Caz spreads my legs wide, dipping two fingers inside me. “She’s fucking drenched.”
“I’ve been so fucking horny all week, and I can’t wait any longer,” I say over a low moan as Caz adds another finger, stretching me while Saint sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. I grab at Saint’s neck and curl my fingers around his wide length with my other hand, swiping my thumb along the precum glistening at his crown. “Fuck me now. Both of you at once.”
Saint’s eyes darken with lust as his mouth slams down on mine. Caz removes his fingers from my pussy, parting my ass cheeks and sliding one finger inside my puckered hole. I arch off the bed as sensation consumes me. Caz uses my pussy juices to prepare my ass, spitting on his hand and running it along the length of his cock.
Saint lifts me up, sliding behind me and lying lengthways on the bed with his head slightly propped up against the headboard. I climb over him, holding his dick in my hand as I lower my pussy down onto him. We both groan as my heat envelops his throbbing length, and I close my eyes as contentment settles deep in my chest. I pop my eyes open a few seconds later, and he’s watching me, his face betraying similar emotions. Leaning down, I kiss him passionately, because I can’t get enough of his mouth, while Caz trails his fingers down my spine and over the curve of my butt before pressing two digits into my ass.
“Stay like that, baby,” Caz says, sliding his fingers in and out. “And relax.”
I rip my mouth from Saint’s, glancing over my shoulder with a smirk. “You know this isn’t my first rodeo.”
“How could I forget?” He winks, lining his cock up with my ass.
I face Saint again, and we stare into each other’s eyes as Caz slowly slides in my ass. My chest floods with warmth, and my heart swells, and I’m feeling so full—of D and heartfelt emotions I’ve no business feeling.
“Saint, I—” My voice cracks, and I’m on the verge of something monumental. Something I can’t voice because I can’t accept this. This isn’t what I wanted, and I’m scared of losing control or, worse, handing it over to them.
But I seem powerless to stop this freight train of emotion, carrying my heart and my soul as it charges ahead, directionless, with little regard of the journey, only knowing it will stop where fate determines it to stop.
Saint winds his fingers in my hair, firmly grabbing my neck in a vise grip, knowing I need a rough touch. “I know, baby.” He drags my lower lip between his teeth, biting hard and drawing blood. “We feel it too.” His tongue darts out, licking the bead of blood on my lip. “And we’ve got you.”
“Always,” Caz adds, gently rocking in and out of my ass.
“Harder,” Saint commands him, shoving me back until I’m only halfway bent over him. He grips my hips in a painful clutch, moving me up and down on his cock.
“Fuck,” I moan, throwing my hair back and going with the flow, letting them take full control.
Caz leans forward, tugging my head back and claiming my lips in a half-upside-down kiss. His tongue swirls into my mouth as we fuck, and I’m in the middle of my own personal heaven.
Saint trails a hand up my body, rolling and flicking my nipples, one at a time, tweaking and twisting, and I whimper at the pleasure-pain sensations snaking through me.
Caz removes his lips from mine, groaning and cussing as he increases his pace, thrusting in and out of my ass. He nips and bites on my earlobe as he slams in and out of me, and I’m just riding the wave. Saint thrusts his hips up with force as I bounce on top of him, and I’m lost to sensation, ceasing to exist on this plane. There is only pleasure tinged with pain as they pluck and stroke my body like skilled magicians.
Caz slides a hand around my waist, dipping low, his expert fingers finding my clit. Lightning dances across my eyes as he vigorously rubs my bundle of nerves while thrusting inside my ass, in perfect sync with Saint’s commanding pumps inside my pussy.
“Come for us, princess,” Saint demands on a growl, and I self-destruct, screaming as a powerful orgasm whips through me, igniting every nerve ending and cell in my body.
Caz comes next, pulling out of my ass fast and moving around to my front, jerking his dick off over my tits. Ropes of warm cum coat my flushed breasts until Caz leans in, lapping up his own bodily fluids as he cleans me with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Oh fuck. That is so hot.” I tilt my mouth up toward him, seeking his lips on mine. He kisses me with his lips and his tongue as I bounce up and down on Saint, riding his hard cock with abandon.
“Fuck off, Evans,” Saint snaps, breaking our reverie.
I wondered when Saintly would reach his limit. To be fair, he’s trying, so I won’t give him shit for this. I smirk at my territorial caveman as he flips me over, smashing my head into the pillow and thrusting in my pussy from behind. Caz wanders into the bathroom, and I hear the shower running a minute later. Saint picks up speed, rutting into me like a madman, fucking me raw, tearing strips off my heart, and shattering my defenses. “You’re ours, Lo.Mine.Ours.” Saint has come a long way in a short distance, but his words prove he’s still struggling inside. “I don’t fucking care what the label is as long as you know you belong to us. With us.”
“I know, Saintly. Trust me, I know.” Part of me loves it. Part of me hates it.
How can they make me feel like I’m unraveling and being sewn back together at the same time? Perhaps, I’m being remade anew, but thoughts of the unknown terrify me, and putting my trust in them is still something I cannot fully do.
Saint digs his fingers into my hip bones, bruising me, and I can’t get enough. I push my ass back against him, keeping time with his thrusts, and he comes with a deafening roar, shooting his load deep inside me, invading me body and soul. He slumps over my back, pulling us down on the bed. “Lo,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my back. “What are you doing to me?”
“I could ask you the same question,” I pant, trying to regulate my breathing.
He turns me around, cupping my face, and I gasp at the vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t do this, Lo. I’ve never given any part of myself to any woman.”
“I haven’t either, and I’m trusting more than just you.”
He stares into my eyes, probing the truth, and his vulnerability takes on a new slant. His eyes darken, and his hold on my face tightens. “Do not fuck me over.” He grips my cheeks tight. “I will fucking squeeze every breath from your body if you screw with me.”
