Two fingers jammed into me again and again and again, hitting just the right spot with each thrust. All the while, I sucked and licked and swallowed around the throbbing cock in my mouth.
A flush swept up my chest, neck, and face as my second orgasm came crashing toward me.
“She’s almost there, Kaleb.”
He withdrew from my mouth, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tore the—
I came. Just blew apart. My eyes went blind, my thoughts scattered, my back bowed.
I was still coming when four hands twisted me around and then a fat cock slammed inside my pussy. It kept slamming, drawing out my release.
Standing beside the bed, Trace put one hand on my nape and another between my shoulder blades to hold me down as Kaleb railed me hard from behind, a biting grip on my ass.
“Fuck, she feels good,” Kaleb gritted out.
“Told you,” said Trace.
“So damn tight.” Kaleb switched his angle, lunging deeper, making my pussy spasm. He cursed. “Not gonna last long. Almost came in her talented little mouth.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m telling you, it’s lethal.”
Chuckling, Trace bent slightly, and his lips coasted over my ear. “You’re gonna be sore tomorrow, baby girl.” There was a note of sadistic delight in his voice. “You’ll feel us all day.” He tightened his grip on my nape, and my inner muscles quaked once more.
Kaleb groaned. “Don’t know what you just did, but do it again; she liked it.”
Trace squeezed tighter. My pussy fluttered. Kaleb grunted. Trace chuckled again.
Digging his fingertips deeper into my skin, Kaleb upped his pace, making his balls slap my flesh even harder. The fast, heavy rolls of his hips would have for sure shuffled me up the mattress if I wasn’t held in place.
Again, the guys talked around me while Kaleb hammeredso deepinside me. The pleasure was so furiously intense I scratched at the sheets, scrabbling for purchase, needing an anchor. Already an orgasm was building once more, and I knew it would hit soon.
The hand on my nape slid to the side of my throat. “Time for you to make Kaleb blow his load,” said Trace. Then he pinched my carotid artery.
I wheezed, my eyes widening. Behind me, Kaleb lost it—cursing, ramming, growling.
Trace released the artery, reached beneath me … and flicked my clit. That was it. I imploded with a broken scream, dragging Kaleb with me, feeling his cock pulse with every harsh blast of his release.
He blew out a breath, gentling his hold on my ass. “Jesus Christ.”
My sentiments exactly.
The moment Kaleb withdrew, I slumped to the mattress, utterly spent. Hands carefully stroked me here and there. Soft words of praise floated over my skin. Gentling kisses were pressed to my face, neck, and shoulders.
Damn, I could get used to this.
Shame it probably wouldn’t happen again.
***
Early the next morning, I was jotting down notes while reading a theatrical script when a knock came at my front door. I felt my brows dip. My apartment building had tight security. Visitors had to be buzzed in, but no one had contacted me via my intercom or phone seeking entrance.
It could be a resident within the complex, of course. But the only one who visited me was Izzy. She lived next-door. She was alsofarfrom an early riser.
I set my pad, pen, and the script down on my mattress and slid off the bed, planting my bare feet on the soft rug. I didhave a home office, I just didn’t always use it. It came down to one simple thing: my bed was comfier than any office chair, and I liked to be comfortable.
As such, when I was in the early stage of a project that involved skimming through scripts and writing notes while I came up with ideas for costume designs, I often did it from the comfort of my bed. Unless, of course, my apprentice—who was scheduled to turn up in a few hours’ time—was along for the ride. We’d together use my office. Mostly because he loved to stick memo notes everywhere as reminders, and I’d prefer he didn’t do it in my bedroom.