Page 179 of The Substitute

I jump from the chair and launch myself at him. “Please fucking touch me.”

He chuckles and catches me. He carries me back to the chair but sits down on it this time with me in his lap.

“He’s going to make sure you’re ready for me,” Savage says, biting my neck and across my collar bones.

“You’re so hard already, and I’ve barely touched you,” Ambrose whispers next to my ear. “Can you feel how much he wants you?”

“Yes,” I whimper and shift, trying to get him to touch me again. “I like being the center of his attention while I’m yours.”

Ambrose grabs my chin and turns my face to kiss me again, finally wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking. My hips buck, chasing the sensation and wanting more.

The lube bottle cap pops open, and wet fingers trail down my crease. Warm fingers spread the lube around and push against my hole. Since I’m with them all the time now, it won’t take much.

Ambrose pushes two fingers in, adds more lube, then slips a third one in. I gasp, dropping my head back onto Ambrose’s shoulder and pushing back on his hand. I want more, so much more. I can feel Savage’s piercings dragging against my shaft while Ambrose’s fingers stretch me.

“Please,” I whine, riding both sensations with no shame.

“Open those eyes, baby girl.” Savage’s lust-heavy tone has my head turning. “Let me see what he does to you.”

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do right now.” Ambrose’s voice is throaty and low, and I feel what he means.

Ambrose grins against my skin, and he pulls his fingers out of me. “Turn around.”

Ambrose lifts me and turns me around before putting me back on Savage’s lap. He takes Savage’s cock and coats it with lube, kissing him over me. It’s so fucking perfect.

“Lean back, baby,” Savage tells me, and Ambrose arranges him at my hole.

I quickly take all of him in one smooth move.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so warm.” Savage bites my neck. “Feet on my knees, lean back, and ride me.” He scoots down to give me a better angle, and I do what he told me.

I find a rhythm and fuck myself on him, lifting my hips and slamming back down while his hands roam over me and turn me on more.

“Ambrose,” Savage pants. “Do it, I’m not going to last.”

I’m so wrapped up in the pleasure building in my body, lost to sensations, that I don’t see him move. When hot, wet suction engulfs me, I cry out. Ambrose takes me all the way into his mouth and doesn’t give me even a second to catch up. My hand tangles in Ambrose’s hair, so far past desperate I can’t see straight.

I know I’m babbling, begging, the same word over and over: “Please.”

But I don’t care about anything but my orgasm. They have me so close.

“Let go, baby girl. Come for us.”

Like a switch is flipped, I detonate and fill Ambrose’s mouth with cum while a full body orgasm rocks my body. I black out and stop breathing long enough to suck in a gasp when myhead is reminded it needs air. The pleasure rolls through me in overwhelming waves, and I’m lost to it in the best way.

“Kiss me,” Savage orders. “Give me his cum.”

I’m weak, wrecked in the best way, but manage to open my eyes to watch Ambrose kiss Savage and give him what he asked for. Savage groans and thrusts up into me, pulsing and throbbing while he fills me.

EPILOGUE

AMBROSE

Clenching my jaw, I stand on the front stoop of the house I never truly felt welcomed in and contemplate what I’m about to do. A part of me loves Savage’s mom, too, but I can’t allow myself to let her back in if she’s with my father.

Before I can knock, the door opens, and the housekeeper smiles at me. “Good morning, Mister Ambrose.”

“Good morning, Miss Julia.” I force a smile at her. She’s a nice woman and has only been here a few years. She steps back and lets me in without hesitation. Did my father not tell anyone he cut me off and I’m no longer welcome? Seems unlikely. Is she risking her job by letting me in?