I come with a cry that Alexei captures in our kiss. My body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes through me in waves that seem endless. Clenching around Maksim's fingers while Zakhar's teeth on my nipple send aftershocks radiating through my nervous system.
When I can breathe again, when the pleasure has faded from acute to pleasant tingling, Maksim repositions me with confident hands.
He guides me to the edge of the mattress. Has me lie with my head hanging slightly off the side, creating an angle I understand immediately.
Zakhar moves between my legs. Enters me with one smooth thrust that makes us both groan. He starts to move immediately, deep and steady, each stroke hitting the angle that makes my toes curl.
Alexei kneels beside me on the bed. His hands find my breasts, still sensitive from Zakhar's mouth. He pinches my nipples with just enough pressure to toe the line between pleasure and pain, rolling them between his fingers.
Maksim stands at the edge of the bed near my head. He strokes himself once, slow and deliberate, while looking down at me with eyes that burn.
"Open your mouth," he commands, voice rough. "Get me nice and wet."
The words send a jolt of arousal through me so intense I clench around Zakhar involuntarily.
I open my mouth. Maksim guides himself between my lips with one hand, the other coming to rest gently at my throat. Not pressing. Just feeling. The angle lets him slide deep, and I relax my throat to take him, breathing through my nose.
The sensation of being filled from both ends while Alexei works my breasts is almost too much to process. Pleasure from three different sources. Three different types of stimulation. My mind can barely keep up with my body's responses.
Alexei disappears from my peripheral vision. I hear him moving toward the bathroom. The sound of cabinets opening. Rummaging through drawers.
When he returns, he's smiling that wild grin that usually means trouble. Holding a jar of coconut oil I keep for skincare.
"Found it," he says, satisfaction evident in his voice.
They orchestrate the next position change with surprising coordination. Like they've discussed this. Planned it. Agreed silently on how this would go.
Alexei helps me onto my hands and knees in the center of the bed. But then he does what I don't expect. He pulls my arms behind my back gently but firmly. Crosses them. Holds both my wrists in one of his large hands.
I'm helpless like this. Unable to brace myself properly. Unable to control the angle or depth. Held up only by Alexei's grip on my wrists and his body as he enters me from behind.
The vulnerability of the position makes my pulse accelerate. I'm completely at their mercy. Dependent on them to hold me. To not let me fall.
And I love it.
Zakhar kneels in front of me. Guides himself to my mouth. I take him willingly, loving this complete surrender.
Behind me, I feel Maksim's hands on my ass. Large. Warm. Spreading me gently. The cool touch of coconut oil against skin no one has ever touched before makes me tense slightly.
"Breathe," Maksim murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Relax for me,moya koroleva. I'll take care of you."
One finger enters slowly. So slowly. Carefully. Giving me time to adjust to the foreign sensation. It's strange but not unpleasant. Different but not bad.
He works me patiently. Adding more oil when needed. Moving in gradual circles. Letting my body learn this new type of touch.
A second finger joins the first. Stretching carefully. Preparing me with the same methodical attention he brings to everything.
The combination of Alexei moving inside me, Zakhar in my mouth, and Maksim's fingers preparing me somewhere I've never been touched sends me over the edge again. I come around Alexei with a muffled cry, my body clenching and shaking, held up only by their hands.
Maksim praises, his voice warm with approval. "So perfect for us."
When I've stopped trembling, when I can think again beyond pure sensation, they rearrange us one more time.
Alexei lies on his back in the center of the bed. Helps me straddle his hips, guiding me with steady hands. I sink down onto him slowly, taking him deep.
Then I feel Maksim behind me. The blunt pressure of his cock, slick with oil, pressing against my ass.
"Slowly," he says, and I can hear the control in his voice. The restraint. "Tell me if it's too much."
