Page 102 of Kill for a Kiss

My head moves before my mouth does. It’s an undeniable nod. That’s all they need. Sterling continues thrusting up. I groan, straightening my spine and placing my palms on his beating chest. Behind me, Stan moves closer. His hands spread my bottom. His tongue slowly licks between my cheeks, slick with his warm spit. His fingertip prods. I tense up. It scares me—how deep Stan wants to go—but I want it anyway. I want both of them however they want to have me.

Under me, Sterling keeps pushing in. My body trembles, but I hold his gaze, even as my brows knit when Stan’s palms spread my cheeks. His tongue feels so soothing, especially when his finger’s stretching me.

Sterling spreads me wider for Stan. We know what Stan’s about to do. Sterling lets it happen. I want him to.

It feels like I’ve been moaning for hours when Stan positions himself behind me. I lose my breath at the feel of his crown seeking warmth from behind. The stretch makes me bite down a pained groan. But I take the stinging ache he gives me, while Sterling kisses the sounds from my lips.

They give me time to settle and breathe through it. I’m impossibly stretched, but it’s the most fascinating feeling. My body’s close to its limit, yet I can’t get enough.

Soon, they move together. They push into me, front and back, filling every space inside me in rhythm. My body melts. My mouth opens. My cries carry. I fall back against Stan’s shoulder. He kisses behind my ear, palm sliding to my tensing middle.

“You’re burning up,” Stan murmurs. “We gotta cool you down.”

“No,” Sterling whispers with viciousness, cupping my jaw and tilting it so he can claim my mouth again. “She needs more.”

I don’t argue. I can’t. Because they’re right. Both of them.

They give me everything. Their bodies. Their words. Their hearts.

It’s more honest this way. More intense.

Stan whispers filth against my ear while Sterling devours my lips. They move around me like I’m the center of a ritual neither of them wants to end. And I give them everything in return. Every breath. Every sound. Every part of me that can take them.

Until I’m gone. And what’s left is only heat and pleasure.

Sterling kisses me harder. He growls against my lips. He’s done pretending he has any restraint left, and I want every bit of what’sbreaking through him. All of his hunger. All of his need. All of him.

His hands grip beneath my thighs and lift me higher before bringing me down. It sends a pulse straight through my core.

Behind me, Stan presses closer. His lips press against the curve of my neck, his rhythm wild and shallow, trying to be careful. He can’t go too deep—not where he’s thrusting—but what he gives still makes my whole body tremor.

I moan into Sterling’s mouth. It slips out before I can even think.

Stan whines, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s what we wanna hear. Keep makin’ that sound for us.”

Stan’s hands go to my waist. I feel the rough pads of his fingers, feel the shiver that runs down my spine as he drags his palm over the dip of my back, enough to make me squirm.

Stan’s scent fills my nostrils. Sweet smoke and scorched sugar. Sterling’s scent is something else entirely, clean and cold. Sterling’s the cool air before lightning strikes. They surround me. Sugar and steel. Smoke and storm.

Sterling breaks the kiss to look at me. His eyes are molten silver, so intense with desire and fury, as if he’s caught between tearing Stan’s hands off of me, or demanding he go harder. Stan’s movements command my body, to take in both him and Sterling, over and over.

Our breaths mingle. My breathy moans, Stan’s pleased hums, Sterling’s strained groans. We make beautiful music together.

“Elle,” Sterling whispers softly, staring into my eyes like I’m all he sees, and that’s all it takes.

My head tips back against Stan’s chest, my breath hitching as their bodies move in erratic rhythm. Sterling holds my hips tighter, Stan coaxing me to take even more of him. Sterling thrusts up hard, catching that spot inside me, and I cry out, broken and wild.

Stan catches my wrist and pulls it low under my body. I understand immediately. My fingers find my swollen, throbbing bud. Heguides the pressure of my fingers. I come quickly right after, clenching around them both. Stan between my cheeks, Sterling inside my core.

Sterling inhales a sharp hiss. His breath hits my skin in bursts. So does his hot seed inside me. “Fuck,” Sterling curses, sounding so ruined that I clench again.

Stan kisses the back of my shoulder, his voice smug. “See? You’re killing him, Elle.”

He slides his hands back up, cupping my breasts. I arch between them, caught in the heat, undone all over again. They don’t stop. They hold me like I’m everything they’ve ever needed. They pleasure me like they’ve both been starving for it. Like I’m the only thing that can quiet the ache inside them. Like they do with me.

Sterling pulls me into his lap, his lips by my ear. “Again.”

One word from him, and I shatter. My moan slips out. That’s all it takes with him. I’ll give Sterling anything he wants from me.