When Manson pulled back, my eyes fluttered open to see him drawing Lucas closer. Lucas caught me, hands gripping my hips as Manson kept a hold on my throat. Then he was kissing me, ravenously, making my legs go weak.

Lucas wanted to hurt me. I could feel it in the way he pressed himself against me, hard and heavy. When his teeth caught my lip and bit down, I returned his viciousness, raking my nails down his back. It was a war of who could be harder, whose breath would catch first.

Then both of their mouths were on me at once, our tongues twining. It was messy, ravenous, their tastes mingling together as I moaned.

“Please fuck me,” I said. I wanted them out of their clothes, and I tugged at the hem on Manson’s shirt. He hurriedly whipped it off, tossing it to the floor. Lucas lifted me, setting me down so I was sitting atop the kitchen table. He pressed me back until I was lying flat, and Manson helped him, drawing my legs up toward my chest.

“Hold your legs up,” Manson said. “Grip your thighs, keep them spread.” I obeyed, holding my legs and spreading them until I was completely exposed. Manson stood on my left side with Lucas between my spread legs, hands tracing my inner thighs as I shivered.

“God, I’ve waited so fucking long to have you like this,” Lucas said. He reached back, grabbed the sweating cup of ice from the island and set it on the table. He hurriedly unzipped his jeans before he gripped my ass, spreading me open even more.

“What a sexy little fucktoy you are,” Lucas said. He stroked my clit, my body twitching at the pleasure he drew out of me. He kept rubbing me and then his mouth was on me, tongue moving over my puckered asshole. I gasped, panting as Manson leaned over.

His mouth replaced Lucas’s fingers on my clit, and I saw stars.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Lucas growled. He paused to grab one of the ice cubes and pop it into his mouth, then he was back between my cheeks. I shuddered as his tongue probed my ass, his mouth cold as he rimmed me. He pushed the ice forward, pressing it against me before sucking it back. All the while, Manson’s tongue flicked over my clit with merciless focus.

“God, that feels so good,” I gasped. “Please…please don’t stop.”

The table creaked beneath me, my muscles shaking violently. All thoughts emptied from my head as I shook with pleasure.

“Fuck, Manson! Lucas, please!” I cried out their names as my back arched, convulsing with ecstasy as I came. They didn’t stop until I was spent, until my cries grew frantic from overstimulation.

I lifted my head in time to see them kiss, Lucas licking my arousal from Manson’s chin.