Page 54 of Trouble
Declan pulls back and peers over his shoulder.
Teeth gritted, Cade gives us a silent nod.
“Show us,” Declan demands.
“Yes, please,” I whimper, practically melting in response to his rough tone.
As Cade lowers the phone and his hard cock comes into view, Declan swells inside me.
The sensations are overwhelming. The hard surface beneath me. The sight of both men. Declan’s rough calluses and thick length. It’s almost too much, yet I want so much more.
“Spit on your hand,” Declan commands.
Without taking his focus off us, Cade obeys.
“Now fuck your hand and imagine it’s Melina’s hot mouth. You can’t have her pussy because it’s mine for tonight.”
Cade’s lips tip up like he loves Declan’s dirty mouth. I mean, what is there not to love? Then he works himself, and god, the way his huge hand grips his shaft as he tugs on it adds a healthy dose of gasoline to the fire already blazing here.
Declan thrusts faster, still watching Cade, his breathing getting shallower, and when he turns back to me, he asks, “Can I play with your clit?”
“Please,” I beg, splaying my hands on the table and arching into him. I’m so damn close.
With a hand between us, he rubs small circles against my clit with his thumb, never changing the pace of his thrusts.
His grunts twine with Cade’s, creating a harmony that sends me hurtling toward release.
“Are you going to come for us?” Declan asks.
“Yes,” I pant, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. To watch both of my men.
He gives Cade a look. On the screen, Cade has slowed his jacking and is massaging the head, rolling his thumb over his slit, then following the move up with gentle tugs.
“How about you?” Declan asks. “Will you come for us?”
“I need a better angle,” Cade grunts.
Declan releases my hip and grabs for the phone. “Where do you want it?”
“I need to see you both.”
Fuck.Cade wants to watch Declan’s cock pumping into me.
Without needing clarification, Declan lifts me, gripping my ass with one hand and juggling the phone, and shuffles to the couch. He sets the phone on the side table and adjusts its angle. From this position, Cade can see our faces and our bodies as we come together.
“Just like that,” Cade rasps, jacking himself steadily again.
Declan rolls his hips in time with Cade’s movements, watching him watch us. When he zeroes in on me again, the desire emanating from him is so potent I think I may choke on it.
“Need your lips,” he says. This time he doesn’t wait for me to say yes before he presses his mouth to mine, his tongue teasing, our moans mixing.
When he arches back and lets out a guttural cry, I chant his name.
“Declan, yes, I’m coming.”
He thickens inside me and pulses, his jaw unhinged and a rumble low in his throat. His eyes flutter to the screen as Cade comes along with us.
But it’s not my name on Cade’s lips.