Cameron strokes my hair back as I close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation. Alec and Fraser rock me back and forth, finding a dual rhythm. I’m caught between them like a pebble caught in a tide. I want to tell them how good it feels, how it’s the best I’ve ever felt, but my mind is blank. Everything has narrowed to the squeeze-release, push-pull of being shared between them both. I grip onto Cameron for dear life. Everything around me is blurring. It’s not until a tear rolls down my cheek that I realise I’m crying.
Of course, Cameron notices. “No.” He thumbs the tear away. “Summer. Are you all right?”
Alec pauses, his breath hot on the back of my neck. Fraser makes a noise like he’s dying. I want to scream.
“No,” I shout, unintentionally clenching down, trying to get the feeling back. “No, no, no, please,please, don’t stop.”
“Are we hurting you?” Alec demands. “Do you need a break?”
“No!” Jesus, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I keep it together? I scrub furiously at my eyes. “I’m just…overwhelmed. It’s a lot. But I want to keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, oh my God, yes, pleasemove.”
Alec kisses my shoulder. “Cry if you need to.”
I shake my head, wiping my cheeks as more tears silently pool. I’m so frustrated with myself. I’m literally having the best sex of my life, and I’m ruining everything.
“Summer.” Alec’s voice is suddenly commanding. The hair on the back of my neck prickles. “You don’t have to, but if you can, I’d like for you to cry.”
“What? Why?” I try to twist to see him. “Are you being a pervert? Does this get you off?”
“Your body clearly needs to cry,” he says simply. “So let it. It’s okay.”
I don’t believe him. I got mocked by tens of thousands of people online for crying. “I d-don’t want to be like that.”
“Like what?”
Too sensitive. Dramatic. Too much.I shake my head, taking a deep breath.
Suddenly, hands cup my face, and Cameron is looking me dead in the eye. “It’s okay,” he says roughly. “We like you, Summer. Like you are.” I choke back a sob, and his grip tightens. “Whatever you are, however you feel, we don’t mind. For the love of God, just stoppretending.”
I gulp in air, not breaking his gaze. Behind me, Alec starts to move again, sliding deep into me. I feel Fraser rock forwards in response. The pressure inside me grows and grows, and then?—
It feels like a dam bursts. I can’t keep my composure anymore.
I close my eyes and give in. I let myself be taken. I give myself up to the feeling. For the first time I can remember, I don’t think about how I should be acting. I don’t think about my face or the noises that are falling out of me. I don’t care about how messy I’m being, or the tears rolling down my cheeks.
Cameron keeps stroking my face, wiping the wetness away. “We like you like this,” he repeats slowly. “Like you.”
And I actually believe him.
Fraser’s movements start to stutter. “I can’t—” he manages, thick thighs flexing under me. “Christ, honey. You’re so?—”
“Come,” I gasp at him. He grips me tighter. It’s all the warning I get before he shudders, and the hot gush of his release fills me up inside. A broken sound falls out of me as I follow him right off the edge. The climax is impossibly intense, crunching my whole body. I squeeze helplessly around both men, blinded by the pleasure gushing through me.
Alec roars. He slams into me over and over again until he finally comes, hot and shaking, deep inside my arse. Cameron holds me up and kisses my face repeatedly, his fingers shaky on my jaw, his breath coming in ragged pants.
Eventually, the painful ache of the release seeps away. I feel Fraser stroke my hips, like he’s apologising for holding me too tightly. Alec sags against my back.
“You’re okay?” he asks, his voice rough. “You’re all right?”
I’m still shaking. “I’m amazing,” I breathe. Alec kisses my throat softly and pulls out of me. The wet squelching sound is indecent. I moan quietly, my throbbing body clinging to him. Wetness seeps out of my arse and touches my thigh.
I’m too weak to keep myself upright. Alec carefully tips me forwards, and Fraser gathers me up in his arms, burying his face in my hair.
“You gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” he murmurs. “Never met anyone like you.”
