Page 55 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

“Then I’m demanding we do this group thing more often. I love sex stuff with both of you separately, but Jesus Christ, I have to sleep sometimes. You both know how to get me going so I don’t want to say no, and I am exhausted.”

A very smug, masculine chuckle comes from Savage. “I love watching, so I am always down.”

“This is what you want, right? The two of us touching you,” Ambrose groans into my ear when I roll my hips.

“Yes,” I whimper. “But I’m not against watching either.” My face heats at the admission, and they both freeze. Shit, did I push too far?

Savage grabs my throat, bringing his mouth to mine. I moan at the contact. Fuck, I’ve missed that.

“Do you have condoms?” Savage asks.

Oh, fuck. Excited anticipation flutters through me, tightening my muscles. My cock pulses, and I know Savage felt it by the wink he throws my way.

“Drawer behind you,” Ambrose answers.

Is this really happening?

Ambrose lifts my knee a little higher, and I whimper. I’m so exposed but fuck it feels good.

Savage rustles around, then stops when he turns back. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He watches for a minute as Ambrose plays with me. I love being controlled like this. The racing thoughts stop, and I can just be.

Ambrose slides his fingers in my crease and over my hole. I need it so badly. Finally, he pushes two fingers inside me while Savage opens the condom. He doesn’t put it on, instead, he watches Ambrose.

I am leaking so bad, I whine. “Please!”

“Please what, baby girl?” Savage asks, lifting his eyes to my face from where he’s watching Ambrose tease me.

“More,” I beg. Ambrose pushes three fingers against my hole, and I suck in a breath. “Yes, yes.”

He takes his damn time fucking me and stretching me open while Savage teases my cock.

It’s not enough to get off, but I’m riding his hand as much as I can, making incoherent sounds and leaking pre-cum all over Savage’s hand.

I’ve been so close to coming multiple times now, but they both back off the second I get too close.

“God, please! I’m ready,” I beg. “Someone fuck me already before I fucking die!”

Some unspoken conversation happens, and Savage offers Ambrose the condom.

“If you don’t like it or it hurts, we’ll stop. Okay?” Ambrose is so serious as he rolls on the condom, it makes me nervous.

I nod, but he gives me the lifted eyebrow and waits. “Yes, okay.”

Ambrose lays down behind me. The lube cap pops open, and he adds more lube to my hole. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, turning my face into Savage’s chest.

Savage grips my throat lightly, turning into me so our mouths can meet. I gasp when Ambrose’s cock slides between my cheeks and nudges against my hole.

“Kiss me,” Savage whispers.

“Push out, baby, relax. Let me in,” Ambrose encourages.

I whimper and try to follow his directions, but I can’t. Fuck. His cock is so big I’m scared. What if it hurts? What if I hate it and never want to try again?

Ambrose backs off and leans over me, so we’re face to face. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. Not now, not ever.”

Savage smoothes his thumb over my neck, and I look up at him. “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. There are plenty of ways we can make you come that we haven’t done yet.”

“No, I want to.” I’m shaking my head like it will make the words easier to assemble, but instead, I just let the words out in whatever chaotic mess they’re in. “But Jesus fucking Christ, could that thing be any bigger? That’s not a starter dick! What if it hurts and it’s your dick’s fault?!”

Ambrose and Savage both chuckle a little, which helps break my tension. I know I’m over-reacting but Christ.

“What if you’re on top?” Savage suggests. “That way, you can take it as slow as you want.”

“I don’t know how to be on top! What if I suck at it, and he can’t come or loses his hard-on all together?” Anxiety is running the show and apparently has no shame.

“There’s no way you would suck at it. Just like everything else, you learn as you go. And there’s no way I would lose my hard-on unless I hurt you.” Ambrose shakes his head and kisses my shoulder again. “Do you want to try Savage first?” Ambrose asks.

We all look at Savage’s cock. “There’s not much difference size wise, and it’s bedazzled! Upgrades don’t really say starter either.”

“Ribbed for both your pleasure,” Savage laughs. “You’re welcome.”

“I’m referring to it as bedazzled from now on—like a millennial girl’s jean jacket.

” Ambrose pins him with a look, and I start giggling.

The mental image of a dick made out of a jean jacket with rhinestones is too much.

Brittany written in cursive lined in plastic stones up the shaft has me covering my face and cackling until I can’t breathe.

“You’re just jealous,” Savage quips back.

“Of what?” Ambrose rolls his eyes. “I could pierce mine if I wanted to.”

“I bet you want to know what it feels like.”

Damn those are fighting words!

“You wish.” Ambrose scoffs it off, then reaches between us and teases me with his fingers again, slow and easy until I’m worked up and squirming.

“Stop!” I say, and they both freeze. "I need you inside me,” I whisper.

Savage cups my face with both hands until I’m looking him in the eye. “Breathe, baby girl. Relax and let him make you feel good.”

Ambrose pushes against my hole, and this time, the head pops through. I gasp at the unexpected size, and he stops. It burns but it’s filling a deep-seated need.

“Okay?” Ambrose asks, waiting.

“Yes,” I say quickly. “Just different.”

“More?”

I nod.

Savage runs his hand down my body and strokes me, making me relax some. “Such a mess,” he grins. “Look at you, covered in pre-cum.”

“You look so good stretched around my cock, baby.” Ambrose kisses my back and runs his hands up my ribs and back down pushing another inch inside me.

I groan and beg Ambrose for more. He starts a shallow thrust, slowly pushing farther in every few thrusts. I reach for Savage’s cock, stroking him in time with Ambrose.

“I need to be in your mouth.” Savage kisses me one more time before shifting so he’s half standing half kneeling on the bed. “Can you take both of us?”

I whimper and nod, parting my lips.

They each take one of my holes, slowly at first, and I’m floating. So blissed out on both of them in me at the same time. I cannot get enough. I grab Savage’s thigh, wanting more of him in my mouth. He happily obliges my silent ask, thrusting into my mouth.

Someone grabs my dick, and I am going to lose it.

“I need to come,” I come off Savage’s cock enough to whine, circling my hips and rocking back onto Ambrose.

He grips my hips and pulls me back onto him as he thrusts. It’s so good. Too good. I’m so full and stretched and oh God.

I take Savage again, looking up at him with a plea.

“Come, baby. Come on his cock.” Savage brushes his fingers over my face, pushing my hair off my forehead before grabbing the back of my head.

Ambrose thrusts pick up, faster and harder, and I can’t hold back anymore. They’ve teased me for too long, and I’m desperate to come.

My back arches as pleasure explodes through my body, cum covering Savage’s hand and hip as he strokes me through it. The orgasm is so strong, I swear I lose my hearing for a minute. Utterly wrecked by both of them.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Ambrose groans, using my body to get off. I love that I can make him feel good.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” Savage whispers thrusting into my mouth.

I groan and beg with my eyes locked on his. Lust blows his pupils, and his thrusts become frantic. He pulses in my mouth, filling it with his cum, while Ambrose’s thrusts get shorter and deeper before he stills with a long moan.

I have never felt sexier in my life.

“Are you okay?” Ambrose pants, leaving kisses on my neck.

“Yeah,” I say licking my lips.

Savage climbs back in beside me, capturing my mouth. He kisses me long and deep while Ambrose cuddles me from behind. He doesn’t pull out, and I don’t dare move. I don’t care that we’ve got cum on us. I need the comfort of being skin to skin.

“I could stay inside you all day.”

“You should,” I murmur.

“I’m going to once the season is over. We’re going to watch a movie just like this.” Ambrose puts an arm around me, and somehow, it works with the three of us all cuddling.

“Only if we’re taking turns,” Savage says.

“I get first.”

“You’ve already fucked his mouth with my cum on his tongue. What’s the big deal in alternating?” Savage asks, knowing what he’s doing.

Ambrose groans. “Maybe.”

My cock tries to respond to their words, but I’m too worn out.

I close my eyes and press my face into Savage’s chest.

“You okay, baby girl?” Savage nuzzles my ear.

“Oh, yeah.” I give him a little smile, and he winks at me.

After a while Ambrose deals with the condom and comes back with a wipe for us to clean up. My sheets are a mess, so we move to Ambrose’s bed.

Ambrose runs his fingers up and down my back absently, and Savage holds me while I drift off into a doze. I’m once again sandwiched between them, and I am so fucking content.