He’s hungry, so hungry for me, for this.I feel it, everything.
I want them like I want air.Like I want this child I didn’t plan for but can’t imagine letting go.I want Cally’s filthy mouth and Monty’s ruined groans and both of their bodies pushing me apart until there’s nothing left of me but want.
“Fuck, please?—”
The word tears out of me when Cally breaks the kiss, my hips jerking forward as Monty presses deeper inside me, his thumb circling faster, more sure.“Don’t stop.Don’t stop.”
I’m shaking.I know it.I can’t hide it.
Cally groans against my skin, low and wrecked, his mouth trailing down to my shoulder.His teeth scrape the skin there and the sensation shoots straight through me, hot and dizzying.When he looks up, his eyes are blown wide with need—and something softer, something cracked open that makes my heart stumble even as my body races ahead.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, almost reverent.“You’re so close.”
His hand slides lower, fingers brushing between my legs, joining Monty’s.I gasp when Cally touches my clit, the two of them working me together—one inside me, one right where I need it most—and it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Oh my God?—”
Cally presses in closer, his voice rough with want.“You feel that?”Then he glances at Monty, a crooked smile breaking through the heat.“You’re so hard, big guy.You should be licking our girl while I take care of you.”
The words almost tip me over the edge.
I whimper, my whole body tensing, pleasure spiraling so fast I can barely breathe—I want his tongue, his mouth.But then, everything stops.
Monty stills.
The room freezes around us like time itself decided to wait.
My hands fly to his wrist, gripping tight, desperate to keep him there, to keep myself grounded.I don’t want to float away.I don’t want this to disappear.
And Monty—God, Monty—he’s silent.Watching me.Fingers still deep inside me, unmoving, his gaze dark and searching, like he’s standing at the edge of something he’s terrified to cross.
“You want his mouth?”I ask softly, because this matters.For him.For Cally.For whatever we’re trying to become.
He exhales slowly, eyes flicking to Callaway.“No.I don’t think either of us is there yet.”His voice is firm but not cold.“It’s something we need to work through before I take that step.If you’re okay with that.”
Callaway nods without hesitation.“I told you last night, big guy.I’ll respect your boundaries.”His eyes drop to me, dark and hungry.“Now, let’s make her come.”
Something in me loosens at that.The trust.The care wrapped inside the want.
Monty moves again.
Slow at first—fingers curling, thumb pressing harder, more insistent—and I let myself feel it.Let myself stay right here in this moment where both of them want me, where I don’t have to choose, where I don’t have to be afraid yet.
I think about losing them—about how easy it would be to fuck this up, how love always feels like it comes with an expiration date.
But my body doesn’t care about tomorrow.
My body wants this.
Monty’s eyes lock onto mine as his thumb works me without mercy.“Come for us,” he says, voice low and wrecked.“Let us see how you fall apart.”
That does it.
I shatter.
Pleasure crashes through me—hot, sudden, overwhelming—and I cry out, my body locking tight around Monty’s fingers as Cally’s mouth finds mine again, licking, sucking like he can taste my release.My hips jerk uncontrollably, my breath gone, my mind blank.
There’s nothing else.
