My eyes watered when he released me, gasping in breath. And at the same time every cell in my body was tingling with need. He still had me where he wanted me, thrusting up into my mouth again with that perfect rhythm. I squirmed, trying to give the ache between my thighs some relief, and there was nothing.

Part of me loved that.

“Again.”

Down into my throat, he guided me down all the way until my lips were pressed against his balls. “Right there,” he moaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”

His hips still moved, pushing deeper and holding me there until I needed to breathe.

Ry pulled me off his cock and lifted me. “Get up here and ride me.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I shed my clothes, and he got rid of the rest of his by the time I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured.

“You can take me all the way to the root in two holes,” he pointed out. “Now all I have to do is see if the third will take all of me as well.”

I barely remembered every position they’d put me in during the heat. They’d all fucked me almost everywhere, but Rylan hadn’t taken my ass. I remembered that now.

But memories were washed away in the wake of him fucking me. Steadily and deeply, using his hands to angle my hips just like he’d angled my head. Suddenly, light flared through my body, and I shook. “You’re all so good at this.”

He laughed, low and dark. “Esme, we had four days of learning, in detail, every way you like to be fucked. The way you come. What you respond to on a level you don’t even realize. I’m sure there’s more to learn. But it’s not us just being good at sex. It’s us knowing what you love.”

As if to prove his point, he rolled his hips slowly while pulling me down onto him, making sure my clit brushed against him so both inside and outside were suddenly struck with electric shocks of sensation.

“What else do I like?” I challenged him.

There was a gleam in his eye, and he flipped us together so I was under him on the couch as he fucked me. Both my wrists were in one of his hands as he held them over my head. I wasn’t sure how they got there, and the response was immediate. Three more strokes and I was coming all over him. Soaking him and the couch beneath us, gasping for breath.

“That isn’t fair,” I finally found the words. “You have a roadmap for everything I like, and I don’t have the same for you.”