Free BlowingitOff by Lexxie Couper

mouth down her throat to capture one nipple, biting
its puckered point with ungentle force. Pain speared into her core, so sweet
and exquisite she cried out. “Again,” she begged. “Again.”
    He did as she begged, his teeth closing on
her nipple at the exact moment Will’s teeth caught her clit.
    Another shudder rocked her, far more
powerful than the first. Far deeper and more carnal.
    She was close. So close.
    The two men continued to worship her body.
Will lapped and sucked at her folds, tormented her clit, teased it with his
tongue. Damon did the same to her breasts, first one then the other. She gasped
and grabbed at the duvet, eyes rolling back, head tossing from side to side.
Just when she thought she could take no more, that with one more swipe of
Will’s tongue or one more nip of Damon’s teeth she’d shatter, both men rose
from her.
    “No,” she protested, straining for them,
reaching for them. “No, please, I want—”
    “Shush, Masters.”
    Damon’s chuckled rebuke had barely
registered in her pleasure-fogged brain before Will rolled onto his back,
taking her with him until she lay atop his length.
    Her heart beat faster. And faster still
when Damon moved behind her, his hands stroking over her arse cheeks. “Fuck me,
you really are wet, aren’t you?”
    He slid one finger into her slit, wriggled it deeper.
    “Oh Lord,” she choked out, pushing her backside into Damon’s
hands.
    Will nuzzled at the base of her throat, his cock pressing at
her clit. “Do you have lube, Pheebs?”
    Her heart didn’t beat faster—it jumped into hyper-drive.
They were going to…both of them… She nodded, incapable of finding her voice. It
was somewhere, lost in the constricting tension welling through her.
    With a mindless wave of her arm, she indicated the squat
chest of drawers beside the bed.
    The bed dipped and bounced as Damon climbed off it, only to
dip again when he returned seconds later. She heard him chuckle. “Ice Lube. Not
a fucking hope in hell it’s going to cool this fire.”
    Will laughed, his smiling eyes holding Phoebe’s gaze. “Funny
bugger, isn’t he.”
    She couldn’t answer, her voice still MIA.
    A slight frown pulled at his forehead. “Are you…do you…”
    He didn’t finish, and it was the sudden worry on his face
that gave Phoebe back the ability to form words. She tangled her fingers in his
hair. “I want you both inside me, William. Now.”
    The words fell from her in a raspy pant. But it was enough.
    Will’s nostrils flared, the frown replaced by a smoldering
desire so undeniable her pussy squeezed tight. “Okay.”
    He slipped one hand between their bellies, his fingers
parting her sodden folds, and then drove his cock inside her.
    She arched her spine into the penetration, head thrown back.
Damon’s hand gripped her hips and he pushed her farther down onto Will’s dick,
impaling her completely.
    “So tight, so tight,” Will groaned, gazing up at her. He
pumped up once, twice, three times.
    She hissed in a breath, grinding down into his thrusts. He
stretched her wide, so wide. Filled her so totally.
    “I could watch your dick in her cunt all day, Will,” Damon
said behind her, “if I didn’t want to do this more.” Fingers played at
her arse and, with a not-so-gentle tug, he pulled her cheeks apart and laved
his tongue over her anus.
    “Oh oh oh yessss!” She squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her
jaw. Ribbons of concentrated pleasure unfurled through her core, threading
together until the pit of her belly was a knotted ball of exquisite tension.
    Will cupped one breast, kneading it with growing force as he
pumped up into her. Damon lashed her puckered hole with his tongue, pushing at
the ring of muscle, tormenting her. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t—
    Damon’s tongue left her arse. Cool, thick moisture on her
entry replaced it, painted there with impatient fingers, and then Phoebe felt
something else. Something solid and warm and hard.
    Oh yes,