his head and gave Liam a long, slow lick.
Oh, fuck. Her pussy clenched, her orgasm surprising her at the sight of them together. She couldn’t stop shaking, her pussy grasping at Elijah’s fingers, her body on fire.
Liam laughed, a husky sound of pleasure. “I think she enjoys that, man.”
“I think I do too.” Elijah’s tongue took turns—her folds, Liam’s cock.
She shook, the fact that she’d come twice amazing her, leaving her breathless, almost too sensitive. Liam eased up on her nipples, one hand moving to unclip the heavy mass of Elijah’s hair. When it draped on her thighs, she shuddered.
“God, you’re killing me.” Liam pressed against her, the angle almost impossible, bending him around so he could touch her, kiss her, and let Elijah lick him, lick her. She lost track of hands and fingers, tongues and lips.
All she knew was skin and heat and a raging storm. They were all there, together.
The lights went off with a pop, and she squeaked, the tiniest little scream.
“Don’t stop.” Liam moaned it out, and she heard the wet sound of Elijah sucking Liam in.
Oh. Oh, no fair. She wanted to see. She reached down, feeling Liam’s cock, which pushed in and out of Elijah’s swollen lips.
“Fuck. Oh, sweet fuck,” Liam said.
Elijah was a machine. He never stopped touching her, never quit working his fingers inside her. His hair slid back and forth over her thighs, and Liam rocked hard against her ribs and belly.
She could hardly see Liam, just the barest outline of his body as he moved, but she could hear what Elijah did to him, feel how he shook. Poor Elijah must be crazed, the air moving as he humped his hips against nothing.
Elijah moaned constantly, the sound muffled around Liam’s cock. She could imagine him taking her with his long dick while Liam fucked him. Oh, God, yes.
The boys both groaned as if they’d heard her, known her thoughts. Hell, maybe they had. Here in the dark with the wind of Satan rattling the windows, she could believe it.
“Shh. Shh, baby girl. It’ll…oh, fuck, Elijah…” Liam was trying to comfort her, she could tell.
Elijah bobbed faster. She felt his hair move around her, a living thing.
She reached out, fingers landing on Liam’s ass, cupping his butt. His muscles flexed, a long sound coming from deep in his chest.
Elijah moaned, cried out, and she knew Liam was coming. He was filling Elijah’s mouth, and she hated not being able to see it.
She leaned forward, lips finding Liam’s upper arm, tongue tasting his skin.
“God.” Liam sounded as Irish as Guinness and potatoes, now, his voice a lilting growl. “We need to make Elijah come.”
“God, yes.” She nodded even though they couldn’t see it. “He’s been so good to us.”
“He has. Come on, ’Lijah.” Liam pulled Elijah up on the couch, the shuffle of bodies awkward for a moment. She couldn’t imagine how it would work if they found a bed.
Elijah’s body dragged all along hers, the motion drawing a cry. Liam helped, holding them both, rubbing them all over each other. Elijah kissed her, urgent, needy.
“Rubber?” Needy, not stupid.
“I— No?” Liam grunted out a curse. “Elijah. Damn it, tell me you have a condom.”
“I have a condom in my wallet, man. My grandmother is a bit of a nut about it.”
“Thank God.”
They both chuckled at her fervent words, but damn it, she needed.
There was fumbling and laughing, skin slapping and the tear of the rubber packet. The boys worked together, and soon Liam cradled her body against his, her ass in the cup of his hips. Elijah pushed her legs up and back, his covered cock against her mound.
“Fuck me. I’m ready.” She was aching for it.
“Yes.” They both said it at the same time, and Liam pulled Elijah into her, a long, slow glide of flesh into her wetness.
Her body shuddered, stretching to accommodate the new pressure. He felt so hot, so long and heavy, his body arching against hers.
“Oh, lady…” Elijah
Oh, fuck. Her pussy clenched, her orgasm surprising her at the sight of them together. She couldn’t stop shaking, her pussy grasping at Elijah’s fingers, her body on fire.
Liam laughed, a husky sound of pleasure. “I think she enjoys that, man.”
“I think I do too.” Elijah’s tongue took turns—her folds, Liam’s cock.
She shook, the fact that she’d come twice amazing her, leaving her breathless, almost too sensitive. Liam eased up on her nipples, one hand moving to unclip the heavy mass of Elijah’s hair. When it draped on her thighs, she shuddered.
“God, you’re killing me.” Liam pressed against her, the angle almost impossible, bending him around so he could touch her, kiss her, and let Elijah lick him, lick her. She lost track of hands and fingers, tongues and lips.
All she knew was skin and heat and a raging storm. They were all there, together.
The lights went off with a pop, and she squeaked, the tiniest little scream.
“Don’t stop.” Liam moaned it out, and she heard the wet sound of Elijah sucking Liam in.
Oh. Oh, no fair. She wanted to see. She reached down, feeling Liam’s cock, which pushed in and out of Elijah’s swollen lips.
“Fuck. Oh, sweet fuck,” Liam said.
Elijah was a machine. He never stopped touching her, never quit working his fingers inside her. His hair slid back and forth over her thighs, and Liam rocked hard against her ribs and belly.
She could hardly see Liam, just the barest outline of his body as he moved, but she could hear what Elijah did to him, feel how he shook. Poor Elijah must be crazed, the air moving as he humped his hips against nothing.
Elijah moaned constantly, the sound muffled around Liam’s cock. She could imagine him taking her with his long dick while Liam fucked him. Oh, God, yes.
The boys both groaned as if they’d heard her, known her thoughts. Hell, maybe they had. Here in the dark with the wind of Satan rattling the windows, she could believe it.
“Shh. Shh, baby girl. It’ll…oh, fuck, Elijah…” Liam was trying to comfort her, she could tell.
Elijah bobbed faster. She felt his hair move around her, a living thing.
She reached out, fingers landing on Liam’s ass, cupping his butt. His muscles flexed, a long sound coming from deep in his chest.
Elijah moaned, cried out, and she knew Liam was coming. He was filling Elijah’s mouth, and she hated not being able to see it.
She leaned forward, lips finding Liam’s upper arm, tongue tasting his skin.
“God.” Liam sounded as Irish as Guinness and potatoes, now, his voice a lilting growl. “We need to make Elijah come.”
“God, yes.” She nodded even though they couldn’t see it. “He’s been so good to us.”
“He has. Come on, ’Lijah.” Liam pulled Elijah up on the couch, the shuffle of bodies awkward for a moment. She couldn’t imagine how it would work if they found a bed.
Elijah’s body dragged all along hers, the motion drawing a cry. Liam helped, holding them both, rubbing them all over each other. Elijah kissed her, urgent, needy.
“Rubber?” Needy, not stupid.
“I— No?” Liam grunted out a curse. “Elijah. Damn it, tell me you have a condom.”
“I have a condom in my wallet, man. My grandmother is a bit of a nut about it.”
“Thank God.”
They both chuckled at her fervent words, but damn it, she needed.
There was fumbling and laughing, skin slapping and the tear of the rubber packet. The boys worked together, and soon Liam cradled her body against his, her ass in the cup of his hips. Elijah pushed her legs up and back, his covered cock against her mound.
“Fuck me. I’m ready.” She was aching for it.
“Yes.” They both said it at the same time, and Liam pulled Elijah into her, a long, slow glide of flesh into her wetness.
Her body shuddered, stretching to accommodate the new pressure. He felt so hot, so long and heavy, his body arching against hers.
“Oh, lady…” Elijah
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