His rhythm faltered at my plea. “Fuck, Mioko,” he groaned, hips snapping forward with new urgency. “You feel so good.”
Eli’s hand found my hair, fingers tangling in my braid as he turned my face toward him. “Look at what you do to him. He’s fucking desperate for you.”
The sound of a sharp slap cut through the room, followed by Luke’s startled gasp. Eli’s hand had connected with Luke’s ass, and I could imagine the pink handprint on Luke’s pale skin.
“That’s it, pet,” Eli growled, repeating the slap on Luke’s other cheek. “Fuck her like you mean it. Show her what a good boy you can be.”
Luke’s hips jerked forward at the impact, driving him deeper into me.
“Again,” he whimpered, grinding his hips into mine, and Eli complied, slapping him again. The combination of pain and pleasure on his face was mesmerizing.
“Yes,” I encouraged, reaching up to touch his face. “Just like that. So good, Luke. So fucking good.”
The praise seemed to unlock something in him. His movements became more fluid, more assured, finding a rhythm that had me gasping with each thrust. Eli continued to touch us both—his hand squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple, then sliding down to where Luke and I were joined, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I felt my orgasm building, a tight coil of heat low in my belly ready to explode. Luke must have sensed it, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.
“Eli,” he gasped, the word part plea, part warning. “I’m close. So close.”
“Not until she comes,” Eli ordered, his fingers working faster against my clit. “Make her come first, pet. Show me what a good boy you are.”
Luke shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I cried out, my hands flying up to grip his ass, nails digging into his skin. The pressure was building until I thought I might shatter.
“There,” I gasped, the word barely audible over the sound of skin on skin. “Right there, don’t stop, don’t—”
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, a white-hot explosion that radiated outward from my core. My body clenched around Luke’s cock, back arching, a keening sound tearing from my throat that I barely recognized as my own. Luke groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to maintain control.
“Now,” Eli commanded, as his hand covered mine on Luke’s ass, guiding him as he fucked me. “Fill her up, pet. Give her everything you have.”
Luke’s control snapped. His hips slammed forward one final time, his entire body tensing as he came. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his release, his face a beautiful study in ecstasy. Eli’s hand was in his hair, yanking his head back, forcing him to look at the ceiling as he rode out his orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luke chanted, the words a breathless prayer as his body jerked through the aftershocks.
For a moment, we stayed like that, connected, panting, sweat-slicked and trembling. Luke’s forehead dropped to my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. I ran my hands down his back, feeling his lingering shivers.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the curve of my neck. “So fucking perfect.”
The praise sent a warm glow through me, but a voice in the back of my mind whispered:This isn’t about you. It’s about them. You’re just the bridge between them, the catalyst for their reunion. Don’t get attached.
I pushed the thought away, focusing on the physical sensations—the pleasant weight of Luke’s body on mine, the slight ache between my legs, the lingering pulses of pleasure. This had to be enough.
Eli’s hand stroked Luke’s hair, gentle now where it had been commanding moments before. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice full of pride and affection.
Luke kissed me once more, deep and thorough, before carefully pulling out. The sensation made me gasp—empty, sensitive, and already missing his fullness. He shifted to lie beside me, his hand finding my breast, fingers playing with my nipple as his mouth descended to suck the other one.
“Baby boy loves your tits, doesn’t he?” Eli murmured as he moved between my legs, his cock harder and thicker than Luke’s, the head glistening with pre-cum. His eyes met mine as he positioned himself at my entrance, one hand gripping his shaft, the other splayed on my inner thigh, pushing me open for him.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice a rough caress. “All wet and sloppy with his cum. Fucking beautiful.”
His crude words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I was wet, messy with Luke’s cum, and the thought of Eli sliding into that mess, feeling Luke’s hot cum around his cock made me shiver.
“Please,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider in invitation. “Eli, I need you inside me.”
Eli’s smile was predatory as he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me open once more. The sensation was different this time, more intense because I was still sensitive from my orgasm, because Luke was sucking on my nipples, and Eli’s body felt massive and heavy against mine, his muscles hard.
“Fuck,” Eli growled as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my pelvis. “You feel so fucking good, all hot and wet and full of his cum. Can feel him inside you, all slick and messy. Did you like that, sweetheart? Did you like being filled up by my pet’s cock?”
I nodded frantically, beyond words as he began to move. Luke’s mouth was still at my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending electric shocks to my core. One of his hands slid between my legs, fingers finding my clit, circling it with light, teasing touches that made me whimper.
