Luke’s arm is draped over my waist, his hot breath skimming across my neck. Josh’s hand rests lightly on my thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns that send tiny sparks through my nerves.
Is he awake? Or doing it subconsciously in his sleep?
All that matters is they’re here, my two men, flanking me like the protectors they are after the hell I endured. I can feel how much they truly care for me in the way they’ve held me since I was rescued. It’s gentle, almost reverent. You’d think that they thought I was made of glass and might shatter at any moment.
“Hey, beautiful. You okay? Do you need more pain medication?” Josh whispers, breaking the silence as he takes hold of my chin and pulls my head over in his direction, so he can gently kiss my lips.
“I can get it for you.” Luke’s deep, raspy voice speaks next as he peppers soft kisses along the ridge of my shoulder.
I shake my head. Oddly, I don’t need that. There’s something else I want. Them. Inside of me. Loving me. Worshipping me.
“I’m good,” slips softly from my mouth.
Their hands move, Josh’s trail along my thighs as Luke’s inch higher to my breast. They're so gentle with their movements, handling me like I’m something fragile, keeping their kid gloves firmly in place. But I don’t want that. I want more. With every touch they make, warmth seeps into me, stirring the ache between my thighs. I need them to know I don’t want them to be gentle. Not today. All I want is them, consuming me the way a man does a woman he desires, chasing away the dark memories of what was done to me. Only then will I be healed.
“I wouldn’t say no to having the both of you.” They both groan and I swear the sound goes right to my core, and I clench my thighs.
I turn toward Luke first, my hand sliding up his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. “I'm not broken,” I whisper, my voice husky with need. “I need you both. Now.” Before he can protest, my mouth crashes onto his in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling together. He groans, but still holds on to a little restraint as he lifts his hand, cupping my face tenderly, until I pull away.
My gaze drifts to Josh who's watching, his eyes full of lust, but instead of taking his turn to devour my lips with his, he hesitates. I can’t help the frown that takes over or the sadness I know is showing in my eyes.
“Veronica, baby, we don’t want to hurt you,” he says, voice rough, even as his cock hardens against my leg through his boxers.
“Then I want you both to fuck me like you mean it. Like I’m the woman you can’t get enough of,” I demand, rolling over to my side, I press my breasts against Josh’s body and kiss him.My nipples pebble from the friction of my shirt rubbing against them.
Luke shifts behind me so that he’s pressed against my back, as he runs his hand down my arm kissing my bare flesh. I reach back, moving my hand between our bodies and palm his already erect cock, squeezing as he moans.
That’s all it takes to break their restraint.
Josh flips me on my back and deepens his kiss, his teeth nipping my lip as his hand slides up my thigh, all the way to the apex of my hips. Luke’s hand slides under my sleep shirt, shoving it up exposing my tits. He palms one roughly, his thumb flicking my nipple as I moan into Josh’s kiss.
Josh pulls away, his lips replacing Luke’s as he moves down the bed, pulling the sheets off of us and takes hold of my sleep shorts. “Lift your hips, baby,” he orders.
I’ve barely lifted them before he yanks the shorts down my legs and tosses them to the floor. He spreads my legs, sliding his fingers through my wet folds, circling my clit with just the right pressure that has me bucking my hips into his hand.
“God, you're soaked,” Josh growls, two fingers plunging inside me, stretching my walls with a burn that makes me gasp. He curls them, hitting my g-spot, pumping in and out while his thumb grinds against my clit.
Luke pulls his mouth from me, trailing kisses down my neck until he reaches my bare breasts. He latches onto a nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing it just enough to cause the barest of pain, while his free hand joins Josh’s between my legs, teasing my entrance alongside his fingers.
I writhe between them, their joint assault sending me so close to the edge. My body’s on fire and all I want is a release.
“More. I need to come,” I beg, my hips bucking up, meeting their thrusts in perfect sync.
Luke pops his mouth off my nipple, locking his eyes on mine. “You want our cocks, baby? You want us to fill you with our cum?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
Luke pulls away, leaning back on the bed so he can take off his boxers. His thick shaft springs free, veined and throbbing.
Luke replaces his fingers for Josh's as he follows suit, removing his boxers. His shaft is longer and just a tad bit thicker. Pre-cum is already beading at the tip as he grasps it with his hand and gently strokes it. That’s all I need to push me to the edge as my orgasm overtakes me.
“Oh God,” I cry out, “I’m coming. Fuck,” I pant as Luke continues to rub circles on my clit as I ride out the waves of the most amazing orgasm I think I’ve ever had.
But I want more. I want them.
“I want you. Both of you,” I whine, giving my best pouty lip.
Luke nudges my thighs wider, moves between them, and lines up his mushroom head at my opening. “You’re fucking beautiful, baby,” he tells me as he pushes his cock in my hole. He moves slowly at first, my pussy clenching around his shaft. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist, hooking my ankles together, pushing him deeper.
