Calla knelt behind me, her fingers spreading my ass open. “You’re about to be a lot fuller. Can you handle that, Princess?” She asked, seeking my consent.
“Oh, God, yessss please fill me up.”
She leaned in, her tongue exploring, licking, and sucking with a devotion that matched James' earlier actions. She licked from James' balls up to my asshole, her tongue teasing and tantalizing—the room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, a symphony of moans and gasps.
James gripped my hips, his movements urgent and deep. Calla’s tongue continued its exploration, her fingers joining in, teasing and probing as she pushed her lubricated finger into my asshole, the intrusion bringing me closer to my climax. The sensation of being filled from both ends, the pleasure building with each thrust and lick, was overwhelming.
“Your body is telling me that you’re so close to falling apart,” Calla leaned forward, whispering in my ear as she added another finger to my back door, stretching me open, “But don’t you fucking come yet.”
“I don’t know if I can control it, Mistress.”
SMACK.
She spanked my ass so hard, “You better try, because if you come before I tell you to, you’ll leave me with no choice but to punish this big, round, phat ass.”
I groaned in pleasure and pain, praying I could control the orgasm threatening to rip through me at any moment.
Our bodies moved in sync, a dance of passion and submission. Calla’s hands roamed over my back, her nails digging into my flesh, marking me as hers. James' grip tightened, his body tensing every time he stroked into me. Calla’s tongue and fingers worked in tandem, pushing me closer to the edge.
The room was a haze of pleasure, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. Calla’s moans mingled with James' grunts, creating a symphony of ecstasy and intensity. As I rode James, feeling his hardness fill me completely, Calla positioned herself behind me. A warm sensation slowly eased down my ass before I felt the head of her strap-on press against my asshole, a thrilling mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through me. She began to push in slowly, her hands steady on my hips, guiding me back onto her.
“Relax, Amiyah,” she murmured, her voice a soothing command. “Let me in, Baby.”
I took a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of James' thrusts, and allowed myself to relax. Calla inched in deeper, her movements slow and deliberate, allowing my body to adjust to the invasion. The feeling of being filled from both ends was intense, a perfect balance of pressure and pleasure. Once she was buried deep in my ass, the strap-on started to pulse and vibrate, sending a new wave of pleasure through my body.
“Ahhhhhhh, Calllaaaa,” I cried in ecstasy, looking back at her with stars in my eyes.
James' thrusts grew more urgent, his body tensing as he neared his climax. Calla matched his rhythm, her hips moving in sync with his, creating a perfect storm of sensation. I was sandwiched between them, their bodies pressing against mine, their movements in perfect harmony.
“Ohhhhhh I’m so fucking full, mmmmmm fuck me please,” I begged. I was filled with so much dick my ears began to ring from the pleasure coursing through me, and I never wanted it to stop.
The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, a symphony of moans and gasps. Calla’s hands roamed over my body, her nails digging into my flesh, marking me as hers. As she continued to stroke in and out of my ass, pushing me closer to the edge. I felt my release building, threatening to consume me. Calla’s breath was hot on my back, her moans a sultry whisper in my ear.
“Come for me, Amiyah,” Calla ordered, her voice a commanding whisper. “Let me feel you fall apart so that I can put you back together.”
Her words pushed me over the edge. My body shuddered, orgasmic waves crashing over me as I came undone. James' thrusts grew more urgent, his body tensing as he reached his peak, his release triggering another blissful detonation within me. Calla’s movements slowed, her body trembling as she found her own release, her strap-on still pulsing inside me.
I collapsed onto James as Calla collapsed onto my back, placing kisses all over my neck, gently sliding out of my ass, causing me to jump slightly at the openness I now felt. Our bodies slick with sweat and desire, I felt a profound sense of connection, a reminder of the power and trust we held together. Our breaths slowly returned to normal, the room filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sounds of our contented sighs.
In that moment, I felt claimed, cherished, and protected. Calla’s strength and James' tenderness were a perfect blend, a testament to the love and trust that bound us. When we reached the height of our pleasure, our bodies shuddering in unison, I knew that this was more than just an act of passion; it was a celebration of the connection that was becoming stronger and more unshakable by the day.
The rest of the evening unfolded gently. We showered, enjoyed wine, warmth, and quiet conversation by the fire. We didn’t need grand gestures; we just needed the honesty that came from being fully seen.
When I finally drifted to sleep between them, the city lights flickering beyond the glass, I thought about what Calla had said, about reclaiming yourself piece by piece until you were whole again.
In this moment, I felt whole again, and not because I had Calla and James, but because I had the strength to create my own version of happiness.
COLLISION COURSE
I’d been smiling at my computer screen for at least ten minutes before I realized it. The quarterly report wasn’t that funny.
I leaned back in my chair, letting my fingers rest against my lips. The office was quiet, early enough in the day that the usual buzz hadn’t settled in yet. My calendar said “family therapy” in neat black letters at three p.m., but my mind was still somewhere between New York City and the Aman suite, between the quiet strength James possessed and Amiyah’s laughter echoing off the walls.
Comic-Con. Who would’ve thought?
I could still see them in their costumes, James impossibly commanding as Kakashi, Amiyah radiant as Hinata. The way people looked at us like we were celebrities. The way James' jaw flexed every time someone flirted with her. The way Amiyah’s hand had slipped into mine when she thought no one was watching.
I hadn’t laughed that much in years.
