Elliot slides out and lifts me off his lap, voice dark. “Go on, Cal. Give her what she’s begging for.”
Oh.
Oh yes, sir.
Multiplayer mode unlocked.
God, I love them.
I drop to my hands and knees.
Callum is already behind me, hard, cursing under his breath.
Elliot kneels in front of me, holding my face possessively.
“Open,” he says. Then to Callum, “Don’t stop until her legs shake.”
Callum’s hands clamp around my hips as he pushes in, thick and steady, dragging a ragged moan out of me.
The kind that scrapes the bottom of my lungs.
Elliot kneels in front of me, cock slick from my pussy, and cups my jaw. “Open.”
I do.
He slides in slow, savoring it, thumb brushing my cheekbone like I’m something precious and profane at the same time.
Callum finds a rhythm that punches the air from my lungs. Every thrust shoves me deeper onto Elliot.
Fuck yes.
Everything melts.
I’m gone.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Callum says, voice dropping into that low rumble that always makes my spine bend.
Elliot strokes my jaw. “Focus on me. Good girl. Just like that.”
My eyes water and I blink hard, the pressure of having both of them pulling a startled, greedy noise out of me.
They love that noise.
They chase it.
Callum pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in so hard my elbows buckle.
Elliot’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Eyes on me, baby doll. Don’t you dare drift.”
I don’t drift.
I float.
I burn.
Every nerve lights up.
Callum finds my rhythm, speeding up. Hips snapping. Breath breaking.
