Misha lets out a low whistle, his grin widening. “Quiet waters run deep, it seems. Come on, Ollie, sit down. We’re gonna rectify that.”
“Misha,” I chide, breathy from the remnants of pleasure still coursing through me.
“No, I want that, please,” Oliver says, softly. “What… what do I do?”
Misha takes charge, guiding me with a gentle hand on my waist. “Sit on Oliver’s lap, with your back to his chest.”
Following his instructions, I straddle Oliver’s lap as he positions himself beneath me. His hands grip my hips, steadying me as I reach down to guide his cock to my entrance. I’m slick with Misha’s cum, and the sensation of Oliver’s thick length pressing against me makes me moan.
“That’s it, Bug,” Misha encourages, his eyes dark with desire as he watches us. “Fuck her from beneath, Ollie.”
Oliver’s hands tighten on my hips, and he thrusts upward, filling me completely. I gasp at the sudden fullness, my head falling back against his shoulder as he groans.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
Grey stands next to Misha and watches with intense eyes, his breathing heavy and labored. He groans softly, a low rumble that resonates with every thrust of Oliver’s cock.
Misha kneels before the couch, his face level with my pussy. “And I’m going to…” he says, trailing off as he leans in and drags his tongue over my sensitive flesh. I shudder at the sensation of Oliver’s cock inside me and Misha’s mouth on my clit.
Holy shit.
“You feel so good,” Oliver whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as he continues to thrust into me.
“Can we do this all night?” I ask, the words tumbling from my lips in a breathless plea, making Misha chuckle against me.
Grey’s gaze follows the movements of Misha’s mouth on my clit, his own body tensing with every sound I make. He leans in closer, his breath hot next to my ear as he murmurs, “You look incredible, Amelia.”
I rock my hips, matching Oliver’s pace, while Misha’s hand slides over my thigh, his fingers tracing a teasing path upward until they reach the apex of my thighs. His touch is gentle at first, just a soft pressure, but then one of his fingers begins to push inside me alongside Oliver’s cock.
I gasp at the unexpected intrusion and reach out to grab Grey’s forearm, my body tensing for a moment before relaxing into them. The feeling of being filled so completely is almost too much to handle.
“Do you like that, Amelia?” Misha murmurs as his finger moves inside me. “Do you like having us both inside you?”
I can’t form words, so I just nod, my breaths coming out in short, desperate gasps. The feeling of Misha’s finger next to Oliver’s cock is intense.
Holy fucking shit.
Misha groans, his finger moving in time with Oliver’s thrusts. “One day, I wanna fuck you at the same time as Oliver. Or maybe Grey. Imagine that, Amelia. Two of us inside you at once, filling you up, making you scream our names.
The mere thought of it sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I clench around both Misha’s finger and Oliver’s cock. Both of them groan in response, and Oliver’s cock twitches inside me.
“Fuck, Misha,” Oliver grunts, his hips stuttering beneath me as he struggles to maintain control. “This feels too good.”
Misha chuckles, the sound vibrating against my sensitive skin. “I bet it does,” he says before he lowers his head between my legs once again. His tongue flicks against my clit, even as his finger continues to move inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Grey sits down beside me, his gaze intense as he reaches out to grip my hair, twisting it around his fist. “You’re such a good girl for all three of us,” he praises. “You came for Misha and me, and now you have to come one more time for Oliver.”
His words send a jolt of desire straight through me, and when he twists my nipple between his fingers, I cry out. Misha’s tongue is relentless, lapping at my clit while Oliver’s thrusts grow more urgent, more demanding.
“Don’t you want to let him feel how your tight cunt clamps down on him?” Grey teases, his words stirring something deep within me.
The pressure is building once again, a tide of pleasure that threatens to sweep me away. Oliver’s fingers dig into my hips, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release.
Just when my orgasm crashes over me, Misha pulls out his finger, and I clamp down on Oliver’s cock. He curses under his breath, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release, pulsing inside me as we ride out the storm together.
I collapse against Oliver, my body boneless and sated. Grey releases my hair, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before he stands again as Misha sits back on his heels, a satisfied grin on his face before he wipes his forearm over his mouth.
“That was…” I trail off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what we’ve just shared.
