They both freeze, staring.
Noah’s eyes go wide, dimples forgotten as his mouth actually drops open a little. “Jesus, Lila..look at you.”
Evan behind me exhales a slow, shaky breath against my neck, his hands hovering like he’s afraid to touch. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe. “These tits, God, I dream about them.”.
Noah reaches out first, cupping one breast in his large palm like it’s something precious. His thumb brushes over my nipple, making it tighten instantly. “So soft, and these pretty ink nipples? I’m done for.” He looks up at me, blue eyes dark with hunger. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Blondie. Seriously”
Evan’s arms tighten around my waist, pulling me back against his chest so he can look over my shoulder. His hands slide up, replacing Noah on the other breast, squeezing gently. “They fit my hands perfectly,” he whispers, lips grazing my ear. “So full, so responsive… look how hard you get for us already.”
I arch instinctively, pushing into their touch, and Noah groans low. “Fuck, do that again. Watching them bounce a little? I could come just from this view.”
Evan chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through my back. “Not yet, brother. We’re just getting started.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers while Noah leans in, mouth closing over the other, hot and wet, tongue flicking slow, teasing circles.
I whimper, head falling back against Evan’s shoulder.
“That’s it,” Evan praises, “Let us worship you. You deserve this—every second.”
A hand, Evan’s, slides up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher. Fingers trace over my soaked panties, pressing the damp fabric against my clit. I whimper into Noah’s mouth as he switches to my other breast.
They move like they’ve rehearsed this, seamless, wordless. One mouth on mine, then the other. Hands mapping every inch of exposed skin. I lose track of whose fingers are whose; all I know is I’m trembling, dripping, aching.
Noah pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, voice husky. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
Evan’s lips graze my ear. “Look at you—taking everything we give you. So perfect.”
He guides me forward gently until I’m on all fours. Noah stays kneeling in front of me, sweats shoved down, cock hard and flushed. I don’t wait for instructions—I lean in, licking a stripe up the underside, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting salt and him.
Noah groans quietly, fingers threading gently through my hair—not pulling, just anchoring. “Fuck, Lila… just like that.”
Behind me, Evan pushes my skirt up to my waist, tugging my panties down my thighs. Cool air hits my slick folds; I shiver. His palms spread me open gently, and then his mouth is there—warm, wet tongue licking one long, slow stripe from clit to entrance.
I moan around Noah’s cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
Evan doesn’t tease long. He slides two fingers inside me easily, I’m so wet they sink deep on the first thrust. He curls them, stroking that spot that makes my thighs shake, tongue flicking my clit in steady rhythm.
Noah guides my head with the lightest pressure, letting me set the pace as I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, hand stroking what I can’t fit.
I’m lost in sensation, full at both ends, worshipped, cherished. The quiet of the station around us only heightens everything: every wet sound, every muffled moan, the soft creak of the floor beneath us.
Evan pulls his fingers free; I whine in protest around Noah. Then the blunt head of Evan’s cock nudges my entrance. He pushes in inch by inch, hands steady on my hips, giving me time to adjust. When he’s fully seated, we all freeze for a heartbeat, breathing hard.
Evan leans over my back, lips at my ear. “You okay, baby?”
I pull off Noah just long enough to gasp, “Yes—please move.”
They find a rhythm together, Evan thrusting deep and steady from behind, Noah guiding my mouth with gentle hands. Every push from Evan rocks me forward onto Noah, every pull back leaves me aching for more.
It’s perfect synergy, careful but relentless. Evan’s hand slips around my hip, fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles. Noah’s thumb brushes my cheek, eyes locked on mine, full of awe and heat.
The pleasure coils tighter, faster. I’m trembling between them, overwhelmed by how completely they have me—how safe I feel even as I’m falling apart.
Evan feels it first. “Come for us, Lila,” he whispers, voice rough with restraint. “Let us feel you.”
Noah echoes him, soft and reverent. “Come on, gorgeous. We’ve got you.”
That’s all it takes. I shatter, walls clenching hard around Evan, waves of heat crashing through me. My moan is muffled around Noah, body shaking as they hold me steady through every pulse.
Evan follows seconds later, thrusts stuttering, burying deep with a choked groan against my shoulder as he spills inside me.
