Eli’s cock breached me with exquisite pressure, the broad head pushing past the tight ring of muscle despite his careful preparation. I froze completely, suspended between them, mouth open in a silent scream as my body struggled to process the overwhelming sensations. The stretch burned, a delicious pain that radiated outward, mingling with the pleasure of Mioko’s tight heat gripping my cock. Too much. Not enough. Everything I’d ever wanted and still somehow more than I could handle.
“Breathe, Luke,” Mioko whispered, her hands coming up to cradle my face. Her eyes were dark pools of desire and tenderness, anchoring me as I felt myself starting to fragment. “That’s it, just breathe through it.”
I tried to follow her instruction, drawing in a ragged breath that turned into a moan as Eli pushed deeper, stretching me wider than his fingers had, wider than I’d thought possible. Beneath me, Mioko shifted, tilting her hips to take me deeper inside her, and the dual sensation nearly sent me over the edge.
“Stop,” I gasped, overwhelmed. “I can’t—I’ll come if you move.”
Eli’s hands gripped my hips with bruising force, steadying me, giving me a moment to rest.
“You’ll come when I say you can come,” he growled, the possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Not before.”
Slowly, torturously, he continued his advance, each inch of his thick length stretching me further, burning and filling me in ways I’d only dreamed about. When he was finally seated fully inside me, his pelvis flush against my ass, we all stayed perfectly still for a long moment, our breathing harsh in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” Eli breathed, his voice tight with restraint. “You feel like fucking heaven. So tight around my cock.”
Mioko’s hands traveled from my face to my shoulders, her touch feather-light as she traced patterns on my sweat-dampened skin. “You okay?” she asked, her voice tender in a way that made my chest ache.
I could only nod, too overwhelmed for words. I’d never felt so completely, utterly perfect, pain and pleasure blending into something I didn’t know I craved.
“I’m going to move now,” Eli said, his hands gentling slightly on my hips. “And you’re going to move with me. Understand, pet?”
“Yes,” I managed, the word barely audible.
He withdrew slightly, then thrust forward again, the motion pushing me deeper into Mioko, who gasped and arched beneath me. The sensation was indescribable, every nerve ending in my body on fire with pleasure.
Eli set a slow, careful rhythm at first, his thrusts measured and controlled. Each time he pushed into me, it drove my cock deeper into Mioko, creating a perfect circuit of pleasure between the three of us. Gradually, we found our synchronization—Eli thrusting into me, me pushing into Mioko, her hips rising to meet mine.
My mind shattered into fragments, unable to process sensations assaulting me from both ends. It was too much—too intense, too perfect.
“Look at you,” Eli murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Taking my cock so well while you fuck our girl. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be used from both ends.”
I couldn’t answer, could barely remember how to form words. All I could do was feel—the slick slide of bodies, the building pressure in my groin, the fullness that threatened to break me apart.
The cabin was filled with pornographic sounds; the wet slap of skin against skin, my desperate moans as Eli hit my prostate, his deep grunts, Mioko’s breathless little gasps and encouraging words. It was a symphony of raw desire, and I never wanted it to end.
“Harder,” Mioko pleaded, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Fuck me harder, Luke.”
I tried to comply, tried to thrust deeper into her heat, but I was at Eli’s mercy, my movements controlled by his rhythm. And he knew it.
“You hear that, pet?” he said, his voice a dangerous purr in my ear. “Our girl wants it harder. Wants you to fuck her properly. But you can’t, can you? Not unless I let you.”
I shook my head, beyond pride, beyond anything but the desperate need to please them both. “Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. “Please, Eli. Need to make her come.”
He rewarded my submission with a harder thrust that hit my prostate dead-on, making me cry out in surprised pleasure. “Since you asked so nicely,” he said, and then he was setting a new pace—faster, harder, more demanding.
The change in rhythm drove me deeper into Mioko with each thrust, and she responded with abandoned enthusiasm, her hips lifting to meet mine.
Mioko spread her legs wider, changing the angle, taking me impossibly deeper. The new position made her moan, her inner walls fluttering around my cock as she got closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” Eli encouraged, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Make her come on your cock, Luke. Show her how good you can be for us.”
The winter chill outside was a distant memory—our bodies were slick with sweat, the air in the small bedroom heavy with the scent of sex and desire. I could feel myself unraveling, my carefully constructed persona—the successful businessman, the collected professional—disintegrating with each thrust of Eli’s cock inside me.
Eli leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he reached around to pinch Mioko’s nipples. The position drove him even deeper inside me, the angle making me see stars as he hit me in the perfect spot. Mioko arched up with a gasp, her eyes locking with Eli’s over my shoulder, creating a complete circuit of connection between the three of us.
The new angle pushed Mioko over the edge first. She clenched around my cock, her walls pulsing as she came with a sharp cry.
Her orgasm triggered mine—the rhythmic squeezing of her pussy around my shaft and the relentless pressure of Eli’s cock against my prostate was too much to resist. I came harder than ever, my body seizing as I emptied myself into Mioko, my ass tightening around Eli’s cock.
