Wild Cherry: Menage Football Romance (Cherry Poppers Book 4), стр. 9

Problem was, I couldn’t tell if that made me easy or simply easy for them.

Legs spread open for Cade’s hunger and while kissing Jace, I headed toward my first orgasm by a man in a very very long time. It was embarrassing to think how long it had been.

It all seemed so...so...I broke our kiss. “What’s going on?” My head fell against Jace’s shoulder. “I don’t...Oh, Cade! What are you two doing to me?” I buried my fingers in his hair and let my eyes fall closed. Fingers dragged through her juices as he probed my tight hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Making up for lost time, baby. Enjoy,” Jace crooned.

My heels dug into the couch, and I pressed up.

Rough fingers slipped into the bodice of my dress and cupped the plush, soft skin of my breast. Cool air caressed over my hard nipple, and I arched into Jace’s hand. Neither of us could breathe. I didn’t know what was going on, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull away and walk away, though I knew it would be the right thing for me to do. Losing Cade last time almost broke me.

“We can’t be doing this. Why now?” I swallowed heavily, trying to gulp in as much air as I could before Jace reclaimed my mouth.

They didn’t give me any time to think, much less gather my scattered lust-filled thoughts.

Jace leaned forward, his hot mouth taking a hard peak between his lips and teeth. He bore down on my engorged nipples, shooting a spiked shot of pleasure and pain through me. I moaned and quivered.

“Yes,” I cried out on the razor’s edge of coming again. As much as I wanted their beautiful bulges feeding my pussy and mouth, they kept themselves from me.

“If you were ours, I’d want to see these pierced and carrying our gold.”

I issued a shaky breath at the dark, glittery dominance shining in his eyes and soaking his words.

Jace flexed a hand around my breasts, turning them pinker, more sensitive. I arched higher off the couch and found I craved the clamp of his hand around my breasts. Loved the feel of his rough fingers and slight burn.

“Jace,” I cried out. Right when I thought my nipples couldn't get any harder, he tightened his hold a fraction more, and I almost levitated off the couch with pleasure.

“Please! I need it. Your mouth, I need you,” I heard myself murmur over and over again.

A thick finger inched into my channel, and I rode Cade’s hand while Jace lavished my breasts with all of his attention. I cupped the back of their heads and held them both to me.

I had to be mad or possessed. Cade spread my wet lips and dove in, this time with an open-mouth kiss that nearly had me falling off the couch. I thrashed in their arms with wild abandon and when my orgasm hit, searing pleasure tore through me with a fire hotter than lightning.

Cade pushed to his knees between my legs, his face glistening with my arousal. His bulge drew my eye, and I nibbled on my lip.

Cade, never taking his gaze from mine, slipped a hand between my legs and dragged a finger through my juices. I watched as he brought it to his mouth and licked the tip clean of every drop of my cum.

Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Whatever expression I wore pulled a low rumbled laugh from Jace that had my clit pulsating all over again and my cheeks scorching. After what I just did, I don’t know how they could be any redder, but I felt the hot burn and saw the way Cade’s eyes landed on my cheeks. He knew how they both affected me, and I didn’t know how I felt about that yet. Why, I didn’t know yet. But I could delve deeper on that thought later.

Cade’s firm lips parted, and I never expected to hear his next words. Or, feel the hot gush of juices run down my thighs because of them.

“We need to do filthy things to you, Elle Morgan. You better run while you can.”

I swallowed audibly and pushed myself up. It took all my strength to peel away from their warm arms and stand, but I pushed past my lust-drunkenness. I had to. What would they think of me if I let this go any further? They were professional football players with all the success spread out at their feet. Versus me—waitress by weekend and office grunt by week. We didn’t belong in the same worlds.

Shaking no less than a leaf in a hurricane, I pushed to my feet. Dress hiked up past my ass and my thoroughly pleasured boobs on full display, my mouth hinged open.

What have I done?  With trembling hands, I made quick work of righting myself but I should have known they wouldn’t let me get far.

Both moved fast and swept me up. Locked away from the world in our small little nook, my college ex and his best friend cocooned me. Sexy, powerful. Not pretty in a polished way, but handsome with cowboy jawlines like the boys back home.

Cade leaned close, tucking me against him, his lips against my ear. I felt the ridges of their arousals into me. Jace from behind and Cade nudging my belly. “You can run if you like, baby, but this time we’ll find you.”

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Cade

I felt her heavy breaths and the caress of her hard nipples rake against my chest. Watching her pretty face shift from insecurity to full on lust captivated me. We watched as my words sank in, and the pretty blush on her face had pre-cum spilling to wet my briefs. I was tempted to spread her out between us right now and show her just how much I’ve missed her. Show her what she missed by running away.

My gaze swept over her delicious, curvy body. Curious hands tripped down my chest and slowly teased the over my belt buckle.

I drank in the