Page 23 of Crush & Byte (Grim Road MC #9)

I shivered in pleasure at his words, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear. Identical, hungry expressions made me conscious of both men watching me. Slowly, I slid the fabric down my legs, stepping out of them.

“Now get on the bed,” Crush continued, his voice a low growl that made me tremble in anticipation. “Show him how wet you are for him.”

Heat flooded my face, but I did as he asked, crawling onto the mattress and lying back against the pillows. I parted my legs, pulling my knees to my chest. The move left me feeling exposed and powerful all at once as Byte rolled over, his gaze dropping to my pussy.

“Fuck,” he muttered, muscles in his arms tensing as he held himself back. “You’re soaked already.”

“For you,” I whispered. “Both of you.”

That seemed to break something in him. With a groan, Byte moved over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. His mouth found mine in a kiss that was all hunger and heat. I arched against him, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“That’s it,” Crush encouraged from his chair. “Show him how much you need him, baby.”

Byte’s hand slid between us, finding me slick and ready. He circled my entrance with his fingers, teasing me until I squirmed beneath him.

“Please,” I gasped against his mouth.

“Please what?” Byte pulled back just enough to look down at me, his expression a mix of desire and something deeper, more tender. “Tell me what you want, River.”

“You,” I said simply. “Inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

He reached for a condom from the nightstand -- when had that gotten there?

-- tearing the packet open with his teeth before discarding the packaging and rolling the thin sheath on his cock with shaking hands.

It kind of made me feel less like an innocent girl next to these two when I saw Byte’s small show tell.

I forgot to be nervous or embarrassed when Byte positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, seeking access.

“Look at him while he fucks you,” Crush instructed, his voice tight with restraint. “Watch his face when he slides inside you for the first time.”

I did as Crush ordered, keeping my gaze locked on Byte’s as he pushed forward, stretching me in a slow, delicious burn. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted, and a flush spread across his cheekbones as he sank deeper.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So fuckin’ tight. Fuckin’ perfect.” Byte started a slow, deep rhythm that had me clutching at his shoulders.

I dug my nails into his back, meeting his hips with an upward thrust of my own.

“Fuck her harder, Byte,” Crush commanded from across the room. “She can take it. Can’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned, arching to meet Byte’s increasingly powerful thrusts. “Please, Byte. More.”

He complied, his movements becoming more forceful, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust, feeling the pressure building inside me with every stroke.

“That’s it,” Crush’s deep voice rumbled. “You take him in that pretty pussy of yours. Take him and make him come.”

Byte wrapped one arm around my back, holding me to him tightly as he drove into me with increasing urgency. His other hand pinned mine to the mattress when he laced our fingers together beside my head.

“Close.” His rhythm faltered slightly. “So fucking close.”

“Do it, Byte,” I whispered, squeezing his cock with my pussy deliberately. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

That was all it took. With a strangled groan, Byte thrust deep and stilled, his body tensing against mine as he found his release.

His cock pulsed inside me, emptying his cum inside the condom.

Inside me. I watched in fascination as pleasure transformed his features, his eyes squeezing shut, head thrown back.

I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

He collapsed against me, his weight a comforting pressure, his breath hot against my neck as he panted. I stroked his back, loving the feel of his sweat slickened skin. His heart beat rapidly, the steady thump pounding my chest where we pressed tightly together.

“Holy shit,” he muttered against my collarbone, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. “ Holy shit !”

I smiled, a deep satisfaction filling me that had nothing to do with my own release and everything to do with his pleasure. “Like that, huh?” I couldn’t help but giggle when Byte shuddered against me and groaned again.

“I’ll say.” Byte found my lips again, kissing me over and over. It felt like praise, like he was thanking me for the pleasure I’d given him.

Across the room, Crush shifted in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight. When Byte ended our kiss, I turned my head to find him watching us with a hunger that made my breath catch. His eyes met mine, dark and full of promise.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said, rising from his seat. “It’s my turn.”

Byte rolled to the side, his chest still heaving with exertion, but his eyes alert and fixed on his brother. Crush approached the bed with deliberate steps, each movement controlled and predatory. My skin prickled with anticipation.

I started to sit up, but Crush grabbed my hips and flipped me to my belly. “On your hands and knees.” The command was issued with quiet authority that brooked no argument. The thought of being positioned exactly how he wanted me sent heat flooding through my already sensitized body.

Byte shifted to make room, propping himself against the headboard as I rolled over and pushed myself up on trembling limbs. My body still hummed from my encounter with Byte, muscles pleasantly fatigued, but a new surge of adrenaline had my heart racing.

Crush’s hand trailed down my spine, a featherlight touch that made me arch like a cat. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his palm coming to rest at the small of my back. The mattress dipped as he knelt behind me, his thighs brushing the backs of mine.

He bent forward, wrapping an arm around my waist. His chest pressed against my back as he gathered my hair in his other fist, pulling just enough to tilt my head back so he could see my face.

“You want this?” he asked, his lips at my ear. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him instinctively. “God, yes.”

He released my hair, his other arm sliding from my waist to grip my ass and hold me still.

Crush caught a condom Byte tossed to him.

Tearing it open, he let go of my ass long enough to roll the condom over his cock.

I resisted the urge to look back, focusing instead on the sensation of cool air against my heated skin, the anticipation building in the pit of my stomach.

“She’s perfect like this, isn’t she?” Byte asked from his position against the headboard. He’d recovered enough to prop himself up, watching us with hooded eyes and a lazy smile.

Crush answered with a sound that was half growl, half agreement. He gripped my hip again and guided his cock to my pussy. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, just as thick as Byte’s, stretching me in a way that walked the exquisite line between pleasure and pain.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he pushed forward, the slow, inexorable pressure making me clutch at the sheets. “Oh God, Crush!”

“Take it,” he rumbled, his voice strained as he continued his careful advance. “Take everything I’m givin’ you, River.”

“That’s it,” Byte encouraged from the sidelines, his voice thick with renewed arousal. “She was made for us, Crush.”

“She was,” Crush agreed, beginning to move with shallow, controlled thrusts that had me whimpering.

It felt so good to hear those words. I loved the possessiveness they talked about because that’s the way I felt too.

It made me feel powerful, desired in a way I’d never experienced.

These two strong, intense men wanted me.

Not just my body, but me . They’d claimed me as theirs, and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to belong to them completely. Forever.

“More,” I demanded, pushing back against him, trying to take him deeper. “Harder. I won’t break.”

Crush’s grip tightened, fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass as he situated himself. “Greedy girl,” he said, but I heard the smile in his voice as he complied, drawing back almost completely before slamming forward with enough force to drive the breath from my lungs.

The bed frame creaked in protest as he established a punishing rhythm, each powerful thrust pushing me forward until I had to brace myself against the mattress, which had the added effect of raising my ass higher in the air.

The angle had me taking him even deeper, and I cried out at the intensity of the sensation. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive under his hard, relentless pace.

“Look at her,” Byte said, his eyes locked on my face. “She loves it. Loves being fucked hard by you while I watch.”

“So fucking good,” Crush growled, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. “Perfect little pussy, made just for us.”

The dirty talk was like another hand stroking my body.

I clenched around Crush involuntarily, earning a harsh curse from him and a chuckle from Byte.

I was beyond embarrassment now, lost in the sensations coursing through my body.

Every thrust hit something deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

I screamed, the sound exploding from my lungs in a harsh, staccato rhythm as Crush fucked me with bruising intensity. I loved every fucking second!

“Tell him how much you love my cock inside you.” Crush commanded, a particularly deep thrust punctuating his words.

“I love it.” The words tumbled out between ragged breaths. “Love feeling you so deep in my pussy.” I sounded as desperate as I felt. “Love you watching me! Both of you! Making me yours!” I was rambling. I knew I was. But I couldn’t seem to stop the words. Then I didn’t want to. Or try to.

My admission seemed to break something in Crush. His movements became harder, faster, less controlled. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my cries and his increasingly harsh grunts of exertion.

“That’s it,” Byte encouraged, shifting closer. “Fuck her. Fuck her hard. She needs it.”

And I did. Despite the intensity, despite the edge of pain that sharpened the pleasure, I found myself meeting each thrust, demanding more, reveling in the raw power of our connection. Any shyness I might have felt earlier had been burned away by desire, leaving only hunger and need in its wake.

“Touch yourself,” Crush ordered, his voice strained. He punctuated his words with a hard slap to my ass. “Make yourself come on my cock.” When he did it again, I didn’t have to touch myself.

I came with a ragged, piercing scream. I fell to my chest, reaching between my legs to obey Crush even though I was already coming.

“That’s it,” Byte murmured, close enough now that I could feel his breath on my face. “ Scream .”

The combination of sensations, Crush filling me so completely, my own fingers working my clit, Byte’s voice in my ear, pushed me over the edge a second time immediately after the first. This time, my body seized, my muscles tightening painfully even through the most intense pleasure of my life.

My inner muscles clamped down on Crush’s length as waves of pleasure destroyed any control I might have thought I possessed.

“Fuck!” Crush groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body gripped him. “Gonna come!”

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep and stilled, his body covering mine protectively even as he surrendered to his release.

His ragged shout was as loud as my screams. With his last thrust, he shoved me forward, piercing me as deeply as he could, then collapsed on top of me while his chest heaved for breath.

For a long moment, we stayed frozen in that position, connected in the most intimate way possible.

Then Crush groaned and rolled off me. I felt the loss immediately but shouldn’t have worried.

Byte immediately pulled me into his arms and Crush rolled back so he lay half on top of me.

I lay sandwiched between the brothers, Crush at my back, my face resting on Byte’s chest at my front, all of us breathing hard and slick with sweat.

“Holy shit,” I whispered when I could form words again.

“Yeah,” Byte agreed, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That’s a good way to describe it.”

Crush nuzzled my neck, his arm heavy across my waist. The steady thump of his heartbeat against my back, gradually slowing as we all caught our breath.

Byte reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with gentle fingers. The tenderness of the gesture after the intensity of what we’d just shared made my throat tighten with emotion.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of regret or discomfort.

I nodded, unable to speak around the sudden lump in my throat.

I was more than okay. I was complete in a way I’d never experienced before.

Part of me was afraid this would end as quickly as it began.

Part of me, the part I wanted to believe, knew this was where I belonged.

Wherever these two men were. They were inseparable.

From everything they’d told me, they had always been inseparable, even when they were supposed to be separated.

I knew in my heart I was supposed to be inseparable from them, too.

I just wasn’t sure how to voice it. Not right now when I was so raw.

I think I drifted off. At some point Byte moved and I could hear water running in the bathroom. A warm cloth was stroked between my legs. I whimpered, but widened my legs, welcoming their touch.

Crush pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his arm tightening around me. “Shh, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my back. “We’re here with you and we’re not going anywhere.”

I sighed, snuggling against Crush’s chest. I felt Byte’s weight dip the mattress again.

He shifted close to me, pressing against my back and tangling his legs with mine.

He rested his hand on my hip just above where Crush’s arm encircled me.

They’d created a protective cocoon with their bodies, surrounding me completely, their warmth and scent enveloping me.

In that moment, cradled between these two powerful men who had chosen me, I felt something I hadn’t experienced in as long as I could remember. Perhaps ever.

I felt completely safe. Completely wanted.

I felt like I was home.