Orlalaughed.“Don’t gentleman your way out of a blowjob. I love them, and I loveyou.” Her gaze flickered over my shoulder. “Hold on to Nash if you’re scared.”
She pried my hands from her.
Nash took them and eased me back down. “Let her love you, brother.”
Brother.He was so much more to me. My friend, my lover. My light in the fuckin’ dark, even when I’d shoved him away. He released one of my hands to curl his fingers into Orla’s hair, curving them around her elegant neck, guiding her mouth to my dick.
My hips rose.
I forced them back, but Orla chased me down, snaking her tongue out to swipe at my cock. “Holy fuckin’fuck.”
And that was just her tongue. She smirked up at me—atus—then she descended with her whole mouth, her lips, her velvet throat, and I wasgonelike a fuckin’ teenager who’d never had head before.
Hot, wet heat surrounded me. My eyes fluttered shut and I gripped Nash’s hand for support, using him—needinghim to prop me up before my entire soul was consumed by Orla’s wicked mouth.
Dear fuckin’god, she was good at this. Too good, almost. It was fuckin’ scary. It was blinding, suffocating, and without Nash so solid and real beside me, pretty sure I’d have died the best death a man could ever wish for.
As it was, I shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, slowly, as Orla braced her hands on my thighs, her nails skimming the scars on the underside. I wrapped a leg around her shoulders, pinning her, and my fingers took Nash’s place in her hair.
The rest was just noise. My laboured breaths. The wetness of her mouth on my dick. A groan that wrenched from my chest like I’d dragged it over broken fuckin’ glass, my lungs still recovering from being wet and cold so long.
Can’t lie, it hurt, the roughness of air scraping through. The pull of my tight muscles around my aching bones. But the pay-off was pure bliss. Unmatched until Nash’s work-hardened fingers gripped my chin and he turned my head.
His gaze was a riot of tender wildness. Pupils blown as he searched me, sensing my pain and my pleasure as if it were us who’d shared a fuckin’ womb.
Then he kissed me, and all thoughts of my grouchy twin evaporated. Cos his kiss was nothing like the frenetic collision I’d shared with Orla in the sales building. Those kisses had saved me from the abyss my brain had become. Nash’s soft lips and gentle fingers cupping my neck fuckin’ healed me, and I kissed him back, groaning again, but quieter this time. Less violent. As Orla grazed her teeth on my dick, Nash danced in my mouth, sweet and hot, and the contrast blew my mind enough that it took me a crazy beat to feel his cock, hard and thick against my hip, constrained by the clothes he still wore.
Need him naked.But I was too far gone to articulate it. Orla had me in her grip, on the edge, and I was about to fuckin’ fall. Body jolting. Hips thrusting a senseless rhythm, fingers twisting in her hair, my lips still fused to Nash.
I broke the kiss to choke out a warning. She responded with deeper access to her throat, and any grasp I had on myself evaporated.
Release hit me like a wrecking ball. I exploded in her sinful mouth, giving her everything, harsh shudders wracking my body, spine arching in a way I’d pay for later.
I didn’t care. Pain was nothing compared to this. Her. Him, as he soothed me through it, tipping me onto my side, pressing close enough that I felt his heartbeat thundering against my back. His dick an iron rod at the base of my spine.
A primal calling I needed as much as Orla’s slick and salty kiss as I yanked her up my body.
This isn’t over.The last shivers of release rattled through me, but I stayed hard with the need tofuck her, and goddamn, I needed him to fuckmewhile I did it.
I couldn’t articulate that either. I could only show them, lifting Orla to straddle me, reaching back for Nash, another flailing hand that he answered with everything he had.
A drawer opened and shut, but I was distracted from the specifics by Orla. By her scent as I buried my face in her neck. Her soft hands as she ghosted them over my shoulders.
I heard her kiss Nash. Felt his response in the twitch of his dick, andfuck, if that didn’t send a fresh punch of heat rocketing through me. A fresh wave oflife, cos that’s what these beautiful humans had given me.
I raised my head. Orla was right there, her liquid eyes, her wicked smirk. Her molten core just out of reach.
She reached down, claiming my cock again, slotting us together.
Too fast.
Too hard.
I reined her in, tipping her to the side, taking control, remembering, even in this brain-melting madness, to wield my fuckin’ dick with caution. Forehead pressed to hers, I eased inside her, letting her wet heat envelop me, inch by painstaking inch, pushing Nash out of my mind for the dizzying moment it took to join my body to hers.
Her low groan did me in. I hooked her leg over my hip and fucked her, slowly, measuring every thrust, giving her time to adjust, before sliding another inch home. Givingmetime to adjust to the hot friction of her clenching tight around me.
We kissed, a lot. Then she guided me to Nash, our lips met in a rougher clash, and that craving tofeelhim hit a peak.