Eli’s thrusts were different from Luke’s—slower, more deliberate, each one a calculated move designed to drag every ounce of pleasure from my body. Where Luke had been eager and almost frantic in his need, Eli was controlled, commanding, setting a pace that had me trembling on the edge of another orgasm without quite pushing me over.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. “Tell me how my cock feels inside you.”
“So good,” I gasped, the words tumbling out without thought. “So full, so deep. Fuck, Eli, I can’t—”
“Can’t what?” He punctuated the question with a deep thrust that made me see stars. “Can’t take it? Can’t think? Can’t wait to come again?”
“All of it,” I admitted, gripping his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle. “Please, please, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he murmured, his rhythm never faltering. “And I’ll give it to you. When I’m ready.”
The assertion of control and certainty in his voice sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with physical pleasure. This drew me to them—Luke’s warmth and Eli’s strength, the perfect balance they created. I was lucky to be caught in the middle of their magnetic field, pulled into their orbit for this brief, perfect moment.
Don’t fall for them,the voice in my head warned.They’re meant for each other, not for you. This is just sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex, but still just sex.
I closed my eyes against the thought, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through my body. Luke’s fingers had increased their pressure on my clit, circling faster now, in time with Eli’s thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing me toward a cliff’s edge I was desperate to fall from.
I slammed my hips up against Eli’s, meeting every one of his thrusts as a wild need coursed through me, another orgasm building.
“That’s it,” Luke murmured against my breast, his voice gentle but firm. “Let go for us, Mioko. Show me how good Eli’s cock feels.”
His words, combined with a deep thrust from Eli and a twist of Luke’s fingers, sent me over the edge. I came with a shout, my body clamping down around Eli’s cock, back arching off the bed. The orgasm was different this time—deeper, more intense, radiating outward from my core in waves that seemed endless.
Eli groaned, his rhythm faltering as my inner muscles clenched around him. “Fuck, so tight,” he hissed, his hips still moving, drawing out my pleasure. “So fucking perfect.”
Luke’s mouth found mine, swallowing my cries as he worked my clit, prolonging my orgasm until I gasped for breath, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. When he finally pulled back, I was boneless, floating in a sea of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Eli’s thrusts had grown more erratic, his breathing harsh and uneven. “Where do you want it?” he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Tell me where you want me to come.”
“Inside,” I gasped without hesitation. “I want to feel your cum. Please, Eli.”
His eyes locked with mine, something fierce and possessive flashing in their blue depths. For a moment, I thought I saw something more—beyond lust and the heat of the moment. But then his face contorted with pleasure, his hips slamming forward one last time as he came.
The sensation of his release flooding me, mixing with Luke’s, was indescribable—hot and wet and filthy in the best possible way. Eli’s groan was guttural, primal, a sound of satisfaction so deep it seemed to vibrate through my bones.
He collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms to avoid crushing me. His forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. Luke shifted closer, one arm wrapping around Eli’s back, the other curled protectively around my shoulders.
For a perfect, suspended moment, we lay like that—three bodies intertwined, connected by more than just physical pleasure. I felt something dangerous bloom in my chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with orgasms and everything to do with their gaze, like I was something precious they’d been searching for.
But as Eli carefully pulled out and settled on my other side, as Luke’s arm tightened around my waist, as they both pressed soft, tender kisses to my skin, it was hard to remember why I shouldn’t hope for more.
Hard to remember why I shouldn’t let myself fall.
Chapter 13
Luke
After a quick rinsein the shower, we snuggled back into bed with Mioko between us. My sore muscles and slight rawness in my throat served as a delicious reminder of the filthy things Eli had just done to me. Things I’d fantasized about for years.
But beneath the exhaustion pulsed a deep contentment that threatened to crack my chest open. Six years of longing, of pretending I didn’t need him, and now here we were. And Mioko’s soft curves pressed between us like the most unexpected and perfect gift the universe could offer.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Mioko murmured, her voice heavy with satisfaction as she rolled half onto her stomach, her leg thrown over Eli’s thigh. She reached back and pulled on my hand, inviting me closer, and I complied, curling my body around hers. Eli cupped my ass and hauled me close enough that he could hold me while embracing her.
Even now, spent and sated, he couldn’t stop touching me.
“This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done,” Mioko said drowsily. “And I grew up in a cult where people spoke in tongues on Tuesdays.”
That startled a laugh from Eli and me.
