“Look at you.” Theo’s voice is rough behind me. His cock is hard against my back, leaking against my skin. “Riding his cock like you were made for it. Pussy stretched around him, slick everywhere. So fucking beautiful.”
Behind me, I feel Theo shift out of the way. Then Lucas’s fingers are between my ass cheeks, slick with my arousal, circling my back entrance.
“Relax.” Lucas’s voice is steady. Soothing. “Just one finger first. Tell me how it feels.”
He presses inside—slow, so slow—and I force myself to breathe. It’s strange. Different. A pressure I’ve never felt before, intense and foreign and somehowgood.
“Okay?” Lucas asks.
“Yes.” My voice comes out breathy. “More. Please.”
He works me open patiently, adding fingers one at a time, stretching me while Nate holds still beneath me. It takes every ounce of his self-control—I can feel it through the bond, feel him shaking with the effort of not thrusting up into me.
“You’re doing so well.” Theo’s hand slides around to cup my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. The sensation shoots straight to my clit. “Taking his fingers so beautifully.Going to take his cock soon. Going to be so full of us you can barely breathe.”
“Yes.” I’m rocking between them now—forward onto Nate’s cock, back onto Lucas’s fingers. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Pleasure building from two directions at once. “Please. I’m ready. I need?—”
Lucas withdraws his fingers and I whine at the loss. My ass clenches around nothing, suddenly empty, needing.
Then something bigger is pressing against my back entrance—the head of his cock, slicked up and ready.
“Deep breath,” he murmurs. “Bear down for me.”
He pushes in.
I cry out—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of it. He’s thick, stretching me in ways I’ve never been stretched before, and I can feel him and Nate inside me at the same time, separated by just a thin wall of flesh. The pressure is incredible. I feelfull—fuller than I’ve ever been.
“Oh god.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. “Oh god, that’s?—”
“Too much?” Lucas pauses, holding perfectly still.
“No.” I grab Nate’s shoulders, anchor myself. “Not enough. More. Give me more.”
He sinks deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s fully seated. Two cocks inside me, stretching me, claiming me from both sides. I can feel them pressed together through the thin barrier between my pussy and ass, can feel every pulse and throb.
“Cara.” Nate’s voice is wrecked. His hands are shaking on my hips, and he makes a sound—low and guttural—that says everything words can’t.
“Incredible.” Lucas sounds just as undone. “The pressure. The heat. Cara, you’re taking us so well. Your body was made for this.”
For a moment, none of us move. We just breathe together, adjusting to the impossible fullness, the overwhelming intimacy of being connected like this.
Then Theo’s hand is in my hair, tilting my head back.
“One more,” he says. “You wanted all of us. Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
I do.
He feeds his cock past my lips, thick and hot on my tongue, and I moan around him. The taste of him floods my mouth—salt and musk andalpha. I’m stuffed completely now—Nate in my pussy, Lucas in my ass, Theo in my mouth. Three alphas claiming me at once.
It’s filthy. It’s overwhelming. It’severything.
Somewhere in the back of my heat-hazed brain, the writer in me thinks:this is going in a book someday. And then Nate rolls his hips and I stop thinking entirely.
They start to move, and I feel everything—their pleasure tangled with mine. Nate thrusts up into me, slow and deep, his cock dragging against that spot with every stroke. Lucas matches his rhythm, pulling back when Nate pushes in, so I’m never empty, always full of at least one of them. Theo rocks his hips gently, letting me take him at my own pace, his hand gentle in my hair.
The sensations blur together until I can’t tell where one ends and another begins.
Cock in my mouth, heavy on my tongue, the taste of salt and musk. I suck and lick and take him as deep as I can, feel him pulse against my lips.
