I glance over my shoulder as Ryder moves behind me, producing a small bottle of lube from somewhere. The coolslickness of his fingers against my ass makes me gasp and instinctively tighten around Dominic.
“Relax,” Ryder murmurs, his free hand gently rubbing circles on the small of my back. “I’ve got you.”
As I watch him, Liam approaches Ryder from behind. My eyes widen as I realize what’s happening—Liam squeezes lube onto his fingers and reaches between Ryder’s cheeks. Ryder groans but doesn’t stop preparing me, working a finger slowly into my ass while Liam does the same to him.
I’m mesmerized by how Ryder maintains his focus on me even as Liam stretches him open.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my hips beginning to move again on Dominic. “Nothing is sexier than seeing you with each other like this—so fucking dominant and masculine while still taking pleasure from each other.”
Dominic’s eyes darken. “You like watching men fuck men, baby girl?”
I nod. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His hand slides up my body, past my neck, until his fingers tangle in my hair. With one swift movement, he yanks my head down until our faces are inches apart. His eyes burn into mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that makes my insides clench. “Don’t look away. Not for a second.”
I gasp as he thrusts up sharply into me, still maintaining that unwavering eye contact. Behind me, Ryder’s fingers continue their careful work, stretching me open patiently.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, finding it nearly impossible to look away even if I wanted to.
“Good girl,” Dominic purrs. “Now breathe deep and relax that pretty ass. We’re both going to fuck you at the same time.”
My body tenses involuntarily at his words, clenching around both his cock and Ryder’s probing fingers.
“I said relax,” Dominic repeats more firmly, his free hand coming down on my ass with a stinging slap that makes me yelp. “You can take us both. Your body was made for this.”
I draw in a shaky breath, trying to follow his command. Ryder adds more lube, the cool sensation a stark contrast to the heat building between us.
“That’s it,” Ryder murmurs encouragingly from behind me. “Just like that, princess. You’re doing so well.”
Dominic never breaks eye contact, watching every flicker of emotion across my face. “Don’t you dare look away from me when he pushes into you,” he commands. “I want to see everything you feel.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “Every. Single. Thing.”
I feel Ryder’s breath hot against my neck as his fingers withdraw. “Ready, princess?” he whispers, the head of his cock teasing my entrance. “Take a deep breath for me.”
“Eyes on me,” Dominic reminds me. “Breathe with me.”
I inhale shakily, trying to relax my body as Ryder pushes forward. The pressure is nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. I gasp, instinctively trying to pull away, but Dominic holds me firmly in place.
“Don’t fight it,” Dominic murmurs. “Your body can take us both. Relax into it.”
Ryder eases in slowly, each inch stretching me impossibly further. Tears spring to my eyes from the overwhelming fullness.
“You’re doing so well,” Dominic praises, his thumb catching a tear as it slips down my cheek. “That’s it, baby girl. Just a little more.”
“Fuck,” I whimper as Ryder sinks deeper. The sensation of both men inside me—separated by only the thinnest barrier offlesh—is overwhelming. My body trembles with the effort of accommodating them both.
“Almost there,” Ryder groans behind me, his fingers digging into my hips. “You feel incredible.”
Dominic never breaks his gaze, watching every expression on my face. “Breathe through it,” he instructs. “Feel how perfectly you take us both. Made for this. Made for us.”
When Ryder finally bottoms out, I feel impossibly filled—stretched to my limits. The initial discomfort begins melting away quickly, though.
“Good girl,” Dominic purrs, genuine pride warming his voice. “Now stay still. Let your body adjust.” His hands move to cradle my face. “Tell me how it feels to be so completely filled by us both.”
I can’t form coherent thoughts with both inside me. My entire existence narrows to the point where our bodies connect—the delicious stretch, the burning pressure that walks the knife’s edge between pain and ecstasy.
“Move,” I whisper. “Please, I need you to move.”
