“Breathe,” Theo murmured in her ear. He pressed a hand flat against her stomach, holding her still as Galen thrust deeper, wedging himself inside her until he was sheathed to the hilt. His dark eyes held a storm of desire and a ruthlessness she was growing to appreciate even as she dreaded it. His gaze flicked up to Theo’s and he dipped down to take Theo’s mouth even as he began moving in her.
She’d half expected the rough fucking he’d promised her, but Galen went slowly. It was still almost too much. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe through the fullness. Being pinned between them, her legs spread wide, her body filled in a way she never could have dreamed.
Meg shifted, but once again, Theo’s hand on her stomach stopped her. This time, when he spoke, his strain was evident in his tone. “We’re hanging on by a thread, princess. Don’t want to hurt you.” He skated his hand down to stroke her clit, timing the small circles with each of Galen’s thrusts.
Each muscle flexed on Galen’s body as he buried himself to the hilt. “Hang on.” He moved them onto their sides and hitched Meg’s leg high on his hip. The new position made her whimper. Galen hesitated. “Okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop.” She reached behind her to tangle her fingers in Theo’s hair. “You’re both just… so deep.”
“Mmmm.” He held her clenched to him and kissed her, his tongue conquering her mouth even as his cock had conquered her body. Or maybe it wasn’t a war. She didn’t know anything anymore, except that she might die right here in this bed from the pleasure they dealt her, and Meg couldn’t bring herself to care. She was so busy tangling with Galen’s mouth that it took her precious seconds to realize Theo had begun to move behind her.
He held her hips perfectly still and dragged his cock nearly all the way out of her before starting an equally slow thrust back into her. She shivered like a live wire, her body sending her conflicting messages.Too much. Not enough. Stop stop ohmygod stop. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, don’t you dare stop.
Through it all, Theo never ceased his tantalizing circling of her clit with his clever fingers. And Galen never stopped kissing her. Meg arched back toward Theo and broke away from Galen’s mouth for half a second. “More. I want more.”
Theo froze. “You’re sure.”
“Yes.”
Galen laughed harshly. “Give the lady what she wants, Theo.” He lifted her leg up and out, opening her completely for them.
They’d been careful before. Too careful.
They weren’t now.
They began fucking her in earnest. Each stroke timed to perfection. They thrust and withdrew as one man, leaving her alternately achingly empty and almost too full. All the while, Theo played with her clit as if he had all the time in the world to coax her to orgasm.
Meg couldn’t move. Couldn’t do more than take what they gave her, pleasure with a hint of pain, their bigger bodies overwhelming her smaller one. She felt used, dirty in the best way possible. They took their pleasure from her body, and through it all one truth vibrated through her.
I’m the first.
The thought tipped her over the edge. Meg’s body went tight, white exploding across her vision as her orgasm sucked her under. They didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her as her orgasm went on and on, her toes curling so hard they hurt.
Theo’s strokes broke. He cursed and Galen hooked the back of his neck and kissed him as Theo pulled out and came on her back in searing streams of cum. Galen pushed him, and then Meg was half tossed face-down onto Theo’s chest as Galen moved between her legs. He urged her hips up squeezed her ass, parting her cheeks just like Theo had done earlier. “Soon, baby. Soon.” He spoke so low, he might have been talking to himself.
And then he guided his cock into her pussy with enough force that she slid several inches up Theo’s chest. Theo was there, tangling his fingers in her hair and claiming her mouth even as Galen braced one arm over her shoulder to keep her in place and fucked her in short, brutal thrusts. She felt him swell inside her. He cursed and pulled out, shooting across her back, mixing his cum with Theo’s. She melted onto Theo’s chest, boneless.
Meg blinked slowly, staring at the tastefully colored wall on the other side of the bed. “I think I found religion.”
Galen huffed a laugh and dropped down next to them. He kissed Meg and then Theo, and then rolled onto his back and stretched like a giant cat. “That so?”
“Mmhmm.” She had to clear her throat. “There was a second in there where baby angels sang and I’m pretty sure I saw the face of god.” Meg reached out with a shaking hand and dragged her finger over the scar that ran perpendicular to Galen’s collarbone. “I think we’re going to have to do this again, though. Just to be sure.”
Theo’s laugh filled the room. “Not tonight, princess. The only thing left on the agenda tonight is another shower and a long soak.”
She shifted experimentally. Her whole body ached as if she’d run a marathon—or ridden two sexy as fuck men to completion—and she was decidedly…sticky. “That sounds doable.”
“So glad you approve.”
Galen huffed out another of his chuckles and rolled to his feet. “I’ll get the shower going.”
Meg smiled against Theo’s chest as she listened to him stalk into the bathroom. Several long moments passed before her body formed back into muscles and bones and let her lift her head. Instead of a goofy smile on his face, Theo’s dark brows were drawn together in a frown. She frowned back at him. “What?”
“I don’t want you to have regrets.”
She started to make a pithy answer, but stopped and shook her head. “I thought things couldn’t get better after that first night with you two. I was wrong. This was so much better.”
He smoothed her hair back from her face. “All the same, a conversation about being tested and whether or not to use condoms shouldn’t be done in the middle of fucking. It skews the outcome.”
