"Hello both of you," I said with a laugh. I'd never felt so full in my life, with a man in each of those holes. So deep and thick.
Carefully, slowly, they started to move. Sliding in and out of me in unison, almost like they'd done this a hundred times before.
Boner held me gently, his hands on my hips, helping me to rise and fall, to create friction with him without dislodging Cass.
It took a few moments to get it right but soon we were all moving in unison. Breathing in unison too, I noticed. Ragged breaths. Slick with sweat.
I closed my eyes and focused on rolling my hips the right way. Enjoying the sensations, the smells, the sounds. Both of them were grunting and groaning as they thrust. Those were not in unison, so I could enjoy them both. The whole thing together was like a beautiful symphony. All the right ingredients placed together just so, for the perfect balance.
If I could make this into a meal, I'd make a fortune. Not that I'd share it with the world. No, this was just for us. For me and my men.
For once, no one was barking orders. I don't think Cass could have managed coherent words if he wanted to. I certainly couldn't.
Archer and Jules sat in separate armchairs, both watching us avidly. Jules' expression suggesting I was the dirty whore he called me, but not in a bad way. He was appreciating that I enjoyed sex, loving the show we were putting on for him, committing it to memory for later.
"I’ve died," Boner said. Apparently he was the only one here capable of putting thought into words. "I've died and gone to heaven. This is why you call your restaurants 'Angels'? Right, love? Because you are one."
I managed to smile. I was no angel. Right now I only wanted to be me. Right here in this moment.
Whatever happened after this, we'd have tonight.
I chastised myself for thinking that. We'd have more than that. We had to. I needed to do this a lot more. I liked to practice something until I got it right. This would definitely take approximately…oh, fifty years of practice, maybe more. It was a study I could devote myself to without any qualms.
I might even sell my restaurants and spend the rest of my life being double stuffed. I read about it in books, but the reality was almost indescribable. Full, hot, sticky perfection. Like pizza, but better.
Without warning, another orgasm washed over me. Even stickier and more perfect. More intense than the ones which came before. No pun intended.
This one was trying to swallow me whole while shattering me at the same time. Breaking me like I'd never been broken before, only to put me back together.
I cried out. Rolled my hips harder, chasing the bliss. Wanting to make it last for longer. Forever, if possible. That didn't seem like too much to ask.
Boner was a moment behind me, thrusting up into me. Muttering a string of words that I couldn't make out. Something along the lines of, "Oh fucking good gravy fucking yeah fuck amazing yes."
Approximately.
I could have the order of that wrong.
A moment after him was Cass' turn. His fingers dug into my hips as his body stilled. I felt the rush of heat into my ass as he flooded me with his cum.
Hands trembling, Cass slowly slid out of me and flopped down on the edge of the couch. So close, he almost fell off.
Boner chuckled.
"So graceful, little bro," Jules called out.
Cass' face was buried in the side of the couch beside my bicep. He said something muffled that sounded like, "I'd flip you off but I can't be bothered."
Jules barked a laugh. "Don't act like you didn't like it."
None of us was going to do that. We'd all had a thoroughly good time with each other. Not one regret from any of us.
Except…this had to end for now. That was inevitable, I supposed. We all had to sleep at some point. The curse of being mere humans.
"Hey Cass," Boner said, "I don't care what other ideas you've had in your entire life. That was the best one. Ever."
Cass lifted his face and looked over at us, his eyes all but obscured by his hair.
"Yeah it was." He flopped his face back down.
