“Both of you. Always both of you, please,” she sighed, her pussy clenching, desperate for something, too.
“I think she’s ready,” Van grunted from behind her and she nodded. He kissed her hard again. “Fuck I can’t wait to fill you up. Lift her up a little, Grant.”
She squeaked as Grant did as he asked, and then she felt the broad, blunt head of Van’s cock against that part of her. Shefelt Van’s mouth drop to the meaty part of her shoulder where it met her back as he pressed, heard his panting breaths as just the head of his cock slid inside. Her entire body wilted and he pressed open mouthed kisses to her shoulder as he slowly eased more of his hardness deeper. The fingers of one hand sifted through her hair gently, swiping it away from her face as he breathed reverently, “Fuck. That’s a good girl. Let me in, little one. Just breathe. You’re doing so good.”
She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. She was so full. Panting, she shifted in Grant’s arms and she and Van moaned at the same time with the movement. He bottomed out and she whispered, “Oh my god.Van.”
With Van seated fully inside her, he slid one arm beneath her hip on one side, his other hand drifting down and spreading wide on the curve of her ribs on the other as Grant shifted, loosening his hold just enough to release one arm. Both men had her weight balanced between them, as if she were as little as they claimed. Grant reached between them and took hold of his cock, positioning it at the entrance to her pussy. Opening her eyes, she stared into his. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness, slick from arousal and the lube Van had used, before pushing up.
“Oh god,” she cried, her head falling back against Van’s shoulder again. She was trembling, shaking between them, her body fighting against the intrusion of both of them inside her. It was too much. They were too big, there was no way they were both going to fit. They were going to break her, split her open,ruin her, she was sure of it.
“Oh,baby girl,” Van whispered reverently against her temple, using Grant’s nickname for her. He held onto her tighter, her shaking intensifying as Grant delved ever deeper. Stretching her beyond what she thought she could handle. She panted, writhing between them, fighting the ache thataccompanied them both. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she squeezed them shut. “You’re doing so good. Stretching open to take both of our cocks like such a good girl. We’ve got you. You just open up and take us.” His hips rolled against her ass, not quite enough to move inside her, but enough that she felt every inch of him as Grant pushed in, slowly, thick inch by thick inch. Her fingers scrabbled at Grant’s bicep, her other hand grabbing a handhold on Van’s forearm as they worked to fit them both inside her. The stretch was almost too much, the fullness so much more than she had expected, and still she trembled between them. She felt sweat dotting her forehead and a tear slid down her cheek, the pleasure and pain such a heady mixture it was nearly impossible to tell one from the other. “Are you okay, love?”
She nodded frantically, gasping breaths tearing from her throat as she shook her head. “Oh god—it’s too much—"
“Just breathe, butterfly. You’re doing so good, baby girl,” Grant whispered, his voice thick and guttural, leaning forward to kiss away the tear that tracked down her cheek. “You’re taking us both so well. So fuckingtight. You’re opening up so good for us. How does her ass feel, Van?”
“Fuck, so good. She’s so tight,” Van breathed from behind her, his mouth dropping to press against her shoulder. His fingers dug into her thigh where he was supporting her weight on one side. “Do you feel us, Hope? Do you feel how full you are of both of us? Is this how you wanted it to be? Not having to choose?”
“Yes!” she cried, her head tossing back and forth against his shoulder. Turning her head, she reached blindly for his mouth. She kissed him fiercely, their tongues tangling. Grant pushed the rest of the way in and she couldn’t stop the mewling cry that escaped her when she felt him pulse inside her. She was so full.Van pressed his forehead to hers, panting raggedly against her mouth. “I love you, I love you—"
“You’re ours,” Van whispered, his lips moving against hers, and she smiled brilliantly against his lips, another tear tracking down her cheek. As one, they shifted, drawing out before working their way back in. She shuddered, the ache morphing slowly into pleasure. “Ours.”
“Yours,” she breathed raggedly, more tears stinging her eyes. Turning, she reached for Grant’s mouth with her own, kissing him deeply. “Yours. Yours.”
“Fucking Christ,” Van grunted, moving his hips in a steady rhythm, pulling out before sinking back in fully. “You’re taking us so well. So perfect, Hope.”
She let out a shuddering breath, pressing her hand flat against Grant’s chest, her back flush against Van’s behind her. Shifting, she made a sound that was half moan, half whine.
“Use your words, butterfly. What do you need? Talk to us, Hope,” Grant murmured, his voice low and gentle.
She was just so full, painfully, deliciously so. She was theirs. And they were hers. She loved them.
“Mine,” she panted raggedly, hiccupping a soft sob. She kissed him again before turning to Van and capturing his mouth with hers, too. “You’re mine, too. Both of you.”
“That’s our girl,” Van whispered huskily against her mouth. They never stopped moving inside her, drawing her closer and closer to that precipice. She knew when she went over, she would never recover. But they would be there with her. Grant circled her jaw with his fingers, drawing her mouth from Van’s and back to his. She delighted in the way they were both possessive of her in their own ways, and the way they shared her so well. She’d never felt more cherished than she did when she was with them.
Grant’s hand drifted down and found her breast, his fingers plucking at her nipple while they continued kissing. Thesensation rocketed straight through her to her core, causing her inner walls to clench tight, and she laughed breathlessly when both men groaned in unison. Their hips moved faster, sometimes sinking into her at the same time, going deep together, other times alternating, both sending her entire nervous system into a firework frenzy. Grant flicked her nipple again and she spasmed around them, and Van panted, “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last.”
Leaning back against Van’s chest, she twisted her head and kissed him again, sobbing into his mouth when she felt Grant’s mouth drop to her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and laving it with his nimble tongue. Her body spasmed around theirs, locked deep inside. She writhed in their arms when Grant’s fingers found her clit, stroking it deftly with the pad of his thumb. She clenched around both of them again, making Van’s hips stutter.
Van growled through clenched teeth, “Hope, I need you to stop that—"
“Don’t you dare fucking stop—” Grant demanded, thrusting deep even as his tongue flicked her nipple again. Held between them, secure in their arms, she cried out and Grant hummed against her flesh as Van’s fingers tightened where he held her.
“Hope—” Van groaned low, his breath catching in his throat. Half warning, half plea.
She was so close, her body already in free fall. Tossing her head wildly against Van’s shoulder, she sobbed, “I can’t stop, I’m going to—”
And then she detonated like a goddamn bomb, her entire body seizing with the force of her orgasm. Her toes curled. Her thighs shook. Her abs contracted. She came so hard that stars burst behind her tightly clenched eyelids. She might have stopped breathing, her heart hammering in her chest as her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
Their hips hammered into hers, her orgasm pulling Van’s from him with a low, guttural groan, his lips against her temple while her head was thrown back against his shoulder. His cock pulsed inside her ass, filling her, and then she sobbed, sucking in lungful after lungful of air when Grant followed moments later. There was nothing like this. Nothing would ever be like this. With them. Grant’s forehead dropped to her shoulder as he growled through his orgasm, his hips making shallow, deep thrusts as he pumped her full of his cum. He wrapped both arms beneath her thighs again, spreading her wide around his hips. She was so full of them, and she never wanted it to end.
They remained as they were for long moments, panting into the semi darkness of the room. She was still held up by Grant’s impossibly strong arms beneath her thighs and Van’s hands gripping her waist. Grant raised his head, and she kissed him slowly, softly. So different from moments before and so fraught with emotion. Then Van’s hand was at her throat when she pulled away from Grant, and he turned her face over her shoulder to his. They kissed and kissed. Long and slow and sweet. Nothing had ever felt so good. So right.
Her and Grant and Van.
She didn’t want one without the other. If she ever had to choose between the two… no. She couldn’t. It was impossible. The thought made her physically ill. She loved them. She loved them both and she knew it with every single fiber of her being. Had possibly loved them from the very beginning. There was no her without them. It was all together… or not at all. And that simply wasn’t an option.
