So instead, she curled her hands on either side of his ribcage and shoved while twisting her body in the opposite direction. He resisted at first until he realized she wasn’t playing.
When Karolena stiffened in Legend’s hold, Tavish asked. “Have you had enough?”
“It’s not that.” Karolena willed herself not to fight what was happening between them but only to shape it into a positive foundation for the rest of her life. “I just…would rather be on top.”
Tavish grinned. “Legend will never bitch about that. He loves to be ridden.”
Legend didn’t deny it. Instead, he flopped to his back, his feet and arms splayed, his cock resting thick on his rock-hard belly. “Use me however you want.”
She climbed upward so that she could straddle him, creating a lewd centerpiece for their table. Tavish reached out and encircled the base of Legend’s cock, pointing it straight at the ceiling.
Would he really fit? They were about to find out.
“Go slow,” Tavish warned her. “Let me help and if it’s too much, it’s fine. I can take over.”
“Hell, I’m about to come if someone sneezes in my direction.” Legend groaned, his feet restless on the table. “Get on top and rub that pussy over me. I’ll be flooding this fucking condom in thirty seconds.”
Tavish looked to Karolena, giving her the opportunity to take the out.
Absolutely not.
Karolena planted one palm on the table and leaned back, opening herself to Legend and to the ecstasy he was about to deliver, because if his mouth had been spectacular, she knew fucking him would be divine. There was no way a man made like him, who clearly knew how to use what he’d been given, was going to let her down.
Especially not if Tavish had anything to say about it.
He wrapped one arm around her back and guided her to Legend’s dick. He supported her weight and kept her from sinking too quickly when her body found Legend’s and began to sheath his cock. She smothered him, encasing him in her stretched pussy.
“Ah!” Her strangled cry was enough to communicate what she needed. More of them.
Tavish guided her down bit by bit, letting gravity fuse her with Legend.
He pounded his fist on the table. “Son of a bitch!”
With his middle finger, Tavish checked their fit, running the tip of it at the intersection of their bodies. “He’s filling you up, isn’t he?”
“Yes.” Karolena planted her hands on Legend’s chest and wriggled a bit on top of him, trying to rub him against the places he and Tavish had so easily located within her.
He groaned. Tavish adjusted his grip, cupping her hips. “Try this.”
He coached her through a pattern that made both her and Legend cry out in unison. So she concentrated on repeating it herself over and over. As she did, she looked down.
Karolena watched Legend’s cock pressing between her legs, within her, her pussy swallowing him whole as she rode him. It felt so different to be the one driving the action, certain that if she said she was done, even right now, that he would let her leave.
Power and pleasure blended, making her toss her head back, her platinum hair cascading from the bun into loose waves. Unfettered, free, just like her.
With one final burst of adrenaline, Karolena ground over Legend, launching them both toward an inevitable peak. Legend’s eyes flew to Tavish’s.
“Go ahead. I’ll take care of her. You know I will,” he reassured Legend, who was quivering beneath her. The irrefutable proof of how desperately he craved release within her ratcheted Karolena’s desire to a whole new level.
“Not necessary.” She bucked as her body gathered on the precipice of release.
“Even better.” Tavish shoved them both over the edge when he demanded, “Then come, Karolena. He won’t be able to stop himself from joining you. Take him there with you.”
Could she really do that? Be enough to trigger his orgasm?
Apparently her body wanted nothing more than to find out. Karolena screamed as the climax hit her this time. Shuddering, she would have tipped, smashing onto Legend if it wasn’t for Tavish catching her. He held her as his roommate shouted, “Fuck! Yes, fuck!”
Each of his words was punctuated by a sharp thrust upward and, she’d bet, a pulse of his seed jetting into the condom he wore. Legend roared as he emptied himself deep inside her, her body milking him dry.