond what happened in Gray’s room that night. But the thought that it’s turning Declan on so much fills my veins with liquid heat.
“This isn’t a party for two, you know,” I say. It’s more of a gasp, really, because just as I speak, Elias stiffens his tongue and starts fucking me with it, and my eyes practically roll back in my head.
Declan laughs and moves forward, catching my arm as I sway a little from the overwhelming sensations. He’s kneeling closer to the top of Elias’s head now, close enough for me to reach down and cup the visible bulge that’s still straining against his pants.
He curses, grabbing my wrist and pressing my hand tighter to his hard on, like he’s trying to make me understand exactly what I’ve done to him.
Oh, believe me. I fucking know.
Elias grunts beneath me, swirling his tongue over my clit in a pattern that draws my attention back to him, and I let out a pleased, tortured moan.
I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about these two men, both separately and together. But this is way better than anything my imagination ever came up with. I feel like I might combust from the storm of sensations building higher and higher inside me.
“Stand up,” I gasp, pulling my wrist out of Declan’s grasp and tugging him upward.
He does what I ask, rising to his feet in front of me. He kicked off his shoes at some point, although the rest of his clothes are still on. My fingers fumble to undo his pants while he tugs his shirt off, and as if spurred on by what he knows I’m about to do, Elias draws my clit into his mouth and sucks hard.
“Fuck!”
I momentarily forget my goal, grabbing on to Declan’s hips and bracing my forehead against his thigh as my whole body jerks, the breath fleeing my lungs. I feel Declan’s hands in my hair, and struggle to get my muscles to work long enough to finish undoing his pants.
Elias is doing his best to distract me, sucking and licking and nipping at my clit like it’s his new profession, and holy fuck. If this is how these two men work out their possessiveness and any jealousy they might have about sharing me in bed, I don’t mind one bit.
My thighs are starting to tremble, sweat dampening my skin as my entire lower body fills with heat. But I manage to pull Declan’s cock free, and the sound he makes when I wrap my lips around him makes all the effort worth it.
“I was wrong before,” he breathes, still gripping my hair tightly as he looks down at me with dark eyes. “This is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. You on your knees in front of me, your gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, and your pussy on Elias’s face. Fucking hell, Soph. You’re gonna kill me.”
His filthy words send another lick of fire rushing through me, and I grind down on Elias’s mouth again, searching out that last little bit of pressure that will push me over the edge.
My lips slide up and down Declan’s cock in the same rhythm as my hips. His dick is like velvet-wrapped steel in my mouth, and I can feel his length getting thicker and harder as he responds to my touch—but I’m too worked up to outlast him.
The orgasm strikes like lightning, and I groan around Declan’s length, wrapping my fist around him and pumping as spit dribbles down his shaft. My body shudders, my stomach clenching as Elias laps at me with the flat of his tongue, helping me ride out the pleasure that surges through me.