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It was like time had stopped.

For several long seconds no one said a word. No one moved, or shifted, or even breathed. It was almost like a spell had been cast, and even the slightest motion might break it and cause the whole thing to just shimmer away.

Then, incredulously…

Kane started pumping me again.

Holy shit.

My body, which had been warm and flush from our lovemaking, remained utterly still. I stayed exactly where I was, staring at Maddox and Austin. Enjoying the gentle bounce of my lover screwing me from behind, even as the rest of the room remained cloaked in a strange, uncanny silence.

Maddox’s gaze shifted from Kane to me. The movement was almost imperceptible. But I knew it had happened.

Dallas… wait—

Heart racing, blood pumping… I motioned him over.

Dallas!

It was the tiniest of movements. A shift of the eyes, an upward jerk of my chin. But he moved. Slowly, unhesitatingly, he walked his way over to the edge of the bed.

Behind me, Kane kept sawing away. He let go of my chin, but kept one hand still wrapped in my hair. The other fell over my hip, squeezing gently, guiding me back and forth against him.

Maddox reached the edge of the bed, where I was at eye level with his crotch. I could see a bulge there, tenting out the material. Struggling against the silk-looking fabric, as he stood there transfixed.

I reached out with one hand… and slipped my wrist through the hole in front. My hand closed over something warm and heavy. He groaned softly as I pulled it out.

Holy shit Dallas…

His cock was beautiful. Long and straight and perfectly cut, I stroked it up and down a few times, getting the feel for it. Staring up into his ice blue eyes, I brought it slowly in the direction of my mouth.

“Fuck…”

Maddox’s voice cracked as I closed my lips around him. I heard a sharp intake of air. A hiss of pleasure.

No fucking way you’re doing this!

Once again, the voice in my head was wrong. I was doing it. And I was going to enjoy it, too.

I sighed softly as Kane picked up the pace again. He’d slowed down temporarily, giving me time to adjust. Allowing Maddox and I our moment together; the eye contact, the physical and even emotional connection as the gravity of what we were about to do actually sank in.

You’re fucking two guys. Two guys at once.

The voice in my head was right. I definitely was. And it was just as amazing as I thought it would be. Every bit as arousing and sensual and yes, even beautiful, as I’d fantasized it could be… through all the years I’d wondered and imagined it.

Kane rolled his knuckles, his fist going tight in my hair. I felt wonderfully dirty. Incredibly arousing as he applied a gentle forward pressure, pushing my head down around his friend’s cock.

Christ, have they done this before?

It didn’t matter to me either way. Deep down I’d always wanted to try it. I even had a boyfriend who suggested the idea a few years back, toying with the idea several times while fucking my brains out.

Only he’d never followed through. He always chickened out. Our quest for a third had died before it even began, and no matter how many times we screwed while talking about it, the whole thing had always remained a fantasy.

But not now…

No, definitely not. Right now I was living the moment. Enjoying the naughtiness of one lover drilling my pussy while another slid down my throat. I was being slowly spitroasted; the terminology being something with which I was oddly familiar. Spitted between between two amazingly hot men, with incredibly hot—

Maddox pulled himself from my mouth with a wet plop. I looked up, wondering if they were going to switch positions…