Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(34)

“Go,” he said.

“On your knees, princess,” Will ordered gently, before I could rise to my feet.

Slowly, I traversed the space between the two men. I knelt between Will’s thighs. Where nervous energy had pulsed through me before, I only trembled with lust now.

In Ian’s arms, I felt frantic, a mirror of fierce desire that threatened to overwhelm all my senses. On my knees, waiting breathlessly for Will’s next command, somehow I was free. When he challenged, I didn’t rile. I found an unexpected peace in his dominance. And I trusted that wherever he led me, unimaginable pleasure followed.

“Did you enjoy that?” His voice was gravel and lust.

I bit my lip with a smile. I did. Giving Ian pleasure was intoxicating, empowering. I couldn’t wait to do the same to Will.

“Let’s take your panties off.”

I stood and slid my lacy nude panties down my legs. I flicked them off my ankle and canted my head with a flirty grin. “Happy now?”

He shook his head with a smirk. “Why do I have the distinct feeling you’re going to put me in my grave with that smart mouth of yours?”

“I promise not to suck you to death,” I teased.

“I’m not sure I’d mind. Get back on your knees, princess.”

I dropped down and stared up at him. He brushed his thumb back and forth over my lips. They felt swollen and tingly. They ached for something between them. As if he sensed that, he pushed two fingers past my lips.

“You can suck on these while you take my cock out.”

I sucked the salt off his fingertips and worked to unfasten his belt. He gasped as I tongued him the way I planned to tongue his cock as soon as I got my hands on it. I tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock. Then I took him in my mouth as I had Ian.

He released a heavy sigh, and his head fell back. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I lost myself in the act, so focused on his pleasure that I nearly forgot my own until I heard more clothes drop to the floor behind me. Then I felt Ian’s heat. His presence hummed through me without actual physical contact. He pressed a hot kiss between my shoulder blades and then trailed his tongue down my spine, eliciting a shiver over my whole body.

“How is she?” Will murmured over my head.

I jolted when Ian dragged his finger up my wet slit, from my clit to my anus.

“She’s beautiful. And she’s drenched.”

“Perfect.”

I heard the condom wrapper rip. Then Ian’s broad hand came to my hip. The head of his cock nudged into the opening of my *. I shifted restlessly. I tightened and released my internal muscles, as if I could somehow draw him into me. Feeling painfully empty, I whimpered in desperation around Will’s cock.

He grazed his thumb along my cheek. “Olivia’s waited long enough. Give her what she wants.”

I pressed my nails into Will’s thighs and moaned as Ian filled me slowly. Inch by delicious inch, he rooted deeply. Unimaginable pleasure coursed through my veins. Ian’s hands were everywhere, caressing down my back, up my sides, and around to my front to tease my nipples and clit. He was a master of gentle strength, seeming to know intuitively how much I could take.

Will sifted his fingers through my hair and caressed my cheeks as they hollowed around his cock. “How does it feel to be so filled up, princess?”

I was grateful to have my mouth occupied because I couldn’t possibly answer that question with words. I was on fire, burning up from the inside out. Giving and receiving more pleasure than I could handle.

I took him as far as I could and then lifted to tongue and suck his head. I circled the base of his cock with my hand and began stroking quickly. He gasped out a curse. I didn’t know whose orgasm I was racing toward—his or mine. Hopefully both, because Ian’s thick penetration and rugged thrusts were already bringing me to the brink.

Then Will pulled me off of him abruptly, his hand tight in my hair. “Are you in a hurry?”

I was breathless and oddly missing that second invasion. “I want to come. Please, let me. Please.” I barely recognized my own voice, so raw it was with need.

Ian dug his fingertips into the flesh of my ass and shoved deep into me, harder than he had before. A cry tore from my throat. I clenched around his penetration, harnessing all of my willpower not to fall apart. I was trembling, taking every inch of him over and over again.

“She’s so f*cking tight.” Ian’s words were strangled. “She’s right there.”

Will bent toward me and lowered his voice. “I’m going to let you come all over Ian’s cock, Olivia. Then you’re going to let me f*ck your mouth and come down that beautiful throat.”

Sounded like an incredible plan, as long as he let me come. Right. Fucking. Now.

I hated his rules. But I loved this feeling.

Hated it. Needed all of it.

I was turning inside out, and it was all Will’s fault.

“Please.” I wanted to cry for how on edge I was. I was ready to come without his word, even if it meant facing his punishment. Because the slap of his belt against my ass was nothing next to the torture of holding an orgasm while they both were taking me this way.

“Come for us,” Will whispered against my lips. “Loud and hard. We want to hear you. Does Ian’s cock feel good in you? Tell me.”

“Yes, yes… Oh, God!”