Page 197 of Rising Heat

My breath catches hard enough that both of them feel it.

“I know.”

“Say it.”

Tyler anchors me against him while they wait.

My eyes find Mack first because looking at both of them at once feels like an excellent way to short-circuit whatever’s left of my brain.

“I’m yours.”

Then I turn enough to catch Tyler’s eyes over my shoulder.

“Both of yours.”

The room goes still around us.

Mack’s breath brushes my cheek as Tyler captures my mouth immediately, deeper this time, pinning me harder against his chest. Every inch of me feels overheated and completely exposed in a way that should probably scare me more than it does.

And I don’t want less of it. I want more.

Somewhere between the couch and Tyler’s bedroom, I stop keeping track of whose hands belong to who. Someone’s fingers catch the waistband of my pants while another hand stays firm at the back of my neck, and I barely remember crossing the loft because every few steps somebody’s mouth is on me again.

As soon as the bedroom door shuts behind us, whatever functioning thought I still had left disappears with it.

My shirt lands somewhere on the floor beside Tyler’s. Mack’s follows a second later, and my brain makes one last heroic attempt to remind me exactly how out of my depth I should feel.

But I don’t.

Tyler backs me toward the bed until the backs of my knees catch the edge of the mattress. I fall back instinctively, and he drops to one knee in front of me, making quick work of my pants before rolling me onto my stomach.

“Knees, trouble,” he commands, his voice dripping with lust.

I’m panting like a dog in heat already. I push up without thinking, arching back for him, and Tyler’s palm cracks across my ass hard enough to make my mouth fall open. A heartbeat later, the sting gives way to the glide of his hand as he soothes the heat he’d just left behind, his mouth brushing my skin.

Mack’s already against the headboard, broad and solid, moonlight tracing the lines of his chest and the ink winding up his arm. He pushes off the bedframe closer toward me, fingers curling around my jaw as he closes the distance.

I lick my lips as he guides his hard cock toward my mouth, smearing my lips with his precum.

“You’re gonna suck on this cock while Ty makes you come on his face,” Mack says like it’s already been decided. “Then we’re both gonna fill you up like the good little cum slut you are.”

I’m so wet it’s a miracle I’m not dripping onto the sheets.

I nod a little too eagerly, earning a wicked smile from Mack. Without another word, he glides between my lips with a low groan and my eyes close because holy fuck.

“I love this mouth,” he hisses.

I hum around him and feel him jolt slightly while Tyler settles between my thighs behind me. His mouth closes over me without warning, tongue pushing through my slick center while his nose presses deep between my ass cheeks, and the sound that tears out of me around Mack’s cock is genuinely obscene.

“Fuck, I love the way you taste trouble,” Tyler groans against me. “You’re my new favorite meal, you know that?”

I answer by pushing back against him, already shaking. I feel him smile against my pussy before sucking harder on my clit, and I swear my entire body forgets how to function. Mack’s fingers thread deeper into my hair as I take him farther into my mouth, my tongue tracing the underside of his cock each time I draw back while Tyler keeps up his relentless, sweet torture.

I feel my nerves gathering low in my belly just as Tyler slips two fingers inside me, working me open without breaking rhythm. The sensation makes me take Mack even deeper.

He drags in a sharp breath, his grip tightening as his hips press forward.

“Fuck. I wanna feel the back of your throat.”