Page 301 of Conquered

“Oh,” I mumble, my cheeks heating as I chew my lower lip. “You sure they’ll be okay?” I ask, turning my head to be captured by his beautiful, emerald eyes. Shit, I missed them and will never grow tired of looking into their variegated depths. His lips tilt upwards, his hand coming up to cup the side of my face.

“Ash is the big, bad wolf, Pretty Girl, and Kai can more than handle himself. Don’t worry about them.” I nod, still chewing my lip, and he tuts. “You know what you need, baby?” he asks me, a decidedly wicked gleam entering the green globes as his lips tilt up in that panty-melting smile of his.

“If you say a distraction, I’ll…” I reply sternly, fighting the pull of my own lips as his go up in a Cheshire cat-like grin.

“You’ll come all over my face while you ride Jax reverse cowboy style? Okay, baby, as you wish,” he tells me, and I lose the fight, my body heating as the grin splits my lips at hisPrincess Bridereference. I made them all watch it when we were holed up at the warehouse apartment, confessing my undying love for Westley which Loki takes every opportunity to tease me about.

Loki lets go of my face, taking his phone out of his back pocket and hooking it up to the car’s sound system.Tidal Waveby Chase Atlantic starts to play.

“Loki,” I chastise when he slips into the footwell, which luckily is deep because this isn’t just your usual SUV, it’s a Knight car with seats that face each other in the back and plenty of room.

“Don’t worry, I made sure poor Tom can’t hear your cries this time,” he teases, grabbing my loose, harem pants and tugging them and my knickers down my hips.

I could fight, but fuck, I need the release, my body wound tighter than a spring. Lifting my hips, I let him take them off until I’m naked below the waist, only a tank top covering my torso. I shiver, but as it’s warm in the car so I know it’s not from the cold.

Heated lips caress my neck with a growl that hardens my nipples to aching points as Jax kisses my sensitive spots, setting my skin alight. I gasp when a hot tongue licks up my slit, glancing down to see Loki’s head between my spread legs.

Fuck, yes, please.

I give in, closing my eyes, and just let sensation take over, feeling in the moment. Hands and tongues caressing my skin and dripping pussy, Jax pulling out my breast and showering that with attention too. I drown in ecstasy, my fingers gripping Loki’s soft hair and pulling his face closer with a sharp tug as I come nearer to my release.

“Shit, Loki, don’t fucking stop,” I beg in a strangled voice, so bloody close I can taste the orgasm, my whole body trembling with my impending release.

And like the fucking angel that he is, he goes harder, licking and sucking, grazing his teeth on my clit until I explode, seeing white as I come hard all over his face. Jax slams his lips onto my own and swallows my scream of pleasure as fire races across my nerve endings, lighting me up like a firework.

I go boneless, slumping in the seat as I relearn how to fucking breathe again.

“One,” Loki says, his voice deep and so fucking husky that I almost come again just from the sound. I crack my closed lids to see his shit-eating grin, his lips and chin glistening in the passing street lights.

“One?” I question, my own voice raw, heat flooding through me when he bites his bottom lip.Why is that so goddamn sexy?

“We’re gonna make you come at least twice more before we get back, aren’t we, Jax?” he replies, and I swallow hard at the dark promise in his eyes.

“Sure are, Baby Girl,” Jax rumbles, his own voice fifty shades of fuck me now, it’s so deep and growling. “Now, come sit on my cock like a good girl.”

I take a deep, shaky inhale at his words, my heart still racing but Her Vagisty begging for round two.Who am I to deny royalty?I think as I glance over to see Jax has his pussy clenching dick out, leaning back against the leather seat as he leisurely pumps it in his huge hand. I sit up, intending to swing my leg over and ride him like Seabiscuit when Loki places a hot hand on my bare thigh.

“Facing me, beautiful,” he instructs, his eyes dark and nostrils flared as he licks that plush bottom lip. “I wanna see you impaled on that monster cock.”

I’d laugh at his use of my nickname for Jax’s dick if he didn’t look all kinds of sinful and horny as he speaks.

“As you wish,” I whisper back, that biteable mouth tilting up in a smirk as I repeat his words from earlier back at him.

Unable to help myself, I lean forward, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, my pussy clenching at the sexy as fuck groan that sounds in his throat. He grasps the back of my hair, pulling me forward more as he kisses the shit out of me, the sweet and musky taste of my release coating our tongues.

Firm hands grab my hips, manoeuvring me so that my legs are on either side of Jax’s massive thighs, my feet on the floor of the moving car. I go to pull back from Loki, but he fists his hand in my hair, holding on tightly as he uses his grip to push me back, not breaking our kiss.

A low, deep keen leaves my mouth, and Loki swallows it down as I feel Jax begin to push into my opening. It feels like all my synapses are firing, my pussy walls stretching toaccommodate him, although Loki paved the way with my first orgasm so that I’m nice and wet.

“Fuuuuck,” Jax groans in his rough as sandpaper voice, and my already hard nipples pebble further at the sound. I love that I can bring these boys to ruin with my body, just as much as they regularly destroy me with theirs.

My breath hitches and my eyes roll behind closed lids as Jax bottoms out, sheathed inside my wet heat and touching my fucking cervix. Loki finally releases my mouth, and I gasp with the intensity of Jax inside me. Sitting back on his heels, Loki looks at us with hooded, bedroom eyes.

“Now that’s a fucking beautiful sight,” he states, and my eyes dart down to watch him undo his fly, his rigid member springing free and making my mouth water at the drop of precum beading at the tip. “Time for that later, Pretty Girl.” He smiles smugly, pushing himself up onto the seat opposite and mirroring Jax’s pose.

I whimper as Jax begins to lift my hips, sliding me up his shaft until just the tip remains. He pauses, the sound of my racing pulse loud in my ears and vying with the sound of the music that cocoons us. The flexing of his fingers is the only warning I get as he slams me back down, and I cry out with how fucking good that feels. He repeats the move again and again until I’m a quivering, gibbering mess, the windows all steamed up.

“Jax, oh shit–fuck, Jax,” I pant, my nails digging into the backs of his hands as he relentlessly fucks me, harder and harder until I’m seeing stars for the second time.