Jax's slick fingers met her hole, circling gently.
The first press of Jax's fingers made Mateo's cock respond through the wall between them, a slow throb she felt from both sides at once.
Jax eased his fingers out. She heard lube click. Then his chest pressed against her back, his body heat arriving before anything else, the specific weight of him settled against her spine, not yet inside her but there, his breath warm at her ear.
"Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine. Tender, delicate."
The breath she'd been holding left as he pushed forward; she gasped as the first barbell dragged through her entrance, metal where her body expected only skin, a ridge catching and releasing.
"Oh—"
"I've got you." His mouth pressed to her neck. "Just breathe."
He seated himself fully. Both of them inside her now: Mateo’s smooth heat, Jax’s textured insistence. Almost nothing between them. Every small movement from one echoing though her to the other. Nowhere for sensation to go.
"Don't move yet. Just—give me a second."
Jax's teeth found her neck; his version of holding still when stillness cost him. She clenched around both of them. Mateo exhaled sharply against her temple.
Mateo's hands moved in slow arcs against her sides. Jax's chest rose and fell against her back. She breathed out, and felt her muscles settle a millimeter she hadn't known she'd been holding herself up, sinking fractionally further onto both of them.
"Okay," she said. "You can move."
She hadn't realized her eyes were closed until she opened them and found Jiro waiting, watching her come back to the room. She reached for him.
His cock settled onto her tongue, her jaw stretching around him, her breathing immediately renegotiating itself, through her nose now, timed differently, built around his weight.
She reached for Liam. Found him, felt the heat of him, the pulse of him before she'd even moved her hand. His thumb settled across her knuckles like he was glad to be held.
Then she reached left, reaching for everything tonight, every single thing on offer.
"Christ," Caleb said roughly, nothing wholesome left in it. "You reached for us. Do you have any idea—"
She found him, the curve of him immediate in her palm.
"You're the greediest thing I've ever seen and I mean that as the highest possible compliment."
They didn't sync at first, Jax pulled back and Mateo followed instead of countering. One graceless moment, her body lurching forward, hands finding Mateo's shoulders. Jax went deeper. Her hips rocked forward, her hand lost Liam's rhythm, her teeth caught Jiro—his hand steadied her jaw, and everyone stilled for the space of a breath.
She had not appreciated how difficult this was going to be. Like trying to pat her head and rub her belly except both hands were stroking cocks and her belly was being patted from the inside by two more and she had Jiro in her mouth—which, actually, was much harder than trying to pat her head and rub her tummy.
Caleb's hand closed around her wrist. Lifted it away. His hands found the hem of her shirt instead.
The first button slipped free. Then the second. She was being rocked between Mateo and Jax—their counterpoint finding its groove beneath her, her hips moving without her permission—and Caleb was unbuttoning her shirt by increments like time had stopped mattering.
Third button. Fourth. The fabric fell open, cool air hitting bare skin between her breasts.
Mateo withdrew as Jax pressed in. Then the reverse. Her hips became the hinge, the motion tightening until there was no clean edge between them. She felt both of them with each stroke, the counterpoint making every thrust arrive twice, sensation stacking until there was no clean edge between them. Her inner walls fluttered around Mateo on the forward rock and gripped Jax on the return.
Caleb pushed the fabric aside and the shirt was half off her shoulders. One arm free, one still caught in fabric at her wrist where Liam's hand kept her tethered. Caleb's thumb found her nipple. "Been watching these through your shirt all night."
She caught sight of Arthur on the couch where he'd settled, one hand moving slowly, eyes on her. Caleb pushed the fabric the rest of the way down and off. She was pulled back into sensation before she'd finished looking.
She shifted and her clit caught pressure against Mateo with each thrust, sending a direct line of pleasure through her.
Caleb's mouth closed over her nipple. "Look at you taking both of them," he said, his voice breaking apart now, tongue flat and dragging. "Such a good little slut.”
Jax's next thrust dragged the barbells against her inner walls. Warmth spread low and heavy, Mateo’s pace setting it. Jiro's weight kept her breathing timed. Caleb's mouth on her breast pulled sensation upward while everything else drove down.
