“Good girl,” Grey whispers, his breath hot against my thigh as he watches me come undone. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
As the final tremors of my orgasm dissipate, Grey removes his fingers, presenting them to Oliver’s lips for a taste of me.
“Delicious,” Oliver murmurs, his eyes dark with lust behind his glasses as they find mine.
Grey retreats and sits in the chair beside the bed, his gaze never leaving me, and it’s impossible to ignore the weight of his attention. The corner of his mouth twitches upward in that way that makes my stomach flip. “Now be good for them.”
I’m still catching my breath when I feel Misha’s and Oliver’s hands on my thighs, spreading me wider as they position themselves on either side of me, their hands still exploring my body, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touch. I can barely catch my breath, the remnants of the orgasm Grey gave me still pulsing through me when I feel their fingers circling my entrance.
“You’re so wet for us, Bug.” Misha almost growls, sending a shiver down my spine. “You have no idea how much we want you, how much we need to be inside you.”
I gasp as he and Oliver both push a finger into me, their movements perfectly synchronized, and I moan at the intensity of it all.
“So tight, so perfect,” Oliver whispers. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock, to fill you up until you’re overflowing with us.”
Grey leans back and watches, his eyes never leaving me. “Look at you,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Taking them so well. So fucking perfect for us.”
Misha’s lips find mine in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers, claiming me, branding me as his. “We’re going to make you feel so good, Bug,” he murmurs against my lips.
They add more fingers, moving deeper, stretching me, preparing me for what’s to come. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me breathless, desperate for more. “Please,” I beg. “I need you, all of you.”
Their response is immediate, their fingers withdrawing from my body in an instant so I can sit up.
I turn to Oliver, who’s already laid back on the bed, his eyes filled with hunger as he watches me get up to straddle him. My knees are on either side of his hips, the heat of his big cock pressing against my entrance.
“That’s it…” Grey’s eyes darken as he watches me move, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his face, “… take what you need.”
Oliver’s eyes lock onto mine, a silent question lingering in their depths. I nod, my lips parting in a silent gasp as he begins to push inside me, his hips rising to meet mine.
“Yes,” Grey says, his voice rough, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he watches me sink down on Oliver. “Take that cock, baby.”
So damn good.
Misha kisses my neck before he pushes my chest down onto Oliver’s, and I use the opportunity to kiss him. We’ve done this before, but it’s always a delicate dance, a symphony of bodies and breaths that requires patience. Grey isn’t into it, but he still loves watching me get fucked by his best friends at the same time. He grabs the lube from the nightstand next to him and throws it at Misha, who catches it with a snicker.
“Thanks, man.”
Misha flicks the cap open with practiced ease, the distinct sound of the bottle followed by the cool sensation of lube against my heated skin. His fingers, now slick with lube, tease my pussy where Oliver and I are connected, stretching me gently. I relax into his touch, my body yielding to his insistent pressure. It’s a strange sensation, one that borders on discomfort, but the pleasure that follows is worth the initial stretch.
Grey’s breathing is heavier now, his gaze fixed on the spot where Misha’s fingers join Oliver’s cock inside me.
“You’re doing so well, Bug,” Misha murmurs in my ear, his voice a low rumble as his finger finally slips inside next to Oliver’s cock. I push back against him, eager for more, for that feeling of fullness that only comes from having them both inside me at once.
Oliver’s hands grip my hips. His eyes lock onto mine as he waits for Misha and me to find our rhythm. His cock twitches against me, and I can’t help but rock my hips, eliciting a groan from him.
Grey seemingly can’t hold himself back anymore and comes to stand beside the bed, his voice cutting through the haze of desire. “That’s it. Let them take you. Let them make you feel good.” His fingers trace my spine, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. “I love watching you like this. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I turn my head to see him stroking his thick cock lazily. He steps closer, his thumb pressing against my lips. “Open up, baby.”
I part my lips, allowing him to slip his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it greedily, my tongue swirling around the digit as I imagine it’s his cock instead.
“Good girl,” Grey praises, “You’re so damn sexy, taking both of them. You’re going to make such a pretty picture when Misha’s inside you too.”
His words, combined with Misha’s relentless fingers, push me to the brink. I’m teetering on the edge, my body humming with anticipation. And then Misha’s fingers are gone, replaced by the insistent pressure of his cock against my entrance, alongside Oliver’s.
The feeling of being filled by both of them is indescribable, a sensation that borders on pain. Grey’s thumb is still in my mouth, and I suck on it harder, my eyes locked onto his as he watches us. His hand moves faster on his cock, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment. “Suck me,” he growls out, his voice raw with need. His hand wraps tightly in my hair, guiding me to his cock. I open my mouth wide and take him in, my lips sliding along his length with desperate eagerness.“You’re doing so well, taking all of us,” he praises, his voice a low growl. “You’re so fucking perfect, Amelia.”
I’m pinned between them when Misha and Oliver find their rhythm, their movements synchronized as they thrust into me. The intensity builds as Oliver’s pelvis rubs against my clit with each thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through me. The feeling is electrifying, a constant, delicious friction.
