“Oh, it’s working alright,” I smirk, his cock throbs in my hands.
His body shudders under my touch. His eyes, once boarded up and blank, are now windows to his soul. I can see his resolve crumbling with every stroke of my hand.
“For fuck's sake!” Mitch chuckles under his breath at my cheek. “I swear you’re the same fucking person in different fonts.” Mitch’s playful irritation resonates in my chest, and I can’t help but laugh. “Get out of your fucking head, man. She’s telling you she wants it. Give her what she fucking wants,” Mitch commands.
Ian’s eyes are pleading, caught between listening to Mitch and listening to his heart. I can see the switch on his face, the war between obeying his dom like a good boy and commanding control as a dom himself.
The struggle in his eyes as he tries to overcome his own emotional barrier is like a sobering slap in the face. At this moment, as much as I want to be fucked, I just want to fucking hug him.
I pull my hand from its grip around his cock and wrap my arms around his neck instead, pulling him close. My tits pressed against his warm chest.
“It’s okay,” I say softly next to his ear, “I promise.”
Mitch palms my throat and squeezes just enough to send a shockwave through my body. “Help him. Tell him how you like to be fucked.”
Mitch’s grip tightens, sending all the right signals to my pussy, before loosening enough for me to speak.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I beg, and Mitch tightens his grip on my throat, and I take it as a sign that Ian will need more convincing than that. “I want to feel the burn of every inch of you inside of me. I want to wake up tomorrow and still feel the damage you’ve done. I want you to let go and fuck me with no worries. No restraint. Punish me like the bitch I’ve been to you. Like you’ve dreamed. Show me what I’ve been missing out on.”
Ian trembles against me, burying his face in my tits and inhales deeply.
“Do you hear her?” Mitch asks hoarsely, loosening his grip on my throat, satisfied with my attempt. He grabs Ian’s hand and swipes it up my soaked clit. “Do you feel what you do to her? That the mere thought of you stretching her makes her fucking soaked.”
Ian looks up from my chest, his face puzzled like the pieces are starting to click into place, “Youwantit to hurt?”
I roll my lips between my teeth and nod slowly.
“Why the fuck do you think I’ve been trying so hard to get you two together,” Mitch laughs over my shoulder, then plants a kiss on my neck. “I may be a stupid fuck boy, but I’m not dumb. I saw the possibility of my two favorite people getting what they desperately want, and I wanted you to have it.”
I suck in a gasp as my own puzzle is clicking into place. This whole time, I thought all the meddling was just Mitch wanting to help get his best friend laid, but it was so much more than that. It was Mitch, pairing his best friend with someone who could handle his insecurities. A girl who could handle all of what he has to offer and will thank him for any pain caused in the process.
Fucking genius, this man.
I shake my head and reach back for a grip in Mitch’s hair, “You’re a fucking mastermind, you know that…but a littleelaboration months ago would have saved us a lot of trouble, dumbass.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Mitch’s kisses turn into retaliatory nibbles, nipping his teeth at my sensitive skin, causing my body to jolt and shiver. I take a deep breath before finding Ian’s eyes again.
“Pain is part of the pleasure for me, but I can understand if you’re apprehensive,” I say, trying to soothe the worry carved into Ian’s features. “Ian, I only want what you’re willing to give. I’m not asking for more than what you’re comfortable with. I just want you, and if you’re really that worried about hurting me, that’s okay. We can go as slow as you need.”
Ian’s voice is soft, his gaze full of wonder and cautious excitement. “I’ve just never been with anyone who…enjoys the pain,” Ian says, unsure of himself.
“Look at me,” I say, grabbing his face in my hands. “You have no idea how much I want you to ruin me…ruin everyone else for me while you're at it. I want to feel the deepest need for the two of you whenever anyone else touches me.”
As expected, in a sudden surge of primal desire, both men come for my throat. Ian’s hand layers over Mitch’s already present grip around my neck, the pressure intensifying, forcing my head back onto Mitch’s shoulder. I can feel every breath struggling its way in and out of me, my body relying on them for support.
“No one else touches you,” Ian growls, inches from my face.The intensity in his eyes is a stark contrast to his earlier apprehension, which is no longer present in his stare. “Do you understand? Nobody but us.”
Mitch squeezes my throat in agreement as I nod in an all-out surrender.
“I’m so fucking done worrying about who’s fucking you when you’re not riding my cock,” Mitch growls. “I’m not sharing you with anyone else anymore. You’re mine. You’re ours.”
Mitch’s voice vibrates through my back and into my heart, where his words mend a part of me that has been broken for as long as I can remember. My heart swells in my chest as their combined grip tightens, both physically on my body and figuratively on my soul, as they sink their claws deeper and deeper into my willing flesh.
I’ve never belonged to anyone before, not truly. A sense of completeness washes over me, spreading to every nerve ending across my body, like I’ve been stumbling aimlessly through life, and I’m finally finding my way home. A home that I never knew existed, but now that it’s in my grasp, I want to claim it as mine and never let them go. I want to sink my claws into them and hold on for dear life as if some fundamental part of meis meant to exist for them.
“Yours,” I choke out, tears building at the corners of my eyes. “I’m yours. I’m yours.” I chant.
Ian releases his grip on my throat and slides his hand to the back of my head. “Just remember,” he says, pressing the tip of his cock back at my entrance, “you asked for this.”
