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Not fully.
Barely both heads, but I suck and lick. I run my tongue between them and take first Lachlan, then Van into my mouth.
Behind me, Van’s arms close around my hips and I’m pulled all the way down on his face. My entrance is breached by his tongue as I take his best friend’s cock down my throat.
“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” I tell Lachlan as I repeat the devouring of penises to Van’s shaft.
He says nothing, gaze too transfixed by the sight of my fist squishing his appendage against another man’s. By the tongue I sweep over both heads. I don’t miss when he rolls his hips forward. When he starts pumping into my grip. I’m careful not to make eye contact as he meets my motions. I say nothing as his balls rub over Van’s. The way both of them look so good like this.
Maybe something’s wrong with me, but I am so turned on by the sight and the steps that follow after I nearly miss when Lachlan grunts his approach.
Moving quickly, I nudge him against Van’s back entrance. Not penetrating, but when he comes with a snarl of my name and sprays all that thick, hot cum, it fills Van’s opening. It splatters up the taint and across his thighs.
Both men growl, but I’m preoccupied by the mess and the fact that neither have pulled away still. Not even when I slip my whole hand across the glob, smearing it over Van’s balls, his cock. I rub it over his taint and back ... back to sink one sticky finger into his back channel.
“Everly!” Van’s snarl is torn and tattered.
His cock jumps in my pumping fist. His entire body shudders and stiffens simultaneously as I sink deep to find the knot.
“Cum for me, Van,” I pant, matching the drives of both hands.
“What the fuck are you...? Fuck...” but his words are torn and breathless, and on the cusp when he swears again and bucks under me.
His fingers dig into my hips. His toes curl in the air as his thighs quiver under Lachlan’s steady hold. His opening contracts, sucking greedily on my fingers as I get him close using his friend’s cum as lube.
I know he’s close when his body bows and the veins along his shaft pulse.
With a hiss of my name, he sprays my chest. My collarbone. My breasts. I keep pumping until the last tremor has left him and he slumps on the mattress.
Very carefully, I extract myself ... entirely. I slip off his torso and gather up the sheets to pull around me. I watch the pair as Lachlan releases his friend’s legs and shuffles back as well. All that euphoria dulls as I wait for them to process and hate me.
I can’t.
I can’t watch them come to the realization that I’m a sick pervert. It’s our last day together and I had to go and screw it up.
Hating myself on a new level, I edge off the side of the bed and hurry from the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
VAN
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The room won’t stop spinning.
I stare at the stucco sprayed across the ceiling, my brain a blender of desperate chaos trying to process.
What. Just. Happened?
My chest rises and falls in rapid, shallow pants that seem much too loud. I’m acutely aware of the ache in my thighs ... and asshole.
Fuck me.
I mean, she kind of did. I guess.
“You good?”
The hesitant question reminds me I’m not alone. That my best friend, the guy who generously offered his cum to be used to penetrate me, is still on the bed with me. Still naked.
