“Hmmm,” I murmured. “Happy birthday.”
Coop chuckled as he kissed along my shoulder to my throat. I didn’t even have to look to know the sun was not up, even if he certainly was. “Definitely a happy birthday to me,” he whispered the words as he nudged my thighs apart.
Biting little kisses sprinkled with teasing licks and gentle sucks sent tiny shivers through my system. When I would have rolled over, he tightened his grip and teased fingers all along my pussy.
“So fucking wet for me already,” he said with a little hum of appreciation. I bucked against his hand, but he nudged his cock right against my entrance as he gripped my thigh and lifted it.
It took only one firm push and he filled me right up to that point of pain. A gasp spilled from my lips as he bumped his hips to mine.
“Hmmm,” he echoed his earlier hum before biting down on my earlobe. “Ma belle fille. Donc parfait pour moi. Mon meilleur ami. Mon amour.”
His accent was terrible, but the words were so heartfelt. My beautiful girl. So perfect for me. My best friend. My love.
“Je t’aime tellement,” I confessed. His rumble of appreciation as he began to rock into me just lit me up. From the piercing on his thick tip to the fatness of his cock that was always so damn much to take, I craved him, and he let me know how much he adored me.
I barely noticed the faint buzzing noise before something locked over my clit, and the stimulation jerked my eyes open as I went from teasingly full and content to utter desperation. My pussy clenched around him, but he kept me in place with one well-locked arm around my shoulders.
Pressed against his chest, I couldn’t do much more than rock wildly against what had to be a clit vibe or sucker—or fuck—my thoughts shredded as he kept thrusting. The tighter I clamped down on him as the pleasure spasmed through me, the more he grunted as he had to force his way in and out.
It was too much and not enough. My nipples ached and I dug my fingers into his arm as the first orgasm crashed down on me. I tried to move away from the pulsations teasing my clit, but I had nowhere to go.
“Come on, Beautiful,” Coop huffed against my ear. “Just come. Don’t fight it. This is what I want right here. My once and future wife screaming my name.”
Well, he got what he wanted because the next orgasm seemed even more powerful as he deepened his thrusts. Between the suction on my clit sending my eyes rolling and the force of his strokes hitting me so deep inside, that even the gentle tease of those metal balls framing his tip struck lightning, everything whited out as I was nothing but pleasure and motion.
Wetness escaped me as I floated back into my body. But that wasn’t Coop. If anything, he seemed even thicker inside me as he kissed and soothed. The stimulator had vanished, and he massaged my breasts as I tried to catch my breath.
“There she is,” he whispered, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. He was just another shadow among shadows. “Can you turn around, Beautiful?”
I wasn’t even sure I could move. The liquid heat inside of me had dissolved all of my limbs, but what the birthday boy wanted…
“If you need help,” Jake said from the darkness. “Just say the word, Baby Girl.”
Startled, I flexed around Coop and he groaned. “Fuck yes.”
“Her, not you.” Laughter threaded Jake’s voice and I grinned.
“I can move,” I managed to say. Oh, look, I found my words. Course, moving meant sliding off Coop’s dick, and that had us both hissing as I tried to shift. Warm hands caught mine and the callouses were a dead giveaway, as was the shape of them.
Jake swooped in for a kiss that stole my breath as he all but peeled me off of Coop. I wrapped my arms around his neck, thrusting my fingers into the lengthening mass of his hair. He’d stopped keeping it short so the length was nearing his shoulders, and I fucking loved to play with it.
“Stop hogging my birthday present,” Coop “complained,” though there was far more laughter in his voice than any actual irritation.
“Hmm,” Jake hummed, sucking my tongue against his. The minty taste of his mouth reminded me that I hadn’t even brushed my teeth, but he didn’t let me up for a second until he was ready to turn me around.
Heat blew through me like a hot summer day as he took his time turning me and then pressing right up to my back. His cock was right there, heavy and thick, where it pressed against my spine. “Can’t blame a guy for wanting to taste how sweet she is fresh off an orgasm.”
“No,” Coop agreed, and the fact it was still so dark in the room just seemed to amp up the sensuality in their voices. “But I can be selfish cause…”
“…the birthday boy gets what the birthday boy wants,” Jake finished for him as he cupped my breasts and massaged them. “Pretty sure what he wants is you, Baby Girl.” He teased the shell of my ear with a kiss. “He’s the best kind of best friend, because he invited me to the party.”
Fuck, that was hot. A moan escaped me as Jake pinched my nipples, amping up the liquid heat in my system until it turned to lava.
He glided his hand up and down my torso, then dipped his fingers between my legs and let out a distinct growl against my ear.
“Yeah, our girl is very hot for you, Birthday Boy. You ready for her?”
“Fuck yes,” Coop answered, and his hand found mine almost unerringly. Like they’d choreographed the motion, Jake massaged my clit in three swift brushes that had me trembling before he lifted me while Coop tugged.
Straddling Coop, I gripped the base of his cock and lined him up. Between them, they thrust me down until he filled me again and I let out a soft cry as Coop latched his mouth on one nipple.
The warring sensations cascaded through me. Fire skated over my skin, hot and cold, that only magnified where they touched me. I’d been in a lazy waking state when Coop started, but I was edging toward desperation all over again as I sank down on him.
Jake fisted my hair and tilted my head back before fusing his mouth with mine. Coop thrust upward as he sucked against my nipple and I sank one hand into his hair as I reached up for Jake.
Writhing between them was one of my favorite places to be. “Forward,” Jake said against my lips before turning me to Coop again. It wasn’t hard to obey that command because Coop lifted his face to mine and then tangled our tongues as I began to roll my hips.
The pressure was so perfect as Coop pushed up to meet my every downward shift. It kept edging right along too much as my inner muscles just spasmed away, particularly if he shifted and my clit bumped against him.
Warmth drizzled against my ass, and then Jake speared two fingers into me. The pressure went from exquisite to intense and I gasped against Coop’s mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned into my lips. “Hurry up, man, this is heaven and hell.”
He wasn’t wrong. My nerves kept lighting up, then Jake scissored his fingers and I bucked between them. Too much. Not enough. Coop dragged me back to him, rubbing between my shoulder blades.
“Right here, Beautiful, focus on me.” The roughness in his voice was a direct contrast to the sweetness in his words. I could drown in the care they wrapped me up in. “Jake…” The last came out an actual growl.
“I’m there, aren’t I, Baby Girl?” He punctuated the question by pulling his fingers free and replacing them with his dick. Slicked up with lube or not, it was a tight fit. I tried to relax my muscles, but I was shaking almost too much. Coop’s abdominals tightened as he pulled back a fraction and then Jake thrust in.