“Bedroom,” Aimee gasped as Rhett’s thumb found her clit. “Now.”
We stumbled down the hall, a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, pausing every few steps to kiss and touch. When we reached my room, I took control, pushing Rhett backward onto the bed with more force than was necessary, a move I knew drove him wild.
“On your back.” Satisfaction surged through me as he complied immediately, spreading his legs in invitation. I settled between his thighs, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and giving it a firm stroke before taking him into my mouth.
The taste of him was familiar now, and no less devastating. I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of precome before taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked. Aimee knelt on the bed beside us, one hand skimming over my hair, coaxing me to continue sucking, the other cupping Rhett’s chin as she leaned down to kiss him.
“Fuck, Troy,” Rhett groaned against Aimee’s lips, his hips bucking against my grip. “So good. Your mouth... so good.”
I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his impressive length, all while watching through half-lidded eyesas Rhett slid his fingers between Aimee’s thighs once more. She moaned into their kiss, rocking against his hand, and I imagined he was stretching her for what was to come, preparing her to take us both.
The thought sent a wild pulse of need through me, and I sucked Rhett in deep, determined to drive him to the edge of control.
“Wait,” he gasped, his free hand pushing at my shoulder. “Gonna come if you don’t stop.”
I released him with a wet pop, licking my lips as I straightened up. “Can’t have that. Not yet.” I reached for a pillow from the head of the bed, tapping Rhett’s hip. “Lift up.”
He obeyed without question, raising his hips so I could slide the cushion beneath him, elevating his lower body at the perfect angle. Then I turned to Aimee, who was watching us with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“Come here.” I guided her to straddle Rhett’s hips, positioning myself behind her, my hands on her waist as I slowly lowered her onto Rhett’s waiting cock. The sight of him disappearing inside her, inch by delicious inch, made my mouth water with want.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder as Rhett filled her completely. “So deep.”
I reached for the lube on the bedside table, squirting a generous amount onto my palm before wrapping my hand around mycock. The cool gel warmed quickly as I stroked myself, watching Aimee begin to move on Rhett, rising and falling in a rhythm that had both of them panting.
Unable to resist, I reached between them with my still-slick hand, finding Rhett’s balls and massaging them as Aimee rode him. He cursed, his hips bucking up harder, driving deeper into Aimee. Entranced by the up-close view of the two of them joined, I slipped a finger inside her, making sure she was slick and ready, sliding it along the underside of his swollen cock, teasing him.
“Please,” she begged, reaching back to grab my hip. “I want you both. Now.”
I moved closer, coaxing her to lean forward to give me better access, and she arched her back, bracing herself against Rhett’s chest as she ground down on him. I dragged myself against her pussy, the head of my cock nudging against where they were joined. I could feel Rhett’s shaft pulsing with the same desperate need that consumed me. With exquisite care, I began to press forward, stretching her impossibly wider as I entered alongside Rhett.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—hot, tight, and indescribably intimate. Not just Aimee’s body gripping me, but the slide of Rhett’s cock against mine, every ridge and vein pressed into mine. It was the closest physical expression of what we’d become—three separate beings joined into one incredible whole.
Aimee screamed, her body trembling between us. “It’s too much,” she gasped, even as her hips rocked back, taking me deeper. “Too full.”
I ran a soothing hand down her back and stilled, preparing to back off if we were hurting her.
“No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Need you both.”
“We’ve got you.” I pressed my lips to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Just breathe. Let us in.”
Rhett’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her as I continued my slow, inexorable push inward. “So good,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder. “Fuck, Troy, I can feel you.”
When I was seated fully inside, all three of us stilled, breathing hard, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation. I’d never felt this kind of connection, this soul-deep joining, and it was fucking beautiful.
“I love you,” Aimee sobbed, writhing between us as she reached back to grab my ass, holding me where she needed me. She was fucking beautiful like this, impaled on us.
“We love you too.” I began to move, slowly at first, careful not to hurt her. “You’re ours now, Aims.”
“Yours,” she agreed, her body beginning to relax, to accept us both. “And you’re mine. Both of you.”
I guided one of Rhett’s hands to Aimee’s clit, showing him how to touch her while we moved together. I cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipples between my fingers hard enough to make her gasp.
The three of us found a rhythm—awkward at first, then increasingly fluid as we learned to move as one entity. Aimee’s body became the vessel that connected us, the conduit through which our pleasure flowed back and forth. She quivered around us, clutching us both to her as her words devolved into wild gibberish.
Then she came, her inner walls clamping down on us both, squeezing so tight it bordered on painful. She cried out, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her. The sensation pushed me dangerously close to the edge as I fought to hold back, to make this last as long as possible.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop. I’m going to—again—”
