Page 19 of Crush & Byte (Grim Road MC #9)

River

I awoke to pleasure so intense it had to be a dream.

Lightning flashed through the cabin windows, illuminating the room just enough for me to see Byte’s dark head between my thighs, his mouth working magic that had my back arching off the mattress.

A moan escaped my lips before I could catch it, my mind still foggy with sleep even as my body responded with absolute clarity to each expert stroke of his tongue.

“Oh my God.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life as wave after wave of sensation crashed through me.

Byte hummed against my pussy, the vibration sending sparks shooting up my spine. He gripped my thighs, holding me open to his hungry mouth as I writhed beneath him, already teetering on the edge of release.

“That’s it, honey,” he murmured against me, his breath hot against my slick flesh. “Come for me.” Flashes of blinding light followed by the boom of thunder built to a crescendo as Byte flicked his tongue just right, then sucked gently on my clit.

I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me. My thighs trembled around Byte’s head as pleasure consumed me completely. I might have screamed but couldn’t be sure over the pounding of my heart and the howling wind outside. My ears roared, my heartbeat loud in my own head.

As I gasped for breath, coming down from the high, I became aware of another presence in the room.

Crush leaned against the doorframe, watching us with an intensity that sent aftershocks rippling through my already sensitive body.

Jaw clenched, eyes dark with desire, Crush absently palmed his cock over his boxer briefs.

Flashes of lightning illuminated him in the background like some demon lover from hell.

He’d clearly been there a while and -- Goddamn!

-- him watching as Byte ate me out made me hot as shit.

Another orgasm battered me. And that was kind of what it felt like.

A beating from the inside. I was completely overwhelmed but there was no way I was missing out on anything they wanted to show me. No way in fucking hell.

When I’d had a chance to catch my breath, I gave Crush a weak smile he probably couldn’t see in the dim lighting of the night-light and the lingering storm. “Morning,” I whispered, voice raspy.

The corner of his mouth lifted in that half-smile that made my stomach flip. “Morning, baby,” The low rumble of his voice vibrated through my insides. “Sleep well?”

Before I could answer, Byte’s tongue swiped through my folds again, making me jerk. I was still so sensitive from my last climax that even his light touch felt almost too much. Almost.

“Byte,” I breathed, not sure if I was begging him to stop or continue.

“She tastes so fuckin’ good, Crush.” Byte lifted his head just enough to speak before diving back in, his tongue more insistent now.

Crush moved closer, sliding up the bed until he was beside me. “Is this okay?” he asked, his hand hovering near my face, waiting for permission. “Both of us here?”

“Yes.” I nodded, reaching for him. “God, yes.”

He grinned as he leaned down to kiss me, swallowing my moan.

Crush kissed differently than his brother.

Where Byte had been playful and exploratory last night, Crush was an all-consuming intensity.

His kiss, deep and commanding, nearly made me lose my mind.

He cupped my face, tilting my head to hold me where he wanted me as he swept his tongue into my mouth.

Between my legs, Byte slid a finger in my pussy, curling it to find a place inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

The dual assault of sensation was overwhelming in the best possible way.

All I could do was surrender. I should have been terrified at how easily I’d given in, but there was nothing inside me screaming “regret.” I knew, beyond any doubt, the only thing about this whole situation I could ever regret would be to not allow it to continue and embrace the sensations and the men with everything in me.

I was being worshipped by two men who seemed determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body.

Crush broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot where it met my shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire.

He squeezed my breast, kneading gently before brushing his thumb over my nipple in slow, teasing circles.

I couldn’t hold back my cries and needy whimpers.

Didn’t even try. What was the point? They knew how they affected me.

To deny them my appreciation would do us all a disservice.

“The noises she makes,” Byte growled from between my thighs, adding a second finger alongside the first. “Drives me fuckin’ insane!”

I’d never felt so wanted, so desired in my entire life.

Where Byte’s touch was clever and teasing, finding exactly the right rhythm to drive me wild, Crush had a masterful, consuming possession in every stroke of his hands.

The way he claimed me with each brush of his calloused fingers against my sensitive skin made me fall deeper and deeper under their spell.

They were so different, yet they complemented each other perfectly.

That’s when I finally understood how and why they would want to share a woman.

They didn’t care about the sex so much as they always worked as a team.

If their story about their parents had been true, it made perfect sense for them to claim the same woman.

“I c-can’t! It’s t-too much,” I cried, another orgasm building impossibly fast.

“You can,” Crush insisted, his lips finding mine again. “Let go, River. We’ve got you. I promise we won’t let you fall.”

Byte moved his fingers just right, flicking his tongue rapidly over my clit, and I exploded.

The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, radiating outward from my core until every inch of me was consumed by it.

I screamed into Crush’s mouth, my body spasming as waves of ecstasy crashed through me one after another.

Crush swallowed my cries, his kiss gentling as I rode out the aftershocks. Byte eased me through it, slowing his movements but not stopping entirely until I collapsed back against the pillows, completely spent.

“Holy shit,” I whispered when I could form words again. My limbs felt like liquid, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

Byte pressed a kiss to my inner thigh before moving up to lie beside me. My juices wet his mouth and his eyes were dark with his own arousal. “Good morning.” Christ, that grin of his should be illegal.

I laughed weakly, feeling oddly shy despite what we’d just done. “Wow.”

“The best way to wake our woman.” Crush grinned before kissing me again. He brushed my hair back from my sweat-dampened forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man his size. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks at his words. Outside, lightning flashed again, illuminating his face for a brief moment. The sharp angles of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at me made my heart stutter in my chest.

“You still with us?” Crush pressed a kiss to my shoulder, nipping slightly before kissing my shoulder again.

I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet.

I felt both completely relaxed and somehow still wound tight, oversensitive and eager for more all at once.

Crush shifted, and before I realized what was happening, he’d scooped me into his arms, lifting me against his chest as if I weighed nothing.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck.

“Shower,” he said simply, carrying me to the stairs.

They were narrow, but I knew Crush wouldn’t drop me.

I still trembled with aftershocks and all this emotion inside me.

In Crush’s arms I found safety in a way I’d never experienced before.

Byte’s too. And more caring from each of them over a couple of days than from everyone I’d ever known in my life combined.

Other than perhaps Mrs. Walsh, but she was sneaky. These guys didn’t do subtle.

As he carried me, I caught Byte’s eyes over Crush’s shoulder.

The desire I saw there, mingled with something deeper, more profound, made my breath catch.

This wasn’t just physical for any of us.

And as terrifying as that realization should have been, all I felt was a bone-deep certainty I belonged with both of them.

Crush carried me into the bathroom and set me on the cool vanity top.

The bathroom was small but with a very large walk-in shower that dominated one wall.

Steam already fogged the mirror above the sink.

Apparently, Crush had planned ahead for us.

Which made me feel that much more cared for.

Lightning flashed through the small window, illuminating the space in brief, electric bursts from the weakening storm.

“You good to stand?” Crush asked, his voice a low rumble that I felt more than heard.

I nodded, though my legs still felt like jelly from the intense orgasms Byte had given me. “I think so.”

Crush lifted me down carefully and paused to make sure I really could stand. I gave him a thumbs-up and he leaned in to kiss me before testing the water with his hand. He turned back to me and shucked his boxers before holding out his hand to me. I took it without hesitation.

I drank in the sight of him. Crush had a broad chest covered in various tattoos. I’d seen glimpses of his ink before, but now I could take in the full display across his pectorals and down his ribs.

“Like what you see?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but also vulnerability that surprised me.