I turn my head to find Judah kneeling between my spread thighs, stripped bare sometime when I wasn’t paying attention. His body is a work of art—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the kind of muscle that comes from years of hauling fishing nets and lobster traps.
His cock stands thick and flushed against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight of it.
“God.” His voice sounds wrecked. “Look at you.”
“Like what you see?” The question comes out breathless, almost coy.
“You know I do.”
He reaches down to grip himself, stroking slowly as his gaze rakes over my body. Taking in Phoenix’s hand on my cock, the slick mess between my thighs, the desperate way I’m trembling.
“Phoenix.” His eyes flick up to meet hers over my shoulder. “You ready?”
“Been ready since the first time I saw him naked.”
A strangled laugh escapes me. “That was an accident.”
“Best accident of my life.” She rolls her hips beneath me, and I feel the hard length of something pressing against my ass.
Not her fingers.
I twist to look at her. “When did you?—”
“Mason.” Her smile is wicked. “Eyes forward.”
I turn back to find Judah moving closer, one hand gripping my hip to steady me. His cock brushes against my entrance, the head nudging at the slick opening.
“This okay?” His voice is strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes.Please.”
He pushes inside.
The stretch is exquisite—not painful, not with how open and wet I am, butpresentin a way that makes me hyperaware of every inch he gives me. I feel him sinking deeper, splitting me open, filling the emptiness that’s been gnawing at me for days.
“Fuck.” His forehead drops to my shoulder. “Mason, you’re so?—“
“More.” I rock my hips, trying to take him deeper. “I need more.”
Behind me, Phoenix shifts. I feel the press of the toy against my entrance, alongside Judah’s cock.
“Wait—” I gasp. “What are you?—”
“Do you trust me?” Her mouth finds my ear, teeth scraping the lobe.
“Yes, but?—”
“Then let me in.”
She presses forward.
The sensation is overwhelming. The toy slides in beside Judah’s cock, stretching me past the point I thought possible. It burns—fuck, itburns—but underneath the burn is a pleasure so intense I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Oh god.” The words come out as a sob. “Oh god, oh fuck, I can’t?—“
“You can.” Judah’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady. “You’re doing so well. Taking us both like you were made for this.”
Phoenix starts to move.
