Ford smirks, slow and sure, like he knows exactly what he’s done and is damn proud of it. That dark, dangerous edge is back in full force, glittering beneath the surface of his cool exterior.
And me?
I’m still trying to remember which way is up.
“I think Wes is feeling left out,” Ford murmurs, licking his teeth. He nudges me toward him, and Wes lifts an eyebrow, eyes locking with mine. A lazy smirk plays at his mouth, but those gray eyes are as sharp and assessing as always.
I hesitate, just for a second. I can feel the edge of the cliff now; where everything I thought I knew slips away and something else takes over. This is the kind of moment that rewrites things. The kind that lingers.
The moment I start to lean forward, Wes dives in to close the remaining distance between us. His lips brush against mine, softer than Ford’s. Slower, but not sweet. It’s calculated and intentional, intimate in a way that makes my skin buzz. His tongue slides into my mouth, unhurried but thorough, like he’ssavoring the taste of it, eager to find whatever secrets I’m hiding behind my teeth.
It’s a completely different kind of possession– where Ford devours, Wes unravels.
His fingers slip into my hair, gently tugging me closer, anchoring me there as the kiss deepens. I give in to it, to the pull of him, to inevitability of it all. My body comes to life beneath his hands like it’s been waiting for this, and even though it’s just the two of us, IfeelFord watching.
Awareness prickles along my skin like heat from a fire that’s too close. The quiet, consuming intensity of his gaze says that he’s letting this happen.Makingit happen. And it’s messing with my head in a way I should probably fight, but don’t. I’m kissing Wes like I’m starved for it, because somewhere beneath the alcohol and adrenaline and the chaos that is these two men, something inside mewantsthis. Wants to fall. Wants to burn.
Wes pulls back to look at me, his breath warm against my lips. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something intensely fierce and possessive gleaming behind his calm exterior. My lungs feel starved, my chest tight. My body’s humming, alive with want and confusion and just a tinge of fear.
I reach for the whiskey again, my hand trembling slightly as I pick up the bottle and take a long drink. It scorches down my throat like fire, but it doesn’t help settle my nerves.
Wes leans back, still watching me with that lazy smile. Ford hasn’t moved. His eyes are dark, intense and unreadable as ever. I have no idea where this is going, but I’m suddenly dying to find out.
Ford pulls me into him again, and this time, I’m ready for it. His hands roam down my body, rough and eager, squeezing my breasts through my shirt as Wes kisses along my neck. It’s all happening at once, a flurry of sensation, and I’m shocked at how much I want it; how much I wantthem.
I gasp as Ford’s fingers meet my bare skin, snaking up under my shirt, pulling it up while Wes grabs for the hem. They’ve got me cornered on the couch, and I surrender to it, letting them strip the shirt off over my head. In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t give in so easily. But I’m suddenly on fire, every nerve lit up and aching for relief.
They don’t waste any time. Ford’s on me like the crush of a storm, his lips bruising mine, his hands everywhere. Wes’ touch roams over my body, fingers deftly unfastening the clasp of my bra and slipping it off. He leans down over my chest and his lips close around my nipple, sucking the stiff peak into the heat of his mouth.
“She’s got the best tits, doesn’t she?” Ford groans as he pulls back to watch what Wes is doing to me, palming the front of his jeans. “You should try fucking them, it feels incredible.”
A fresh wave of heat burns through me at the reminder of that particular encounter. I tried to convince myself I hated it at the time, but maybe I didn’t. Maybe part of me wanted it. Maybe I want it again.
“Yeah?” Wes chuckles, his voice vibrating against my skin. He looks up at me with a savage gleam in his eye, tongue circling my nipple. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”
I can’t answer with anything other than a moan as Ford reaches for my other nipple, pinching it sharply between his fingers. “Need to get it wet, first,” he murmurs, eyes flickering up to Wes. “Take your dick out, let her lick it a little.”
Before I can even blink, they’re both suddenly on their feet, pulling me up with them. I’m caught between the heat of their bodies, surrounded by muscle and masculinity. Ford unzips his jeans and shoves them down his hips, boxers slipping off after them. Wes quickly follows suit, and suddenly I’m standing topless between two Kings as they fist their huge cocks, wondering how the hell we even got here.
“Get on your knees, Ava baby,” Ford coaxes, his silky words wrapping around me in command.
Wes leans in, lips tickling the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “We know you want to.”
The room spins, the world spins, everything spins until the only thing that makes sense is dropping to my knees and going along with this utter insanity. I’m caught up in the rush, swept away in the madness of it all.
My knees sink into the plush rug, putting me at eye level with their hard dicks. It’s overwhelming to have them both crowding around me like this, but I’m salivating to taste them, to harness and control their pleasure. I lean toward Wes, lips parting to take him into my mouth, his responsive groan like a jolt through my body.
“Damn that’s hot,” Ford chokes, his fist flying up and down his shaft as he watches me swallow Wes deeper. “Take it all, Ava baby. Feed her more, Wes. Our little slut’s hungry for dick.”
His filthy words should sicken me, but instead, they spur me on, spit dribbling down my chin as I bob up and down on Wes’ length. Then I release him with a loud pop, turning my head toward Ford, dizzy with sensory overload. He helps me out by sinking a hand into my hair and guiding my mouth to the tip of his cock. Velvet glides across my tongue as I take him in, hollowing out my cheeks, sucking hard while trying not to choke around his girth.
Ford’s voice washes over me like a drug, encouraging me to take more, to let go. I work my way back to Wes’s cock, pumping Ford’s in my fist, then I switch again, the alternating rhythm as intoxicating as the liquor in my blood. My hands stroke what my mouth can’t take in, and I feel their muscles tensing, hear their breathing growing more ragged. My heartbeat is pulsing between my thighs, the obscenity of pleasuring two men at once driving me out of my mind with lust.
I’m choking around Ford’s dick when Raf kicks his bedroom door open. He throws it so hard against the wall that the startling crash almost makes me bite down, but Ford actually seems to like the graze of my teeth, shoving deeper into my mouth as the thud of Raf’s boots echoes down the hallway toward us. I push back against Ford’s thighs, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t let me until Raf steps into the room and sees exactly what he’s been missing, his body going rigid as he takes in the raunchy scene.
Ford pulls out of my mouth and I gasp for air, folding forward with my hands on my thighs.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Raf growls, dark eyes boring into mine.
