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Nicole

Once Landon gets me on the bed, his hands and mouth are all over me.

“You turn me into an animal, Duchess.”

I bite my bottom lip, enjoying how ravenous he is for me. It’s so easy to forget about life when I’m in a room with these two men.

Kerrington watches us from the doorway. There’s a longing in his eyes that makes me want to beg him to join us. So why do I keep my mouth shut?

“Fucking hell, Kerr. You did amazing on these.” He runs his fingers over the intricately knotted rope around my thighs. It’s snug, but not uncomfortable and I feel so sexy with them on.

He buries his face between my thighs, licking and sucking on me. Jesus, he’s too good at this. Already my body is hot and buzzing with arousal.

“You came inside her,” Trick states, after coming up for air.

“Didn’t think you’d mind.” Kerrington smiles at me from the doorway, giving me a little reassurance.

“Fuuuuck, the two of you on my tongue at the same time is incredible.” Landon goes back for more while I keep my gaze on Kerrington.

Shouldn’t I feel like a dirty whore? I fucked one man and I’m about to do it again with another. I’m dripping. Whimpering. Tied, clamped, and spread. I probably should feel ashamed for liking this so much, but I can’t find that emotion anywhere. All I feel is beautiful and wanted.

Cherished.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Landon tears his shirt off and starts unbuckling his pants. His eyes shutter with a dark need that makes my breath catch. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he does. It’s intoxicating. “I’m going to come inside you, so you have both of us in there at the same time.”

His words only crank my desires up ten thousand more notches.

I want them to fuck me, at the same time, in the same hole. What do I have to do to get that?

Now doesn’t seem like the time to ask. I want to give Landon a little one-on-one attention like I did Kerrington. But later I’ll beg for what I want most.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moan, when he works his way inside me.

Kerrington prowls over to us with his hands clasped behind his back. “How does he feel, Duchess? ”

“Big.” My back arches as Landon thrusts slowly in and out of me. Landon moves like a wave, surging and powerful, and he hits some kind of pleasure point deep inside me. I close my eyes, relishing every inch of him. “God, he feels so good.”

Bzzzzzz .

My eyes fly open when a strong vibration hits my clit, and I gasp.

“Just relax,” Landon says with a devilish grin. “Let us play.”

Kerrington holds the wand to my clit while Landon fucks me harder. I ride up the bed and slam my hands on the headboard to brace myself. The ropes dig into my quivering thighs. My nipples are getting too tender with the clamps. The onslaught of so many things happening at once makes me check right out. I can’t think. I can’t keep up. I can’t speak.

“She’s gonna blow,” Landon says, keeping his thrusts steady.

My lungs burn. A chill sweeps over me and my nipples fucking hurt so goddamn good. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my—”

The orgasm strikes me like lightning, sending shocks of pleasure zooming through me until white dots dance in my vision.

My nails break when I claw the headboard, trying to find some kind of purchase so I can hold onto my sanity. The climax seems to go on forever. Until I can’t feel anything. I can’t see. I can’t hear.

Then I fucking climax again.

It’s enough to break me into pieces. My heart pounds in my chest painfully. I’m hot and cold. Floating and sinking.

Landon’s mouth crushes against mine, and I realize I’m in his lap, riding him. Have I become possessed? What the fuck is happening?

“That’s it, Duchess.” He grips my hips and rocks me harder. “Take what you need.”

The friction on my overly stimulated clit makes me want to cry, and yet I can’t stop myself from rubbing harder, grinding against this man like he’s my personal pleasure toy.

“Come inside me,” I wheeze. “Please. I want to feel you fill me up, Trick .”

He grabs my hair and pulls it, then kisses down my neck and sucks at my collarbone while I swirl my hips aggressively. It’s the perfect combo of gentle and rough. He’s so deep inside me, he’s hitting my cervix, and I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.

“Come around my cock one more time and I’ll give you what you want, Duchess.”

“I… I don’t think I can.” I’m so spent, there can’t be anything left to give him.

“Yes, you can, baby,” Kerrington encourages from somewhere in the room. “Be our good girl and do what you’re told.”

“Fuuuuck,” Landon growls. “She just squeezed me so hard.”

“That’s it,” Kerrington coaxes me. “Grind on him, Duchess. Use his big cock however you want and give us one more.”

“Fuck me like a whore,” Landon says against my ear.

My body tightens, and I clench around his dick again, making him groan.

Something takes over me. The power I have here is indescribable. Being able to give these two what they want is a heady fucking thing. The sex fog in my brain lifts a little and I decide to play.

Swirling, bouncing, grinding, undulating, until I get Landon to where he’s shaking, I laugh and bite his earlobe.

“Fucking hell, woman.” He tips me over and fucks me hard and fast. “Come for us.”

“N-n-n-no.”

Holy shit, he’s in turbo mode.

“No?” He slows down and pinches one of my nipples, making me cry out. “Try that again, Duchess.”

“N-not gonna… come… until you do…”

Landon looks over at Kerrington with a wry smile. “Oh, she’s fun.” Then he turns back to me and cocks his brow. “Beg me.”

The brat in me comes out in full force and I flip him the bird.

Kerrington busts out in laughter while Landon grips my hips. “Big mistake, Duchess,” he says, but I know he’s teasing me .

Landon pulls out and turns me over. After cracking my left ass cheek with his palm, he thrusts inside me again. Then he grips my hips so hard, I know I’ll have bruises.

It feels divine.

Rocking back into him, I meet every one of his thrusts, until I don’t think I can hold back any longer. He’s… fucking hell… he’s hitting something in my body that makes me…

“Oh my god!” I scream while squirting all over the mattress.

Landon roars with his release, filling my pussy with hot cum. I collapse into the mattress, the soaked sheets not even registering as I try to catch my breath.

Someone rolls me over onto my back. Landon .

“You okay?”

I have no idea. “Yes?”

“Stay still for us, baby.” Kerrington unties the ropes on my legs.

Landon holds my cheek and kisses me. “You did so good for us.”

The praise makes me want to do it all over again immediately. But my arms and legs are al dente spaghetti noodles. I’d never be able to hold myself up for round two.

“The blood is going to rush back to your nipples. It’ll hurt, but the pain won’t last long. Ready?”

Nodding, I bite my bottom lip, already sad that they’re undoing all these things on me. It’s like I’m being stripped of the title Duchess and getting turned back into Nicole, piece by piece.

Landon carefully unclamps my right side and the blood rushes back to my hardened nipple. I cry out from the pain, and he quickly sucks it into his mouth. The ache doesn’t stop, but it’s manageable.

Tears stream down my face.

Why am I crying?

Holding Landon against me, I focus on the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue as he twirls it around my sore skin. When he pulls back, I let him.

“One more,” he says in a soft tone. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

The pain and surge of blood and suckling happens all over again, but knowing what to expect, this second time isn’t as bad. My legs ache and belly cramps. I feel like I just went from soaring in the clouds to a crash landing on rocks.

I’m coming down from my high at an alarming speed.

“She’s shaking,” Kerrington announces, like we all can’t see it.

Have I turned into a vibrator? The shakes are awful and I’m so confused. Laugh-crying, I can’t grasp a single emotion to focus on. There’s too many at once, jamming in my throat and rattling out of my body .

The room tips.

My vision darkens.

“I can’t feel my face.”

“We’ve got you.” Landon scoops me up and places me in his lap. “You’re in a sub drop, sweetheart. Kerr, get her water.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” Kerrington runs his hand over my hair and kisses the top of my head. “But I’m going to get some water from the fridge, and I’ll be right back. Count to five for me, nice and loud.”

“One…” I watch him turn. “Two…” My body won’t stop shaking and I’m all wet and sticky. “Three…” He vanishes out of my sight. “F-f-four.” Tears fill my eyes. “Five.” Kerrington enters the room holding a bottle of water.

“Beautiful,” he coos, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. “Look at you, being such a good girl.”

His praise keeps fucking me up. I love being called a good girl as much as I love Landon telling me I’m a whore. How can I be two things at once?

“Talk to us,” Kerrington says.

“Take three sips of water first,” Landon orders. His arms are snug around my body, caging me in a warm, safe space.

Kerrington holds the bottle to my lips, and I do what I’m told.

“I’m so proud of you.” Landon finger-combs my hair. “Can you take one more sip for us? ”

Easy.

“Amazing,” he says with a big smile.

All the chaos riding my system slows down. My energy is gone. Taking deep breaths, I rest my forehead on his shoulder with my eyes closed and stay in his lap until I hear running water in the bathroom.

“I want you to take a bath.” Landon grips my shoulders and pushes me back so he can see my face. “Think you’re up for that?”

“I’m up for anything you want me to do.”

His smile takes up all the space in my heart. “Good to know.”

He cradles me in his arms and carries me into the bathroom where Kerrington is diligently lighting candles. There are bubbles in the water and the sweet smell of lavender wafts in the air.

“You guys sure love your baths,” I tease as Landon helps me into the tub.

“We love anything that lets us pamper the other,” Kerrington says.

They both strip down and I’m momentarily stunned by their beauty. Thank God for big soaking tubs.

Kerrington slips behind me while Landon sits across from us. Our legs are all tangled and the water rises so high, it sloshes out a little. Not that any of us care.

Laying against Kerrington, I close my eyes and sigh .

We stay quiet for a long time, just basking in the sheer delight of just being.

Being together.

Being comfortable.

Being us.

“I don’t want a week,” I say quietly, almost hoping they don’t hear my confession. And maybe they don’t because neither of them speak. The silence makes my heart sink a little and I open my eyes to see Landon staring at me with a blank expression.

“How long do you want then?” he asks with an overwhelming amount of caution in his tone.

“I don’t know.”

Because asking for forever would be too fucking selfish. Besides, they’ll tire of me sooner rather than later and kick me to the curb. If I’m the one to put an expiration date on this, at least I’ll have some semblance of control over my heart break when it’s over.

“What about Japan?” Kerrington says, adding more chill to the air than Landon’s tone has.

Japan. I’d momentarily forgotten about that. I’m such a fool. “I don’t know.”

Kerrington’s sigh makes me want to hide. Landon looks away, clenching his jaw.

“I’m turning into a prune,” I eventually say, climbing out of the tub.

If I’m the first to go, they won’t see how desperate I am to stay.

Right?