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“That’s so fucking hot.”

    “Stroke him,” Rob says.

    I take Noah obediently in hand. He’s rock-hard, throbbing. He pumps himself into my grip and watches Rob fuck me.

    “Take her,” he says.

    Rob leans in close, a hand holding either side of my ribs, his hips pumping fast.

    “Fuck her,” Noah says. “Make her nice and wet for me.”

    A bolt of exquisite, nasty longing zaps through my body as Noah takes control, asserts himself as the one dishing out commands. Rob obeys, pounds me, fucks me with long, explicit strokes, makes me feel every inch of him.

    “Yeah, yeah.” He slaps my ass. “Suck him, Abby.”

    I look up at Noah’s face, seeking permission, wanting to make it clear it’s his orders I’m following, not Rob’s. His mouth parts, and he licks his lips. “Do it,” he says.

    I nod. Noah scoots closer, spreading his thighs wide open. Rob slows as I lean in and tease Noah’s head with my tongue.

    “Yeah,” Noah moans.

    “Lick him,” Rob says.

    I lap his cock, tasting his skin, his precum .

    The rough thrusts return. I let the impact rule, let Noah slip deeper into my mouth with each bump of Rob’s hips.

    “Suck him, Abby.” Rob pounds me hard, spanks me. “He’s nice and thick, isn’t he?”

    Noah groans as my lips tighten around him with affirmation. “She likes it.”

    “Don’t let him come,” Rob tells me.

    I slow my mouth, concentrate on every tiny sensation as I give Noah light, teasing head. I flicker my tongue over his slit and fondle his balls, make him moan.

    “More,” he begs. His hands urge my head closer. I ease my lips down his cock, worshipping him, wanting him to feel big and powerful, all the things he is to me when we fuck alone. Another slap from Rob pulls me out of the hormonal clouds, lands me back on my knees on my living room rug. I’m torn between the undeniable hotness of what’s happening and an urge to protect Noah, the sanctity of me and Noah. But the impulse is ridiculous, and it has no place in what’s happening in this room or in my arrangement with either of these men. I push it away, let myself get lost in the taboo.

    “She’s so greedy,” Rob says. “She wants us both.”

    I do. I’m filled by these men, but I want more. I want to drown in them, in their desires and sounds and smells, in their simultaneous pleasure and in mine. I moan around Noah’s cock.

    “You want us both?” he whispers, gathering my messy hair back from my face.

    I moan again.

    “What do you think?” he asks Rob.

    “Let’s give her what she wants.” Rob pounds me hard for another minute before he withdraws. I let Noah’s cock go as Rob helps me to my feet. He peels my shirt up as I feel Noah’s hands on my skirt, easing the stretchy waistband down my hips. As Rob kisses me, Noah undoes my bra clasp, palms my freed breasts, and tweaks my nipples to hard peaks. I feel Noah’s smooth chest and stomach against me, his cock at my lower back. He pulls my hair to one side and kisses my neck. I feel lost between their two bodies, my attention yanked between too many hands and mouths and rumbling voices, mind swimming. I feel drunk, as though my body’s not my own: just a pleasurable vehicle taking my brain along for the ride, too fast to allow for questions or hesitation. Rob leads me past the kitchen by the hand, Noah close behind. Rob lies on the bed, and I let him pull me down and press his sweat-slick chest along my back. I don’t know exactly what he’s got planned, but I won’t deny him. Tonight I trust him with my pleasure the way I trust Noah with everything else.

    “Bring your leg up,” Rob murmurs in my ear. I swivel my hip, and he grabs my leg behind the knee, propping it up as his cock slides into my pussy from behind. “Yeah.”

    Noah watches from beside the bed, silhouetted by the light from the kitchen. He sits on the mattress and draws close, stretches out facing me, putting his hand to my waist as Rob sets his rhythm. He