Their hands are big, their fingers long, and they lace inside me like they own the space. Kasien moves his other hand, the one that had been under my head, and drags it down under my ass, grabbing a handful and pressing me harder into their hold. Adrien mirrors him immediately.
Both of them now have a grip on my ass, both stretching me at the same time.
I keep grazing my boobs, my other hand tangling into Kasien’s hair, tugging him into my neck.
I don’t even notice how loud I’m moaning until their breaths and low, broken sounds mix with mine, the whole room fillingwith our noise and the thick pull of air between us. I lower my hand to my pussy, gliding over my clit.
Their fingers move in sync inside me, curled just slightly, each of them with one finger inside, working me open.
My back arches, my whole body squirming helplessly in their hold. I can’t take it anymore. The heat builds at the base of my spine, crawling up, tightening my stomach in one unbearable knot, and then it snaps.
I come hard, shaking, my legs trembling violently as they hold me down. My lungs lock for a second, and then a loud cry tears out of my throat as the orgasm rips through me.
“Fuck,” Adrien breathes against my skin, and Kasien lets a few curses slip too.
I drop my hand from my nipple and fist it in Adrien’s hair exactly the way I’m gripping Kasien’s, both of them devouring my collarbones like they want to leave their names there. Their fingers slow down inside me, easing out.
I’m drenched, trembling.
They slowly withdraw their hands and, without warning, both of them slide their fingers in my mouth and I instinctively suck them both. My eyes flick between them as they watch me. They look unreal. Like something carved for worship.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I’m still trying to catch my breath, legs limp and useless, when Kasien straightens and gives Adrien a quick gesture I don’t catch.
Then it happens—they both grip my hips, lift me like I weigh nothing, and in one smooth motion, pull me up onto Adrien.
Kasien guides me until I settle on Adrien’s lap, straddling him, my soaked panties pressed right against the massive bulge beneath his sweatpants. His cock is hard enough to punch through the fabric, enough for me to feel it settling under my pussy.
But then Kasien moves too, straddling Adrien behind me, boxing me in between them.
For a second, I freeze. My eyes dart from one to the other.
Are we—Oh God.
I don’t know if I can handle this. Both of them.
But I don’t want them to stop. I never want to leave this room.
Kasien’s hand wraps around my waist from behind, his body pressing to mine, sliding his hands up my stomach to my breasts. He pulls my T-shirt over my head and drops it to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties, still straddling Adrien.
Adrien’s eyes lock onto my chest immediately, frozen, hungry, my nipples hardening all over again under his stare.
“This stays on,” Kasien orders, tugging at the waistband of my panties. Then he points at Adrien’s sweatpants. “So does this.” His voice is low, commanding, the kind that shoots straight down my spine.
Adrien just smiles and nods, silent and obedient.
Kasien’s hand comes around my front again and closes around my throat, applying just enough pressure to tilt my head back against his shoulder. Pleasure sparks through me like electricity. His other hand slips under the back of my panties, sliding down, slow and intentional.
Oh no.
“Kasien, no,” I mumble but unintentionally moan with it.
I haven’t done this in six years. He’s the only one who’s ever taken me from behind.
Oh Jesus.
He circles my back entrance with slow, deliberate movements, stealing some of the wetness dripping from my pussy and spreading it over my ass.
