“Mmm, he feels good, huh, Beautiful?” Roman murmurs like a prayer. “You like both of us taking care of your sweet fucking pussy, don’t you?” His hold on me becomes tighter as his nails dig into my flesh, and he guides my hips faster against this friend. “Let me take care of you. Let me take care of both of you,” he says in the quietest lust-filled whisper.
The pace he instills in me slows. He controls me with firm hands and gentle words. He takes his time, drawing out every needy breath I possess as he fucks my pussy nice and slow with his best friend’s cock. He does it so deliberately. He almost has me stop entirely, and I’m not complaining as I try to find the breath lost in my lungs. I start to wonder what he’s doing even as a beat slips by. But then his fingers blaze down my spine, slowly trailing lower and lower. Then he presses hard on the small of my back and arches my ass against his hardness. A tremble wrecks through me, but I trust him. I trust both of them.
Avian’s intuition, his sixth sex sense or whatever it is, picks up on the small change of my hips even as he still fills me completely. His mouth presses to my throat once more before heslams his lips hard against mine, slips his tongue along mine and distracts me as much as he seems to be distracting himself.
But why?
What does he think is going to hap?—
A hard press of smooth rigidness slides between my thighs and against my opening from behind. My muscles tighten. Avian rocks his hips slowly against mine, and Roman just soaks up the feel of his friend fucking me by sliding his shaft back and forth there along the base of Avian’s wet cock.
My lashes flutter, but I focus on the kiss. I focus on the flick of his tongue and the caress of his mouth against mine. I kiss Avian so intently that I no longer tense when Roman slides against my pussy once more. Even as he ever so slowly pushes inside. The tightness of my walls clenches around the two of them. I pulse for them and the girth that’s filling me fuller and fuller by the second.
A moan pulls from deep inside me, and Avian consumes the sound of that pleasure with a deepening kiss. Roman’s groan hums against the back of my neck, and it only grows louder as he fucks me deeper and fucks Avian harder. A reckless groan cuts from Avian’s lips as his friend slides harder and harder against his cock that’s filling me intensely. Having both of them is a filling feeling that verges on pain and pleasure. It’s like I can’t catch up. Like my body doesn’t know how to handle them both, my lungs lose air, my heart misses beats, and my mind…it’s lost in euphoric bliss.
I feel everything. Every single inch of Roman thrusts in slowly, pumping against the curve of my ass, while his lips brush along the back of my neck. His hold on my hips is a controlling feeling that I need. The arch of my back is the only thing keeping me held together as Roman’s pace quickens and Avian continues to devour my mouth. It’s dirty, nasty fucking during sweet, caressing kissing.
My heart can’t take it.
And neither can my body. Everything is full. Everything is bliss.
The release that shatters through my core spirals over every single nerve ending in my body until I’m screaming into the now starry-filled room that I can’t focus on to save my life. All I know is the sensation of tingling intensity that pricks at my skin. I’m lost in that feeling.
It doesn’t fade away until the pulsing feel of Avian’s cock deep inside me demands my attention as his breath shakes against mine on a growling groan that meets my tongue. His palms grip me harder, and I let him use me to hold himself together. My fingers sink through his hair, and he falls apart in my hands.
“Fuck, Roman,” he growls out as he holds me hard.
But Roman never stops. He pulls me away from Avain and slides back in like he wants me for himself for just a little while.
And the shaking of my body begins all over again. I try to delay it as he fucks me from behind. I’m impossibly wetter for him with every deep thrust of his hips slapping against my ass. I try to ride out the slamming feel of his body thrusting against mine harder and harder, but it’s all too much. The emotions are too high.
The orgasm that he demands from me is a tightening thing as it releases me but clenches him. And that alone seems to be what gives him what he needs. His growl of pleasure consumes me. I can’t think about what my body is giving him, but he takes it all the same.
And I’d give him even more if I could.
…I’d give them everything.
It’s a terrifying thought that slips through my mind as our bodies slow but our hearts continue to soar. I wonder if theysense that heart-pounding fear that’s inside my soul all because I let myself care about these men who stormed into my life.
I don’t care. I’ll embrace that fear.
Eventually.
Roman slips from me but lingers there with his hands intimately wrapped around me from behind just as Avian lowers his head to my chest, and the three of us just breathe one another in. Our emotions are just as entangled as our bodies. It’s the most beautiful moment in time.
Until it’s not.
“What. The. Literal. Fuck,” Zilo roars before the door even slams closed behind him.
And then the moment is gone.
FOURTEEN
SHIT
Zilo will make a verygood disappointed father someday.
I know this by how fast he threw my clothes at me, pinging me in the head with a boot, and marched me right outside before the sun even warmed the horizon, ranting through his teeth the entire time.
