“Where?”
“In my ass,” she said, crying out when Matt gave her what she’d asked for.
“Good girl.” Matt grazed his teeth along her shoulder while he pumped his finger deeper and sank his cock into her tight channel.
Her eyes started to drift shut again, but they went wide when Matt pulled out, and Tristan gripped his cock and embedded himself inside her.
“God. That’s so…”
“Amazing,” Matt groaned when they swapped places again. A couple of strokes each and they switched, cursing whenever their cocks bumped.
Ripples of desire unfurled in her lower belly, traveling outward from where they were connected. Her guys felt so different. Matt’s strokes were shorter, more unrestrained, while Tristan sank inside her and held before gliding in and out. Her arousal built much more quickly with Matt, but her climax lasted longer with Tristan.
And now, with them doing as she’d asked, pushing her leg up and opening her to their alternating thrusts, she was both up and down simultaneously. Between each jump of excitement, there was a lull, but her core still cramped with her impending climax too damn quick.
Tristan circled his thumb over her engorged bud of nerves while Matt’s finger coasted farther into her back entrance. Leaning down, Tristan nibbled at her lips. “Oh yeah, squeeze me. Just like that. Keep doing it.”
She tightened around him and gasped at the burst of pleasure. Every time she clenched, the closer she rushed toward the first rise that would lead to so many more.
Then she was there, grasping Matt’s hip and scraping her nails over Tristan’s taut stomach as she hurtled into the abyss. She moaned, the sound going on and on when Tristan dragged himself away and Matt plunged in while she was still coming.
“Oh baby, yeah. Come for us. Again.” The finger in her ass pressed harder, and she came again. Or still. She didn’t know which. But this time she screamed as she hit her peak, her whole body shaking with the impact.
She turned her face into the pillow as she fought to breathe. With the last of her waning energy, she grappled behind her for Matt’s cock and enfolded Tristan’s in her other hand. Slick from her, their lengths slid smoothly in her grip. With as much finesse as she could summon, she jerked them both off, moaning incoherently when, a few minutes later, Matt’s groan spilled over her just before his release splashed her back. A moment after that, her renewed concentration on Tristan’s granite-hard shaft resulted in a quick, steamy bath for her front.
Matt dropped his damp forehead against her neck. “What was that about messy sheets?”
Before she gave in to the urge to pass out again, she grinned and lifted her sticky fingers to her lips. Once she’d sampled Tristan’s salty flavor, she flicked her fingertips over her back and tasted Matt’s.
Everything about them, right down to their release, was so different. So delicious.
“Mmm. Definitely think I’ll need a shower after this.”
“Hot tub?” Tristan suggested.
She slugged his stomach, making him laugh. “No hot tub. No more orgasms. Not for at least an hour.” She threw another glance at the chair in the corner. Only pretty, wrapped boxes could distract her from her men. “I want my gifts.”
“You already got them.”
Matt choked out a laugh when she whacked him and crawled her way free of the guys and the tangled sheets. “Last one in the shower gets cold water,” she called, rushing into the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, they were all washed and soaped and sexed out—or at least she was, since Matt had insisted on “giving her one for the road” in the shower. Neither of them listened to her, and she was beyond grateful. At least when that not listening led to feeling so damn amazing afterward.
She grinned and stacked the boxes and bags in front of her on the bed. Her sexy boys were sprawled out on either side, one eating chips, the other waiting expectantly for her to open her presents. The weekend had been perfect so far, and there was still more to come.
Yeah, so she was kidding herself.
This wasn’t her reality. But right now she couldn’t help pretending. How could she? She’d never felt like this before. Thinking about trading it all in for the life she’d had two weeks ago made her want to cry. Not that it had been bad. She’d been happy, all things considered. But it wasn’t this.
“Hurry up,” Tristan said. “There’s a lot there.”
She grabbed the candy-cane-covered bag at her knee, setting aside the actual wrapped candy cane that dangled from the handle. “Who wrapped this for you?” she asked Matt, seeing his name on the tag.
“It’s not wrapped technically. Just tissue paper and stuff.”
“Who did it?”
He threw a handful of chips in his mouth and grinned. “Maybe the cute girl at the store where I bought it.”