Chapter 6: The Petition

I took Clint into my mouth, and he made a sound I had never heard from him.

It was low and helpless.

His hand stayed in my hair, not pulling, only holding, and his hips moved in short, shaking strokes.

Behind me, Lyle's hands spread my hips.

I felt the heat of him, the slow slide of his cock between my legs, and then the blunt push of him inside me.

I moaned around Clint.

"Fuck," Lyle breathed. "Fuck, Beth. She's so tight."

"Don't say her name," Abel said.

"She's asleep."

"Don't say it anyway."

Lyle laughed, wrecked, and drove in to the hilt.

I had never been taken from both ends at once.

I had never wanted anything so much in my life.

Lyle set a hard, rolling rhythm, and every thrust pushed me forward onto Clint's cock.

I took him deeper, and his thighs tensed, and his breath came in broken pieces.

"Christ," he said. "Her mouth."

Abel's palm slid down my back and rested at the base of my spine, heavy and warm.

Eli sat on the end of the bed.

He did not touch me.

He only watched, and I felt it, his eyes on every inch.

Clint came with a shudder, deep in my throat, and I swallowed all of it.

He went still.

Then he drew back, breathing hard.

"She swallowed," he said hoarsely.

"Asleep, huh," Abel said, very quietly.

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