Page 86 of Kill for a Kiss

Elle

A heartbeat later

I’m still on Sterling’s lap. My back’s against his chest. He hasn’t loosened his hold of me, only tightening it, since I told him and Stan what I want, what I need. Both of them, at the same time, all at once.

Even with my blindfold on, I can feel Stan standing in front of me. I can sense the static of his attention. My hand’s on his chest, tracing the fresh ink above his heart. ThatE. Raised, tender, and unmistakable.

“Touch it,” he whispers, pleading and pleased. “Don’t stop.”

I drag my fingers lightly along the edge, feeling the loops carefully. He shudders under my touch, and I can’t help the little thrill that rolls down my body.

Without a word, Stan takes my hand again and lowers it. So much lower, and so swiftly, that I suck in a breath the second I feel the heat and hardness straining beneath his boxers. His other hand finds my jaw. His thumb presses at my lip, as if he’s waiting for resistance.

There isn’t any. Simply because Sterling doesn’t stop me. Instead, his warm mouth grazes my ear, his voice rough with the samerestraint from earlier. “Take what you want, Elle. Say the word. Whatever you want.”

Sterling moves me with care, lifting and lowering me, guiding my hips until I feel the press of him at my entrance. His hands travel to my waist, tilting me forward until my palms land on Stan’s thighs.

They speak to each other, but I can’t follow their words. The silk blindfold still clings to me, and my thoughts are too scattered to hold shape. All I know is movement. I’m being repositioned. Knees on the cushion. Back arched. My cheek rests against the armrest. I’m on all fours across the couch.

Stan’s fingers find the base of my spine. I know it’s him, touching me rougher, without hesitation. His hand trails up my back, brushes my neck, and gathers my hair. Now he’s so close, his breath warm across my face.

I barely take a breath when he kisses me. Stan doesn’t kiss like Sterling does. Where Sterling’s patient affection, Stan is hurried hunger. He takes and tests, his mouth urgent, lips and tongue moving against mine.

My moan disappears between them, caught in their breath, their hands, their mouths. Sterling steadies me with both palms at my waist. I feel the shape of his hands glide down to cup the globes of my bottom. His mouth drags slow kisses along the back of my shoulder, down my spine, so slowly.

I don’t need to see. I feel it all. Stan’s kiss. Sterling’s heat. My body between them, breathless and waiting.

Stan breaks the kiss, his mouth brushing my cheek. “You feelin’ good, babe?”

I nod, dazed. “Yes…”

He chuckles, sounding satisfied, while Sterling leans in to press a kiss behind my ear.

Then I stop thinking altogether when Sterling aligns himself againand presses in deeper. It’s only the tip, but I’m already crying out, caught between Stan’s eager encouragement and Sterling’s gradual thrust, every inch more intense. He gives me time to adjust. To take all of him. I moan at the way he hits every sensitive nerve, filling the very core of me.

Stan’s hands trail the sides of my breasts. His mouth moves to my throat. He kisses, then sucks, his tongue flicking against my pulse.

Behind me, Sterling drives himself forward. I let out a broken cry when his crown kisses my womb. He pushes forward more and more, until his thighs rest flush against the back of mine.

“Sterling,” I breathe. His name is a whispered gasp, a pleading call. It’s all I can manage. My voice is wrecked from everything. From his cock moving inside me. From both of them kissing my body. From being held open like this, filled and taken. Claimed and cared for.

Sterling groans in response. His hand slides down, finding the tender bud between my folds. The second he touches me there, my whole body reacts. My back arches. I shake. His fingers move in slow circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I whimper. My forehead drops to the armrest. The pressure is unbearable in the best possible way.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, I—”

“I know,” Sterling murmurs behind me. His lips brush the base of my neck. “I know what you need.”

Stan’s hands move to cup my breasts, thumbs rubbing over pebbled peaks. I whimper, my hips swaying back against Sterling in helpless reaction.

“That’s it,” Stan coaxes. “Keep making those sounds for us, Elle.”

Sterling takes in a sharp inhale when I move with him in a rhythm I can’t control. His grip tightens on my hips. “You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters, each word edged with strain. The sound alone makes me clench my core. Sterling lets out a strangled sound in return, sendingshivers down my spine.

Stan leans close, lips brushing my ear. “You want both of us, right, babe?”

My breath catches as I lift my head. “Yes…” The word escapes before I can even form a thought.

I hear the soft shuffle of fabric. Stan steps closer. I feel the heat of him right in front of my face, and then his tip nudges at my lips. I breathe against it. He groans, long and pained.