Jesus Christ, Milo had almost made him come, grabbing him like that. But that’s how he was; like a volcano that would erupt without warning. Lars tugged down the band of his sweats and took out his cock. It still thrummed from the violent squeeze Milo had given him. The tip was damp. He swiped his thumb over it, spreading some of that lube over his shaft. Not that he needed it; bunny was practically dripping onto the rug.

“Keep her open,” Lars said.

Milo released the grip he’d had on his dick and yanked Cora’s leg even wider open. Then he ran his broad hand over the length of her slit as if to test how ready she was for Lars. The sound of approval he made in the back of his throat was a signal if there ever was one.

Lars dipped his hips and let his dick slide along Cora’s slit. It came all the way to her clit when he thrust forward, and she shuddered hard against him. He moved back, coating his length with her juices, and then slid forward again.

He knew he was driving both of them crazy, but that was the fucking point, right? He throbbed so hard, he was surprised he wasn’t coming already.

Milo put his hand out, cupping the underside of Lars’s cock. Forcing it harder into Cora’s slit. Lars groaned, and bit into Cora’s shoulder. She cried out, but softly, as if so transfixed by his dick that she barely registered that pain. He’d promised he’d fuck her real gentle like, but the rest of her body wasn’t subject to the same terms.

He felt like leaving bite marks all over that coffee-colored skin of hers. The difference in skin tone between their two bodies made him want to pound her even harder.

Fuck it, he couldn’t hold out anymore.

“I could fuck her in the ass,” Lars said to Milo, meeting the man’s eyes over Cora’s shoulder. “Leave her cunt to you.”

Milo shivered, and then shook his head. “No,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Like this.”

Milo wrapped his fist around Lars’s dick. The fucker squeezed him again, so hard it hurt. He winced, fought back his climax, and groaned deep in his throat as Milo guided him to Cora’s dripping slit. He rubbed Lars’s dick hard against her opening. Once, twice. And on the third pass, gently fed his cock inside her.

She was so wet and tight, he gasped like a fucking girl when he slid all the way in. So did she. And she shuddered and gripped him like a fist, milking him. He hurriedly pulled out so he wouldn’t come, but Milo’s hand was only inches away—stroking the girl’s clit, it seemed— and he simply grabbed Lars’s dick and guided him right the fuck back inside her.

It was torture.

“I’m going to come,” Lars said through his teeth, furious at Milo, furious at this insanely hot piece of ass that moaned and writhed on the end of his dick.

“Then come,” Milo snarled.

Lars looked up. The man had that dangerous gleam in his eyes again. The one he’d had when he’d rammed him up against the wall and almost knocked a fist into his jaw.

He forced a swallow, and slowly drew out of the girl. “Milo, fuck—”

Milo fumbled, found his dick, forced it back inside Cora. She cried out and sagged again.

He was losing patience. Or maybe he was just as close to coming as the both of them. Milo stepped back, knocked Cora’s leg off the coffee table, and stabbed a hand to the bed.

“Go.”

And Lars went, dragging a half-delirious Cora behind him. Because he’d seen that look before, and if he didn’t start upping his game, Milo would take it out on him.

The thought was a vicious, if intoxicating one.

The room swam as if she was about to pass out. Her breath was ragged and heavy, her head so light it floated somewhere by the ceiling. She could smell herself, and that just made all of this that much more delicious. Her feet tangled under her when Lars suddenly tugged her over the floor. But she couldn’t resist him. She could barely move. Could hardly think.

Then she was on the bed, the sheets cool and smooth under her. Fabric burned against her hips as the soaked, torn pajamas shorts were ripped from her.

Warm, strong hands lifted her shoulders. Finn. He made her sit up, and then urged her onto her knees.

Why?

Her head felt so woozy, like she was fall-down drunk. But she’d been sober when Finn had thrown Lars against the wall, what seemed like an eon ago.

Love drunk.

Sex drunk.

Fuck drunk.

Her giggle cut off as Finn grabbed her hands and yanked her down onto all fours. She looked up at him, her mouth parting around a harsh pant as she tried to get air into her lungs. At least she wasn’t gagged anymore. Although…that had been some kind of bliss, that fabric between her lips. Being trapped between these two men. Their slave. Their sex toy.

And then Finn kissed her. She made a surprised sound, but it was muffled by the insistent caress of his lips. His tongue forced its way inside her, easing another low moan from her.

Behind her, the mattress dipped slightly as Lars climbed onto the bed. She stiffened, more in anticipation that in unease, but then Finn’s hand twined into her hair and yanked her head back. She stared up at his face, her mouth open and lips still tingling furiously from their kiss.

Lars pulled her legs apart more than a foot. Her chin quivered, but she tried to maintain eye contact with Finn, hard as it was. Releasing her, Finn tore his shirt over his head and then stepped out of his sweats and boxers. Naked. Dick standing proud from his body.

And then he stepped closer, putting that glistening tip less than an inch from her mouth.

She must have breathed on him, because he shuddered and gripped his dick, stroking it. Keeping it at that same tantalizing distance. She could feel heat coming off of him—it strobed over her lips. She licked them, and Milo bucked forward as if his body had done it without him wanting to.

Behind her, Lars ran his hands over her ass, and then yanked her cheeks apart. Cool air slid between her legs. Wetness oozed from her, and she shuddered as shame heated her cheeks. She had no idea what she looked like down there, what Lars was seeing.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Lars murmured. And that made her blush even harder.

“She is, isn’t she?” Finn said. His cock touched her lips just as Lars’s dick brushed against her entrance. Both slid in a quarter inch. Milo’s cock was warmth and so smooth, slightly salty. She sucked gently at him, gaze fluttering up. He looked mesmerized, his lips parted and jaw bunching as if he was clenching his teeth.

Lars inched inside her, as did Milo. Both filling her. She squirmed, bucked her hips hard into Lars. An orgasm sped toward her at the speed of light. So close that, when Lars had filled her entirely and his fingertips touched her clit a second later, she came.

Her orgasm forced a spluttered cry from her. It vibrated over Milo’s cock, and seconds later thick, bitter liquid filled her mouth. She gagged, both because his dick had struck the back of her throat and from the taste, but he simply tightened his hand in her hair and forced her to swallow or die from suffocation. She did, but sloppily. Some of that liquid dribbling down her chin while the last of her climax shuddered its way through her.

Lars was still fucking her. Slowly, lethargically. As if he had all day. And, to her shock, a deep ache began building almost immediately. Milo slid his cock from her mouth, using his thumb to wipe cum from her chin. And then slid that thumb back into her mouth as if it was precious and couldn’t be wasted. Her mouth watered around the taste and she shuddered violently, but she would have done anything for him then just to see that look of utter satisfaction on his face.

Lars fingered her clit, thrusting into her again and again. A second climax began building, but it felt as far away as a train at the end of a very, very long tunnel.

Until Milo took hold of her shoulders and urged her up to her knees. He wrapped her hands around his softening dick, and began stroking it. Showing her. Guiding her.

Her orgasm built up speed. And Lars hadn’t stopped. She could hear his panting behind her, more desperate than the thrusting of his dick. Milo reached under her like he had done before.

And god damn, that had been so fucking hot. Feeling his fingertips guiding Lars’s dick inside her? That had been what had put her in this semi-comatose state.

And now he did the same—grabbing Lars, using the tip of the man’s dick to find her opening while she stroked Finn’s cock back into a massive erection.

But, this time, he didn’t slowly feed Lars inside her. He grabbed the man’s dick and slammed it into her as soon as he’d found her opening. She gasped, floundering when that fist sent a shockwave through her. Then another. He was fucking her with Lars’s cock. She jerked him off harder, trying to match his violence with her own. Glaring at him despite herself, trying to communicate just how much that impact hurt—and pleasured—her.

Again. Harder. She cried out, feeling tears prick her eyes. Lars groaned loudly behind her, and his hands squeezed her breasts until her flesh oozed between his fingers.

Finn used his free hand to swipe a thumb over her lips, and then grabbed her jaw so he could kiss her.

Now she couldn’t breathe. Trapped between them, she couldn’t struggle. And that insistent pounding between her legs—inside her—didn’t stop. Her climax screamed toward her.

Lars came a second later. He slammed so hard into her that Finn’s teeth grazed her lips and brought blood to the surface. Again, Lars pounded into her, squeezing her breasts hard enough to bruise. Finn’s cock was back to its full size, hard as rock between her urgent hands. Lars yanked out of her, and something warm and wet spurted onto the small of her back. His dick slid between her cheeks and rested against the puckered flesh of her backdoor. Warm and pulsing, and still spurting out more cum as if the man had a truckload of it in storage.

And then Milo tore free of her hands and speared into her. He barely got in three violent thrusts, lips still stealing her breath and making her ache for him to split her open, before she came.

She screamed into his mouth. Lars rubbed the tip of his dick hard against that tight circle of flesh, sending pulsing tendrils of pleasure through her as Milo fucked her orgasm out of her. She had his shoulders under her hands. Fingertips slipping on wet skin. But her eyes were glued shut as her orgasm rocked her and made her quake around Finn’s dick.

His palm was on her clit, massaging her hard, forcing even more from her than she thought possible to give.

And then he came inside her. Stretching her around him as he buried himself deep inside her. His pelvis ground against hers as he tried to force every inch of him inside.

Lars’s fingers were around the base of Milo’s dick. She could feel them now, massaging both her and Finn. And then Finn groaned and thrust a final time, just as the last of her orgasm tore through her.

His lips had never left hers. He began kissing her again. Softly, and so slowly that she shuddered fiercely and almost wanted to move away in case she came again.

He stayed inside her. Lars encircled them with his arms, hands trembling as his breath warmed the back of her neck. Then the man kissed her spine, her shoulders, the side of her neck. Milo drew away from her.

His eyes were the crystal blue of a lake, gleaming above flushed cheeks and parted lips. She brought her fingertips to his mouth, touching his lips and trailing her fingers over him as he watched her. As Lars showered her skin with kisses so light, they could have been a dream.

And then she saw the red she was streaking over Finn’s face. She jerked, pulled her hands away. Curled her fingers against her palms.

Blood.

Her eyes twitched up to his shoulders. His chest.

She’d left furrows through his flesh. Some oozed with thickening blood, some barely more than a scratch.

Finn ducked his head, caught one of her fingers between his lips, and sucked it inside his mouth. Cleaning off the blood as he slowly, reluctantly, drew out of her.