Truth or Dare: Party Games, Book 2 by Rhian Cahill Page B

heartache, and she didn’t think she could go through that again. No, she’d have to harden her heart, toughen up those walls and hope they held.
    Dayne’s hands moved between her legs and every serious thought in Miki’s mind evaporated. He pressed the bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit and her pussy clenched and her legs shook. Grant, finished with her hair, brought his hands around her waist and cupped her breasts in his palms. His fingers plucked at her nipples, pinched and tugged. With a moan, she arched her back and thrust her body against their questing hands.
    Gently and easily, they drove her up. Grant played with her breasts until they felt swollen and heavy, and still he kept going. Dayne slid two fingers inside her, used his thumb to keep up the pressure on her clit while pushing his other hand between the cheeks of her arse. He probed her back entrance, circled the puckered opening before pressing into the dark depths. Her hips jolted as though she’d been struck with a livewire.
    The orgasm flowed over her. Like falling rain, it trickled, unhindered along her nerve endings. She bowed into Dayne, crushed her chest to his, trapping Grant’s hands between them. Both men pressed against her, Grant’s cock riding the crease of her arse and Dayne’s grinding into her hip. Miki wanted them inside her. Wanted to feel their cocks pounding into her at the same time.
    “Please.”
    Dayne removed his hands from her pussy and dropped to his knees, pulling her down with him. She straddled his hips, spread her legs wide and impaled herself on his erection. Both of them groaned as she sank onto his length. Wrapping his arms around her back, he held her close and lay down on the tiles. Water fell around them, the warm spray blurring her vision and making their skin slide together. Grant moved in behind her and spread her cheeks with one hand while slathering something cold and slick on her anus with his fingers.
    Grant eased a finger into her tight passage, worked it in and out before adding a second. Dayne remained still beneath her and Miki wanted to move more than she wanted to breathe except his hands on her hips stopped her. It seemed like hours but could only have been seconds, before Grant slid his fingers free and replaced them with his cock. He drove into her, long and slow, he forged his way in. Tissues already inflamed from her orgasm burst with renewed sensation and the wait became too much. She bucked as pleasure erupted.
    Pinned by their bodies, Miki moved little. Dayne and Grant did all the work. From below, Dayne thrust up, plunging his cock in and out of her pussy. Behind her, Grant drove his length back and forth, his rhythm opposite to Dayne’s. Her knees rested on the hard tile, the ceramic digging into her skin. She didn’t care. All that mattered were the two men loving her with their bodies and the pleasure they sought in her. Miki rocked her pelvis, clenched her inner muscles and squeezed their flesh in a rolling motion that pulled groans from their chests.
    Their pace increased and they pumped into her together. Surging forward and retreating in short, sharp strokes that shoved her up and over the edge. With a cry, she thrashed between them, her release milking them of theirs. In a rush, they came, calling her name and burying themselves balls deep in her grasping channels. Wrapped in their arms, Miki floated back to earth, their dual embrace bringing far more than physical pleasure.
    Mikaila lay sandwiched on the tile floor by two men she thought she’d missed her chance with years ago. In less than twenty-four hours she’d lived out her ultimate fantasy and couldn’t regret a second of it. On the heels of that thought came another. She was falling for them. Far and fast. And no amount of internal lecturing on her part was going to save her.
     
    Fuck!
    She’d done him in. Dayne couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Had he ever come so hard before? Not in recent memory. He closed his