“I do,” he admits, eyes locked on mine. “I love?—”
He cuts himself off, but I hear the word that didn’t follow. We haven’t said it yet, not explicitly, though it hangs in the air between us in moments like these—intimate, vulnerable, raw.
Not just sex, not just convenience, not just biological compatibility. Something deeper, something that scared Professional Elle Park so badly she built walls around herself for years.
Something that now feels like coming home.
The moment breaks as Miles returns, kneeling beside the chaise with a bottle of lube in his hand. “Ready for more?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine, seeking confirmation.
I nod, excitement building in my core at what comes next. This particular configuration—being filled completely, taken by all three of them simultaneously—is still relatively new in our repertoire. We tried it first during my last heat cycle three months ago, and the intensity nearly shattered me. Now, clear-headed and fully present, I crave that overwhelming fullness, that sense of being completely claimed.
Caleb stills beneath me, holding me steady as Miles prepares me with careful fingers. The cool slickness of the lube contrasts with the heat of my skin, making me shiver. Adrian watches from the side, his hand working his cock in long, measured strokes that match the rhythm of Miles’s fingers stretching me open.
“Breathe,” Miles instructs, his voice deep and steady. “Relax for me.”
I focus on his direction, on the sensation of his fingers working me open, on Caleb’s cock still buried inside me, on Adrian’s heated gaze tracking every reaction. The combination is intoxicating—being the center of such focused attention, such dedicated pleasure.
Miles withdraws his fingers, positioning himself behind me. The blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance makes me tense momentarily, a gasp escaping my throat.
“Easy,” he soothes, one hand stroking down my spine. “You can take us both. You’ve done it before.”
The reminder helps me relax, focusing on past pleasure rather than momentary discomfort. Miles pushes forward slowly, the initial burn giving way to a fullness that borders on overwhelming. Caleb remains perfectly still beneath me, his hands stroking my sides, offering wordless comfort as Miles seats himself fully inside me.
“God,” I breathe, head falling forward as I adjust to the sensation of both of them filling me. “So full. So fucking full.”
They begin to move together, finding that perfect counterpoint rhythm they’ve perfected over months of practice. When Miles withdraws, Caleb pushes up; as Caleb pulls back, Miles thrusts deep. The alternating pressure creates a continuous sensation of fullness that has me gasping, clutching at Caleb’s shoulders for support.
Adrian moves into position before me, his cock level with my mouth once more. I open for him eagerly, completing the circuit of sensation—filled from every angle, claimed completely. Hishand cups my cheek, thumb stroking my skin as I take him as deep as I can.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “So beautiful like this, Elle.”
The praise washes over me like physical touch, adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure building inside me. I’m suspended between them, surrounded by their scent, their heat, their desire for me.
They move with increasing urgency, their careful rhythm faltering as pleasure builds. Caleb’s hand slides between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy, circling in time with their thrusts. The added stimulation is almost too much to bear, pushing me rapidly toward another peak.
“Come for us,” Adrian urges, his voice strained as his control begins to slip. “Let us feel you, Elle.”
The orgasm hits me with brutal intensity, white-hot pleasure exploding outward from my core. I convulse around both Miles and Caleb, every muscle tensing as waves of sensation crash through me. My cry is muffled by Adrian’s cock, but he feels the vibration of it, his hand tightening in my hair as his own release approaches.
My climax triggers theirs—first Caleb, his hips jerking upward as he fills me with warmth; then Miles, his fingers digging into my hips as he follows Caleb over the edge; finally Adrian, withdrawing just enough to spill across my outstretched tongue, his release bright and tart and uniquely him.
For a moment, we remain frozen in our tableau of pleasure, breathing hard, connected in the most intimate way possible. Then, with careful movements, they ease away—Miles first, thenhelping me lift off Caleb. Adrian pulls me against his chest, supporting my weight as my legs threaten to give out.
“Easy,” he murmurs, lowering me gently onto the chaise. “I’ve got you.”
They move around me with practiced coordination—Miles fetching a warm cloth, Caleb bringing water, Adrian cradling me against his chest as the aftershocks ripple through my system. A year together has taught them exactly what I need in these moments of vulnerability, of beautiful devastation.
“You okay?” Caleb asks, returning with a glass of water that he holds to my lips. His usual playfulness is tempered with genuine concern, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.
I take a sip, then nod, a smile spreading across my face. “More than okay. That was—” I pause, searching for words adequate to describe the experience. “Transcendent.”
Miles snorts softly, but there’s fondness in his expression as he kneels beside us, carefully cleaning the evidence of their passion from my thighs. “Trust you to find the most elaborate way to say ‘good fuck.’”
I laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me—a place that was locked away for years behind professional reserve and careful boundaries. “What can I say? I contain multitudes.”
“You certainly contained us,” Caleb quips, earning a groan from Adrian and a raised eyebrow from Miles.
“That was terrible,” I tell him, but I’m still laughing, still floating on the endorphin high of multiple orgasms and the deepcontentment that comes from being thoroughly, completely satisfied.
