Page 131 of Stolen Faith
Through it all, he felt Izabel’s gaze on their faces. “I can’t believe you’re both mine,” she whispered.
Rowan continued to fuck Brennon’s ass until he said, “Enough. Need you.”
Rowan pulled his fingers out, drew on a condom, lubing it liberally; then he shifted until he was straddling Brennon’s legs. Izabel’s legs were bent, her knees brushing Brennon’s hips.
“God,” Brennon said, when the head of Rowan’s cock touched his ass. “I’ve never…with two people…like this.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Rowan slowly pushed inside Brennon’s tight ass, trying to decide if he’d ever felt anything so fucking amazing. He took his time because this was new to him, and he didn’t want to hurt Brennon.
Then he realized he was going too slow when Brennon started pushing back, trying to draw him in quicker, withdrawing from Izabel in the process.
“I love the way your pussy is clenching around me, Iza,” Brennon said. “Like it doesn’t want me to leave.”
“Oh, you can leave,” she replied, her hands sliding down to Brennon’s sides, gripping his waist. “As long as you come back. And don’t be afraid to make an entrance. The rougher the better.”
Brennon groaned. “Jesus. You two will be the death of me.”
Once Rowan was completely lodged inside, he stilled for a moment, and not just for Brennon. He was teetering on the edge, Brennon’s ass gloving his dick so tightly, that he realized there was a real danger to him being the one unable to make a good showing. He’d never—NEVER—felt anything quite like this.
“Ready?” Rowan asked the two of them once he’d regained a modicum of control.
“God, yes,” Izabel whispered, while Brennon merely nodded, words clearly failing him.
Rowan withdrew until just the head of his cock remained, then he pushed in, hard and fast. His thrust pushed Brennon deeper into Izabel, who gasped.
After that, their fucking took on a life of its own, Rowan thrusting in and out, Brennon matching his pace and rhythm, driving into Izabel on Rowan’s backswing, then pushing his hips back toward Rowan on his return.
The temperature in the room spiked, a bead of perspiration sliding down Rowan’s cheek.
Throughout it all, Brennon grunted, his body shaking with the need to come.
“Fuck,” Brennon cursed after several minutes. “I can’t…I’m gonna…” That was all he managed before he slammed into Izabel one last time, his ass clenching around Rowan’s dick as he came. Izabel threw her head back, her own orgasm striking hard, as she called out Brennon’s name and his.
Rowan couldn’t have stopped himself from coming if his life depended on it. Not when he listened to his lovers in the throes of passion, their bodies writhing in pleasure. His balls tightened and he fell over the cliff with them.
Dove off the cliff was more like it.
His grip on Brennon’s hips was too tight, probably bruisingly so, but he couldn’t let go because that hold was the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet.
Brennon’s climax faded first, his strength gone as he dropped from his hands to his elbows. Rowan was a bit concerned he was crushing Izabel, but she didn’t seem to mind, her hands wrapped tightly around his neck as the last vestiges of her own orgasm rumbled through her.
Rowan had never seen anything more moving than his lovers, wrapped in each other’s arms in the aftermath of…God…this hadn’t been just sex.
It had been earth-shattering, life-altering, a goddamn epiphany.
Brennon’s ass wiggled slightly, and Rowan realized he was still inside him.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
Brennon shuddered as Rowan withdrew and climbed off the bed clumsily. He felt slightly drunk—love drunk—as he staggered to the bathroom to throw away the condom and wash up.
Upon his return, Rowan stopped in the threshold between the bathroom and bedroom, leaning on the doorframe to study his two spouses.
Brennon had shifted to Izabel’s side, and she’d curled up in his arms, their eyes closed. Rowan didn’t think either of them was asleep, though he doubted they’d remain awake much longer. Their breathing had calmed, and they looked completely at peace.
“Come back to bed,” Brennon grumbled without opening his eyes.
Rowan grinned, crossing the room, taking the free side of the bed, which placed Izabel in the middle.