Aimee drew my attention back to her. She’d recovered from her orgasm, her eyes now dark and hungry as she watched Troy finger me. “Don’t forget about me.” She guided my face back between her thighs.
I dove back in eagerly, licking broad stripes across her sensitive flesh, tasting her cum. She was so wet, so responsive, her hips rolling against my mouth as I sucked her clit, flicking my tongue at the pace I knew made her moan.
I lost myself in the sensations—Troy’s fingers stretching me from behind, Aimee’s taste flooding my mouth from the front. My cock hung heavy between my legs, untouched and aching, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. I’d never felt so consumed by pleasure. I was sandwiched between the two people I craved most.
Troy added a third finger, and I moaned against Aimee’s pussy, the sound vibrating through her. The stretch burned in the best way, that edge of pain heightening every spark of pleasure as Troy’s fingers found my prostate and pressed against it.
“Fuck!” I jerked forward, forgetting what I was doing as lightning shot up my spine. “Oh! Right there.”
“What’s this?” He pressed that spot again, making my thighs tremble. “Is this the slut mode button I’ve heard about?”
I whimpered, unable to speak as he massaged that bundle of nerves inside me, almost unbearable pleasure radiating outward. My cock throbbed, so hard it hurt, dripping steadily.
“I think it is,” Aimee laughed breathlessly, her hand on my cheek as I panted against her thigh. “Look at him. He’s completely gone.”
Troy’s fingers curled inside me again, and I cried out, my arms threatening to give way beneath me. “Please,” I begged, the word barely recognizable through my ragged breathing. “Troy, please, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me. Can’t wait anymore.”
“Patience.” But I could hear the strain in his voice, knew he was as desperate as I was. His fingers withdrew slowly, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing, silently begging to be filled again.
“Don’t tease him,” Aimee said. “Can’t you see he needs you?”
I glanced back to see Troy stroking lube over his thick, dark, glistening cock.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I breathed, mesmerized by him preparing to take me.
Troy’s eyes met mine, something fierce and possessive flashing in their depths. “Eyes forward,” he said. “Make Aimee feel good while I fuck you.”
I turned back to Aimee obediently, but she shifted beneath me so my cheek rested against her stomach, carding her fingers through my hair. “You focus on getting fucked, sweetheart. You’re going to feel so good, so connected.”
“Please,” I whispered.
“Shhh.” One hand rubbed circles on the small of my back as Aimee traced along my arms and shoulders. “I’ve got you. Going to fill you up so good, baby.”
He pushed forward, the thick head of his cock breaching my entrance in one smooth, careful thrust. The stretch was intense—much more than his fingers, burning and perfect as my body struggled to accommodate his girth, my hole fluttering with involuntary contractions as my body tried to expel him, or suck him deeper. I gasped against Aimee’s stomach, my eyes squeezing shut as I focused on relaxing and accepting him inside me.
“Breathe,” Aimee whispered, her fingers gentle in my hair as I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled into her stomach. Another inch of Troy’s cock pressed into me. “That’s it. Such a good boy.”
Troy paused, giving me time to adjust, his hands gripping my hips as his cock seemed to take up every inch of space inside me. I whimpered, pressing back, desperate to impale myself on him. He blew out a shaky breath, and I wondered at the restraint it took not to slam forward, to claim me completely in one rough thrust.
He was holding back for me, taking care of me and fighting his need when even I couldn’t do that.
“More,” I encouraged, bracing myself on the bed. “I can take it. I need it”
He groaned, sinking deeper, filling me inch by exquisite inch until I felt the press of his hips against my ass signaling that his cock was fully inside me. I arched back into him, sealing our bodies together where we were joined. I’d never felt so full, so completely possessed. The stretch, pressure, and slight burn were overwhelming and perfect.
“Fuck, Rhett,” Troy breathed, his voice strained. “You feel amazing. So tight around me.”
I whimpered in response, beyond words now. I was lost in the heavy, full sensation of having him inside me. For a moment, we stayed connected, letting my body adjust to the stretch. Then Troy began to move, drawing back slowly before pushing in again, establishing a gentle rhythm that had me moaning with every thrust.
“That’s it,” Aimee moaned, her grip tightening. “You two are gorgeous together. I love watching you get fucked.” Troy’s pace quickened, his cock dragging against my prostate with each thrust.
Troy’s hips snapped forward harder, driving deeper into me, joined so intimately that I could barely process anything. Aimee quivered beneath me, and I slipped a hand between her legs, fucking her with three fingers as Troy drove into me with brutal force.
“Oh fuck.” Her head fell back against the headboard as her hips bucked against my hand. “Mmm, I love watching you. Does he feel good, Troy?”
“So fucking good, like a tight glove made for my cock.” Troy adjusted his angle, thrusting deeper, hitting my prostate with every stroke, the most intense pleasure imaginable coursing through my body. This was what I was made for, to give them the ultimate pleasure.
I moaned against Aimee, the vibration making her rock against my hand. We found a rhythm, moving together like we’d rehearsed it—Troy’s hips driving forward, pushing me against Aimee, her hands roaming over my body.
