Vesper moves before I can think.She grabs a foil square and tears it open with a little shake in her hands—not fear, just need.
“You’re so big and ready,” she whispers, voice breathless and sure.
She holds my gaze as she takes the condom out, her fingers brushing over the tip of my cock—already wet, already leaking for her—and fuck if I don’t twitch under her touch.
Her fingers glide over the tip of my cock—slick from wanting her, wanting him—and I twitch, the tension unbearable.She smiles.Soft.Wicked.
“You’re still so hard,” she murmurs, voice full of awe and hunger.“You feel like sin in my hands.”
She grips me at the base, slow and steady, and rolls the condom down—inch by aching inch—like she wants me to feel every second of it.
Then she slides down my body, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, mouth parting as she lowers herself onto her elbows between my thighs.She looks up at me like I’m a god she wants to worship, and then?—
Fucking hell.
Her tongue drags along the underside of my cock, slow and lush, and then she sucks me into her mouth like she’s been dying to do it.Her lips seal around me, cheeks hollowing, and the groan I let out sounds like it comes from another life.
And Monty?
Monty’s behind me, slick fingers spreading lube between my cheeks.The first touch is cold.Then warm.Then everything.
“You’re doing so good,” Vesper breathes around my cock.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Monty says behind me, voice thick with hunger and awe.“Open for us.Let us take care of you.”
He circles my rim with one finger, then pushes in slowly—fuck—and my whole body jolts, overwhelmed by her mouth and his touch.He works me gently, slowly stretching me open, crooning praise with every inch.
“That’s it,” Monty whispers.“Relax.You can take me.You’re perfect like this.Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Vesper moans around my cock, the sound wet and needy as her lips glide down my length.Her tongue drags along the underside, slow and greedy, like she’s savoring every inch, and I swear I could cry.
And behind me, Monty’s fingers work deeper—slick, firm, patient.He knows exactly what I need.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” Monty murmurs, voice low and reverent.“Taking my fingers like you were made for this.”
I groan, my hips caught between her mouth and his hand, my whole body trembling under the push-pull of it.
“So tight,” he breathes.“So responsive.You open up for me like you’ve been waiting for it.”
I groan.Vesper hums against me, her eyes flicking up—wanting, desperate, loving every filthy second.
“Just like that,” Monty praises, slipping his fingers deeper, curling.“I’ve got you.Let me in.Let me make you feel good.”
Monty slips another finger in and I gasp, hips bucking helplessly into Vesper’s mouth.She moans around me, the vibration wrecking me completely, and I have to brace one hand on the mattress just to stay upright.
“Shhh,” Monty murmurs, lips brushing the back of my neck.He kisses there—slow, grounding.“Almost there, baby.You’re doing beautifully.”
I nod, breath shaking.I’m open.I’m stretched.I’m ready.
He pulls his fingers free slowly, leaving me empty and aching, and I feel him move behind me.I hear the foil tear.The quiet slide of latex.
“Get yourself ready, sweetheart,” Monty murmurs to Vesper, his fingers still slick behind me.“Lie down on the bed.Open your legs for him.He’s about to fill you.”
Vesper pulls back from my cock with a soft gasp, her lips slick, her eyes blown wide.She does it without hesitation—lying down, knees falling wide, pussy flushed and glistening, already ready for me.She looks up at me like she’s offering something sacred.
I groan and crawl over her, holding myself up on my hands.
“Perfect,” she whispers once I’m between her thighs, reaching out and giving me a single stroke, just enough to make my vision blur.“Now fuck me, Callaway.Please.”
