“Come here,” I whisper.
He kneels between our spread legs, strokes himself once, then moves closer. Liam holds me steady as Linus guides the head of his cock above where Liam’s buried, and I whimper. With one cant of his hips, Linus’s cock slides easily into me too. My body opens. Full. Trembling.
I bask in the overwhelming rightness of being taken by them.
“Fuck,” Linus moans. “You’re soakin’ us.”
Their cocks frot together inside me, filling my pussy to its limit. I gasp, one hand flying to Linus’s chest for balance.
“Oh my God—”
“You feel everythin’, don’t you?” Liam whispers into my neck, hips shifting. “So full. So fuckin’ good.”
“I love you,” I breathe. “I love both of you. Don’t stop.”
They move together. Liam slides his hands to my hips and thrusts up. Linus presses my thighs back and drives forward. I become the center of a rhythm designed only for me.
Liam gasps. “Every time I think I’ve felt everything with you, you show me more.”
“You’re mine. You’re his.” Linus’s voice breaks. “You’re fuckin’ ours.”
Their rhythm builds, perfectly synced. Liam thrusts up as Linus slams forward. I’m suspended between them, every inch of me is touched, filled, adored. Liam’s fingers slide to my clit, rub with purpose. Linus sucks on my nipples as I start to fall apart.
My orgasm hits like a lightning strike. I scream, loud and unfiltered, my pussy soaking their cocks, my body shaking with every wave.
Their thrusts turn erratic. Liam grips my hips, slams up deep, and spills inside me. Linus isn’t far behind, his cock floods me too.
We stay locked, breathing, shaking, a single body made of three hearts pounding. Liam kisses the side of my neck. Linus strokes my thigh. Then, gently, they ease back.
“We want to keep every drop in you.” Liam keeps me steady as their cocks slide from me, glazed with our mingled release. I whimper, already missing the connection.
Liam lifts me, easing me onto the bed, tilting my hips with pillows. Linus adds more beneath my back, my head, arranging me like something precious.
I know we’ve made our baby tonight. None of us say it aloud. We feel it.
Liam leans in first. His lips meet mine, full of breath and love. His hand cups my jaw as if I might drift away. Linus kisses me next, gentle but deep, tasting me. Then they kiss each other, eyes closed, mouths hungry.
We’re all tied here.
Their hands begin to roam, not possessive, not rushed. Linus strokes my belly with both palms, watching my face, then the small curve of my hip. His fingertips slide along my ribs, my sides, down the outsides of my thighs like he’s memorizing every line.
Liam brushes hair from my face, then traces the hollow of my collarbone, the dip between my breasts. He cups them, soft, reverent, then kisses each one, lips warm and open.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Liam whispers. “Overflowin’ with us.”
Linus kisses the inside of my knee. “We love you so much, Avonna.”
Tears burn behind my eyes. I reach up, cradle both their faces. “I’ve never felt more loved.”
Linus cups my knee and spreads it wider to see me better.
“Look at her,” Liam murmurs. “Drippin’.”
“She’s full,” Linus adds. “We’re gonna keep every drop.”
Liam’s fingertips trace the wet curve of my lower lips, barely brushing. Linus leans in and kisses my hip and moves down my inner thigh. He doesn’t kiss my pussy. He breathes against it, warm, close, teasing. Liam’s finger slides to my pulsing clit with enough pressure to make me squirm. His other hand spreads my outer lips, letting more of their come seep into view.
“Don’t let it fall,” he whispers. “Take it back in, baby.”
