Fever by Maya Banks Page B

contracting around him. The pressure was unbelievable, her
    pussy suddenly the tightest fist. He didn’t know how the hell he was going to move, but he figured
    he’d let Ash do most of the thrusting.
    “Christ, she’s tight,” Ash breathed out. “I knew this ass would be sweet, but this is unbelievable.”
    Ash came to a stop, fully embedded. He leaned over her back, nuzzling against her neck, giving her
    time to adjust to the sensation of having two cocks buried in her at once.
    “What do I do?” Bethany whispered. “I mean, what am I supposed to do? I feel like I can’t even
    move, that if I do, I’ll come apart.”
    Jace cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb in a soothing manner over her cheekbone. “You don’t
    have to do a single thing, baby. We’ll do all the work. I just want you to relax and enjoy the ride.”
    “Okay,” she breathed. “I can do that.”
    Ash eased back, causing her pussy to ripple over Jace’s cock. He clenched his jaw, inhaling
    through his nose as he fought off his release. Then Ash pushed forward, gentle and slow. Bethany
    moaned and leaned farther into Jace, her breasts nearly touching his chest.
    Jace dropped his hands to her waist, curled his fingers underneath her ass and lifted slightly,
    arching up as he lifted. Soon, he and Ash found a rhythm they were well used to and they took turns,
    thrusting and retreating.
    “Never imagined this,” she said in a strained voice. “It was never this good before.”
    Ash chuckled. “Told you, sweetheart. You’ve been fucking the wrong men.”
    She stiffened momentarily and Jace wanted to kick Ash’s ass for bringing up what was evidently a
    tender subject for her. But then, what woman wanted to be reminded of the other men she’d slept with
    while she was fucking someone else? For that matter, the very last thing Jace wanted was to be
    reminded of the other men who’d possessed Bethany first.
    Jace lifted his head and took her mouth, kissing her deeply, mimicking his dick planting itself deep
    in her pussy. He curled his hand around her nape, tangling in her hair as he anchored her against his
    mouth, deepening his possession. He wanted to be as deep inside her in as many ways possible.
    Mouth, tongue, dick. He wanted inside her and not just physically.
    Her mouth moved up and down over his as Ash put more force into his thrusts. She gasped every
    time Ash bottomed out, the soft sigh escaping into Jace’s mouth. He swallowed them up, sucking in
    the air she breathed.
    His balls ached, his dick was engorged and rigid, ready to dive deep and explode. He fought it,
    wanting her with him, wanting to ensure she received pleasure before he took his.
    Ash’s hands slid around between her and Jace, cupping and molding her breasts. He tweaked at the
    nipples and her kiss became more urgent against Jace’s mouth. She wiggled and bucked, as much as
    she was able, stuffed full of two huge dicks. Jace knew she was close because she’d gone
    unbelievably wet, enabling him to thrust more easily.
    “It hurts,” she moaned. “But God, it feels so good.”
    “Hell yes, it does,” Ash agreed.
    Jace refused to leave her mouth long enough to say anything. He reclaimed it the minute she went
    silent and arched upward, planting himself to the balls.
    “Jace,” she whispered, his name swallowed up.
    But Jace had heard it and a surge of triumph scorched through his veins, sending him spiraling over
    the edge. She hadn’t called Ash’s name in the heat of passion. She’d called his.
    “Going to come,” he gritted out. “With me, baby. Let go now.”
    Her hands that had been firmly pressed to his chest suddenly left his skin and then dove into his
    hair, tightly fisting the strands. She returned his kiss, nearly savage as she took his mouth every bit as
    hard as he’d taken hers.
    Breathless, frantic, hot. Their tongues rolled and clashed, their lips arching and molding against
    each other.
    Her cry was sharp, echoing across the room.