My breath deserted me, leaving my body in sharp pants that Nash swallowed with his kiss until Locke stole him away, pushing down on his head. “Make her come, brother.” Again, the implication of his murmured words reached me too late, understanding only dawning in time with Nash’s expert tongue circling my clit. Fuck. Fuck. He was going down on me while Locke fucked me, his mouth inches from Locke’s hard length as it speared me open.
