Page 40 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

He rubs the head of his cock up and down my pussy until it notches there. His large hands pause just above my ass, warming my low back. I can’t figure out why he stopped, so I break the kiss to ask.

But his dark, hungry eyes ask a question of their own. Permission.

I give the slightest nod, and he pushes, entering me ever so slightly. I’m shaking—I need this so bad. My words are a needy whisper. “Don’t go slow.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he shoves me down his length, almost painfully. I love it. I cry out, and he groans, “Fuck, you’re too perfect.”

It’s all I can do not to laugh—me? Perfect?

But then he works his hips, rolling them in a way I don’t quite understand. He moves like strippers I’ve seen in movies. Rhythmic and graceful and fully in control. Pressing on my lower back only heightens it for me, like he’s lighting me up from the inside and the outside. I can’t keep up with him, and I’m breathless in moments.

Someone’s lips skate along my shoulder, their heat at my back. “Feel good, kitten?” Hunter growls in my ear.

“Yeah,” I whine. Every stroke hits something new and formerly neglected. How is he moving like this? Between the stripper moves and the tattoo, there is more to Theo than I thought.

And I want to get to know all of it. All of them.

Pain pinches at my heart, the reminder that this is temporary. The thought nearly takes me out of the moment, but Hunter pulls me back into it by biting my neck. A far better kind of pain.

He licks where his teeth were. “Adventurous tonight?”

I can barely speak, but manage the words “What’d you have in mind?”

Then, I feel what he has in mind—his cock at my rear entrance.

I freeze up, unsure. Theo, bless him, slows down. I’m not sure if he could stop if he wanted to. He asks, “What is it, doll?”

Hunter growls from behind me, “I want her ass.”

Theo’s eyes go sharp, and he looks at me. “What doyouwant?”

It’s always been a secret fantasy of mine, but I’ve never even done anal the normal way. Is it harder like this? For some reason, I can’t make myself say those words, though.

I swallow. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Only one way to find out,” Gage says. He’s lying on the bed next to us, stroking himself as he watches me. Funny—I’d lost track of him entirely.

Theo raises his brows, his body still slowly rolling through me. “How about it, doll?”

“We can try?—”

“Don’t worry,” Hunter says, his breath ghosting on my shoulder. “I’ll be careful. I’ve done this before.” Something wet and firm presses into me there, just a little bit.

This isn’t so bad—he felt way bigger in my pussy, but maybe that’s the difference in feeling back there. I can do this. I start to ride Theo harder, still trying to keep up with his strokes. It feels good. Different, but good, to have Hunter in my ass along with Theo in my pussy. The stretch of the two of them together is?—

“Okay, you’re lubed up,” Hunter says as he exits. “Ready for more?”

I whip my head over my shoulder as much as I can. “More?”

“That was my finger. When you feel pressure, just exhale. It’ll help.”

I turn back around to Theo with what must be terror in my eyes, because he says, “Take it easy on her.”

“Will do.”

And then, I feel it. Big, hard, stretching, verging on too much. “Oh god,” I whisper.

Theo says, “Hang on, Hunter.” He pulls me down, chest to chest, opening me up for Hunter. “This angle is easier. Trust me?”