There’s a noise from the doorway, and we both turn our heads to see Cash standing there, arms folded as he watches us.
Chapter 37
Harper
I didn’t realize how loud I was being until I see Cash standing there with his eyes locked on mine, his jaw tight. His chest rises and falls like he’s been holding his breath for way too long and is just taking a full breath for the first time right now.
There’s a strange stillness to the moment. Like time slowing down just a little as my brain tries to fight through the haze of pleasure to catch up to what’s going on. It’s trying to process the way Cash’s gaze drags over my body and lingers where Lincoln is driving into me.
My heart stutters in my chest and then starts to pound even harder because it’s not embarrassment that blooms in my chest to have him see me like this. It’s hunger.
The look in Cash’s eyes mirrors that feeling perfectly, all heat and hunger, his restraint hanging on by a thread.
Lincoln follows my gaze, never slowing the roll of his hips as he smirks. He says something to Cash, but I’m too out of it to parse the words. I can tell it’s an invitation, though. The meaning is clear enough when Cash’s eyes shift back to me, a question heavy in them.
He doesn’t move until I respond.
I swallow hard and nod, quick and desperate, because fuck yes, I want this. I want him.
That’s all he needs to push off from the doorframe and come striding into the room. He’s already peeling his clothes off before he’s even halfway to the bed, tossing his shirt somewhere over his shoulder and stepping out of his jeans and boxers.
His cock is already hard, flushed dark and ready as he climbs onto the bed. I can’t look away from the sight of it bobbing there, tempting and tantalizing while Lincoln keeps up that slow grind into me.
The first orgasm he had just a bit ago must have done wonders for his stamina because he doesn’t falter for a second as Cash gets on the bed and lifts my upper body like I don’t weigh a thing.
He shifts me so I’m on my knees between them, catching my chin in his hand to pull me in closer. There’s a little smile on his lips as he presses his mouth to mine in a kiss, and I moan into it, kissing back with the same intensity. It’s hungry and messy and perfect, adding the perfect layer to the haze of arousal and need that’s already covering everything.
Lincoln groans behind me, adjusting his angle so he can keep fucking me, never stopping for a second. It’s like he can’t or won’t or just wants to be buried inside me for as long as he can.
His cock drags deep as Cash’s tongue slides into my mouth, and my head spins from it. It’s overwhelming in the best way to be caught between the two of them, taking everything they have to offer me.
Lincoln’s voice is rough when he speaks, the sound scraping over my skin. “Do you feel how hard Cash is for you?” he asks. “You see what you do to him? To all of us?”
I nod, moaning into Cash’s kiss. I’m still wrapping my mind around it sometimes, that I make them this hot for me, but the proof is right there.
And Lincoln isn’t finished yet. “Do you want Cash to fuck you too?” The question makes my thighs shake, a spike of arousal hitting me hard.
I pull back enough to sob out a yes, my pussy clenching with the thought of it.
Lincoln chuckles low behind me, his hands gripping my hips tighter.
“Well, like I said earlier, I’m not done with you yet. If you want both of us that badly, you’ll have to take us at the same time.”
My breath catches when I figure out what he means by that. The thought of it sends a jolt of raw need through me. It’s filthy and intense and a little bit terrifying, but it makes my pussy clench around Lincoln’s cock hard.
He hisses at the feeling, waiting for my answer.
I nod again, nervous about it, but mostly just wrecked and so, so ready.
Cash curses under his breath, and his cock jumps at the prospect.
The two of them move together like they’ve done this before. Their hands are steady and practiced as Cash presses forward, his thick length nudging against my already stretched pussy. Lincoln slows down just enough to let him in, and I almost scream at the sensation of Cash trying to press in alongside him.
It’s aching and intense. Neither of them are small by any measure, and my body doesn’t seem like it should be able to take both of them at the same time. It resists for all of a second before stretching more, letting Cash press those first couple of inches inside.
Lincoln keeps his hands on me, tethering me to the moment, and Cash looks up, touching my face with one hand.
“Look at you,” he hisses. “Look at how fucking amazing you are. Are you okay?”