Page 86 of Princes of Sin


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“Still like it when we’re fully dressed?” he asks, his voice a dark rasp.

“Yes,” I tell him, lifting one leg over him as I straddle him. “I want to fuck you while Otto fucks my arse.”

Otto is already reaching into my bedside drawer for the lube, and when I look down at Lachlan, his mouth pops open in surprise.

“There’s no way–”

“Are you saying I can’t handle it?” I ask, smirking as I work his taut shaft out of his boxers. I stroke him a couple of times with both hands, and he moans. Otto’s hands come to my bra, and he unclasps it in an instant, pulling it off and baring my chest. This time, when the bra hits the floor with a heavy thud, he smirks as if he’s remembering when I held that very knife to his throat.

“We’ll break you.”

I narrow my eyes as I lift up and take my knickers off. When I line the head of his cock up with my aching core, I watch his face as I say my next words. “Maybe I want to be broken.”

I sink down on his cock a second later, and we both groan when I stop a few inches down. My heart hammers against my chest, becausefuck–he’s thick, and I can feel the stretch. It burns, yet along with the burn is a sense of fullness that makes my cunt flutter around his shaft.

“Fuck, pet,” he murmurs, hands flying to my hips. “I felt that.”

My mouth drops open when he presses up into me, and I can’t look away when his eyes flutter closed briefly.

“She feels divine, doesn’t she?” Otto murmurs. “Such a perfect little harlot.” He uncaps the lube, and for a second, I think of telling him I can’t possibly take them both. But when I look down at Lachlan, he’s looking at me like I’ve given him the world. Iwanthim to feel how tight it’ll be with them both inside of me. Iwanthim to feel the heavy press of Otto’s cock. And most of all, there’s nothing like taking two of them at a time–something I’ve only done a handful of times with Otto and Alex.

“Fucking divine,” Lachlan murmurs, jerking his hips up.

I cry out as he fully sheathes himself inside of me, and it’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, feeling Otto’s hand begin to caress the globe of my arse.

“That’s it,” Otto says slowly. “Get our whore nice and ready for me, pretty boy.”

“Stop fucking calling me that,” Lachlan grits out.

Otto chuckles. “You want to get me ready? Open your mouth.”

I feel Lachlan shudder at Otto’s words, his cock pulsing once. At least I know he’s not faking it. He looks over my shoulder at Otto, and his hands stay on my hips as Otto crawls onto the bed. He unzips his trousers and pulls himself out, tugging on his hard length a couple of times. When I look back at Otto, he’s eyeing Lachlan suspiciously.

“Go on, then. I don’t bite,” Lachlan growls, opening his mouth.

Otto lowers himself on my right so that his cock is hovering over Lachlan’s lips, and as Lachlan’s tongue flicks out and around Otto’s slit, I brace myself as I ride Lachlan, whimperingat the thought of Lachlanfinallygiving into whatever this is. He groans as Otto presses deeper into his mouth, and his hips snap up into me immediately.

Otto pulls out and smirks. “You sure you’ve never done this before? Even in prison?”

“Fuck off,” Lachlan rasps.

Otto chuckles as he moves behind me. I lean forward on my elbows to give him space to come behind me, and he straddles Lachlan’s knees. I hear him dispense some of the lube, and a second later, he presses a calloused finger against my back end.

“Deep breaths, princess,” he tells me.

My skin breaks out into a cold sweat. I take a deep breath to relax my muscles, and Lachlan pauses his movements to help me accommodate Otto.

“Slow,” I pant.

“Don’t worry,” Lachlan murmurs, his fingers digging possessively into my flesh. “We’ll take care of you.”

“I know you will,” I tell him, and he brings his hands to mine by his head. He threads our fingers together as Otto presses a finger into me.

“Fuck,” Otto murmurs. “It’s going to be a tight fit.”

“She can handle it,” Lachlan says, eyes locked on mine. It’s intense looking down at him like this, and my stomach erupts with butterflies when Otto inserts a second finger. “Our little fuckhole likes that. Her cunt is gripping me with every move.”