last.
With a curse, he started thrusting into her roughly, deeply. “Fuck. Fuck!”
Each time he plundered into her he swore. Each thrust was harder, faster. Until he was pounding into her, howling.
She felt split open, filled so hard, taken so deep. Every drive brought him roughly against her clit, the exquisite stretch he imposed making her tight and impossibly sensitive.
She moaned and shuddered, shaking almost immediately with wild sexual excitement. “Oh. Oh. Quinn. Quinn.”
“Baby. Baby.”
He wrapped her legs against his chest and arched back so she was impaled on his cock. The tenor of his thrusts changed. He fucked methodically into her, holding back his own pleasure.
Gemini understood. He was waiting for her. He wouldn’t come until she did. She, who’d had only a handful of orgasms in her life, was going to have a second one this night. Quinn was insisting on it.
Jace tugged her nipples harder, long pulls that made her pant.
The determined attention of two men was overwhelming to her. She stopped thinking, stopped considering whether she really was a fuck-two-men, multiple-orgasm sort of girl. She gave over.
She let herself be taken by that hard cock thrusting into her, owning her, by the rough, erotic play with her nipples. She grasped tighter at Jace’s thigh. She arched her back, handing herself over to Quinn’s hold on her, giving over to his thrusts.
Out of control then, she shivered. She accepted those hard, taking thrusts and let herself go with it. She let out long, wailing breaths that huffed with each shove into her. Driven over the top, she spasmed as her orgasm exploded.
Gemini cried out, beyond herself, beyond anything but the awareness of those brutal thrusts. He was quickening, too, she knew, conscious of it on a feral level only. Her body jerked around him, clenching his cock, and taking him with her into oblivion.
He roared and clutched at her, flailing into her. With guttural breaths, in what sounded nearly like pain, he spurted harshly into her.
She felt it deep, the hot bursts of his cum. Wild with her own orgasm, still, she was aware.
She welcomed it, was grateful for it, celebrated this small victory, this seizing control of her own life. The emotional release she felt was as great as the physical.
Set free. That was what she felt.
Quinn fell down onto her as Jace let go of her breasts. She felt Quinn’s hot breath against her abdomen, his forehead pressed to her sternum. With the last bit of energy she had, she moved one hand to clutch her fingers into his curls.
After long moments, he lifted enough to circle a strong arm behind her shoulders. He raised her up, bringing them face to face.
He still filled her, not so huge and thrusting now, but still holding his place in her. His eyes searched hers. “You okay, Gem?”
She nodded, taking a moment to find her voice. “Yes.”
“You want to quit here?”
Gemini knew what he was asking. What had happened between them wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Maybe not what he’d expected, either.
She hadn’t anticipated a wildly passionate, overwhelmingly erotic taking. She hadn’t expected to want it, to want him the way she had.
A fairly businesslike exchange of semen, from his body to hers, was what she’d had in mind. What had occurred was something she hadn’t even known she was capable of.
And it appeared to have meant something unexpected to him, as well.
“No.”
Gemini hadn’t made up her mind, was still evaluating the significance of Quinn’s question when Jace answered it for her.
She and Quinn both looked over to him, Quinn seeming as reluctant as she was to be pulled out of that little moment of mutual, surprised wonder.
“She’s not done.”
Quinn pulled out of her, a separation that caused a little quiver of loss for both of them. But he brought her close, his arm tucking around her as she sat just barely perched on that stool. “She is, if she says she is.”
“She wanted all of