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Nicco did it again, before pushing the bra top down to scrape his teeth along the point of her swollen nipple. Ash slid up the bed to his side and did the same with the other cup, each of them teasing then biting and licking until Hanna was swearing under her breath.

Nicco didn’t know if he moved first or if Ash did or if they met in the middle, but then they were both kissing the same nipple, tongues and lips tangling around each other as they pushed Hanna higher and higher.

“So…beautiful…” Her words came out ragged and rough. “So beautiful together.”

Fueled by her words, and an explosion of lust he had been denying for far too long, Nicco grabbed Ash by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss, battling for power until Ash was the one with his hand in Nicco’s hair, tugging just too tight, until the bite of pain had his cock leaking against his riding pants, aching for release.

Hanna pushed up to sit, and Ash broke their kiss to pull Hanna in, and it shouldn’t have made sense, three tongues, three pairs of swollen, bee-stung lips, too many hands tugging and pulling at hair and clothes, but fuck it did, just natural instinct driving them all, until Hanna’s leggings were on the ground in a pile, Ash and Nicco’s shirts on top, three pairs of boots tossed to the side, and Ash’s fingers on Nicco’s buttons.

Nicco let out a guttural growl as Ash’s finger slid along his shaft. It had been one thing to let the steam cloak them in the dark as they pretended they weren’t crossing a line. But there had been no sensation in his life quite as overwhelming as Ash’s simple touch along his swollen cock.

Hanna and Ash seemed to be communicating without words, because her fingers tangled with his, until they were both pushing Nicco’s pants down, strong, rough fingers and smooth feminine ones sliding along his fabric-covered cock. Hanna leaned down and licked a line along his shaft, and Nicco’s hand came to her hair on instinct, tugging too tight. But she moaned into the bite of pain, and pushed his briefs down his legs.

Ash’s hand tangled with Nicco’s in Hanna’s hair, and he gently guided her toward Nicco’s swollen cock, and was there anything more erotic in the world than that strong hand and willing mouth and the exchange of power and control that made him want to confess every filthy fantasy he’d ever had?

Then Hanna’s mouth was on his cock, wrapping around the swollen tip and sliding slowly down his shaft, taking him deep and slow until Nicco was certain he was going to lose it, the control, the strength to hold on, everything but the sensation of her mouth on him.

“Go slow, baby,” Ash whispered. “Take every inch he has to give you.”

She pulled back from Nicco’s cock, her lips swollen, but her eyes full of the devil’s own mischief. “I can take every inch you have to give me too, Dashiel.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ash grinned, pulled Nicco in for a searing kiss, then gently lifted Hanna free and pushed Hanna’s back toward the bed, forcing her ass high in the air. She had always been so pretty, elegant and tall. But now she had the curves to match. The strong arc of her hips and ass, the sweet softness of her thighs, he wanted to explore it all.

But first, he wanted her to come on his tongue while she took Nicco’s cock down her throat, so he slid a finger along the damp spot on her panties. Hanna moaned, the sound going straight to Ash’s cock, and sunk deeper down. Ash leaned over and licked the cotton, the taste of her heady and rich then, before he could stop himself, he pushed her panties down and buried his mouth in her wet cunt.

Hanna moaned around Nicco’s cock, but Ash was barely paying attention. All he could focus on was the taste of her, the way she moved against his tongue, how she took one finger into her tight channel, then the next.

Ash leaned down, whispering loud enough for both of them to hear. “You’re going to finish for me, baby. But you’re going to bring him right to the edge.”

This time, he didn’t let up, just kept kissing and licking and fingering until Hanna was an incoherent mess in his hands, shaking and moaning, but still managing to take Nicco deep, deep in her throat, and then…

He flicked her clit at the same time he felt her begin to tighten around him and she arched and twisted, moaning and coming on his skin and lips, the aftershocks rioting through her as the pleasure took over.

Ash licked his lips. “So fucking delicious, Hanna. Sweet cherries.” He shifted slightly. “Want a taste?”

Nicco grinned, his eyes full of mischief and wanting. “Always…”

Then they were kissing around Hanna’s flavor, her pleasure mingling on their tongues and lips as Hanna continued to take Nicco’s cock between her swollen lips.

“Can you take us both, baby?” Ash asked.

Hanna didn’t lose her rhythm, just reached for Ash’s button and yanked at his pants, the both of them tugging until Ash’s cock sprung free, hard and swollen. She shifted down the bed, and pulled her mouth off Nicco’s cock and onto Ash’s, the sensation so intense Ash almost fell over the edge right then and there.

Hanna stroked them both, teasing her tongue and lips between them, pulling them closer. And when Ash looked up, Nicco was looking at him, a dark, needy gaze that shared a thousand secrets about all they had done, and all they could do.

And then Hanna was moving, just enough to sliver the space between them, until Ash’s cock, slick from Hanna’s wicked tongue, slid against Nicco’s.

The touch was overwhelming in the very best way, pure carnal need, the slippery pull of desperate, pulsing hardness against desperate pulsing hardness.

“Fuck, Nic…”

Nicco nodded, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. “So good, Ash… Jesus Christ, Hanna…”

In the next second, she was sliding between the two of them, pulling them closer so they slipped against each other while she sucked and licked.

Ash reached out and stroked one red curl behind her ear.