One Dirty Night

I yelped as his nose pressed in places it should never press, and his tongue—

Good God, his tongue.

I lost all function, all purpose, as he speared his tongue deep, deep inside me, drinking me down, licking where Hunter had just touched.

“How does it feel?” Hunter whispered as he kept me trapped in his arms, holding me tight for Nick to ravage me from behind. “Usually you don’t earn a reward like this until you’ve done something to deserve it, but…I suppose we can make an exception.”

Nick’s hands spread my ass cheeks, his nose going deeper, his tongue moving like a powerful snake over my entrance and clit. Forward and back, in and out. His rhythm pulled me into a whirlpool, making me drunk on pleasure.

An orgasm sprang from nowhere—coiling, gathering, spooling.

I couldn’t answer him.

My blood was too thick, too hot, too rich. This entire night had been one terribly tangled evening of foreplay, and I couldn’t hold back.

I’m going…God, I’m going to—

“That’s it. Surrender. You’re his to eat,” Hunter murmured. “His to devour. Feel what he’s doing to you, Ella. Every lick, he owns you. Every bite, he controls you.” Kissing my cheek, he kept me still as Nick’s tongue shoved me higher and higher, coiled me tighter and tighter.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, you dirty girl? You wanted to be trapped between two men who can’t help themselves. Two men who are quickly losing their self-control.” He sucked in a breath as I cried out and lurched forward into his arms, bracing against Nick’s tongue and the fireworks in my clit.

“He’s obsessed with you, Ella. I fear just how far he’ll go after months of fighting how much he wants you.” His voice darkened. “You’ll walk out of here bleeding, that’s a guarantee, but you’ll also fly on wings made of pure pleasure.”

“Fuck,” I moaned as Nick bit me.

Little mewls and whimpers fell from my lips. Noises I’d never made before. But I wasn’t embarrassed. I was caught up in this magic; utterly bewitched by this night.

I spread my legs until my ankles threatened to snap in my heels. My entire body quaked, and sweat misted my skin as Hunter held me prone, and Nick fucked me with his tongue.

His teeth caught my clit again.

This time, I screamed.

Falling all the way into Hunter’s arms, I surrendered to the vicious licking and blatant claiming of another man.

My orgasm reached the pinnacle of pain.

The first band of my release cut into me like the hottest, sharpest blade. I held my breath. I saw nothing but stars. I teetered on that blistering edge of falling.

But then…

Nick stopped.

And slid my underwear back into place.

“No,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Finish. Please…”

“Speaking out of turn will earn you a whipping,” Hunter scolded, wiping away the sweaty mist on my temples. “Say thank you instead of complaining.”

I shook my head, trembling, quaking, broken beyond repair as my frustrated release seethed in my core. “Nicholas.” I looked over my shoulder. “Please.”

“Thank him,” Hunter commanded.

“I’ll thank him when he puts me out of my misery,” I snapped. “Nick. Make me come. I beg you.”

With a grunt, Nick stood and wiped his mouth before his hands landed on my dress zipper.

“Do what Hunter told you, Ella. I want to hear you say the words ‘Thank you, Nick, for your wickedly talented tongue. Thank you for eating me out better than anyone else has before. I’m so grateful to be the one you decided to taste.’”