The toy fucks into me in counterpoint to Judah’s stillness, creating a push-pull rhythm that sends sparks shooting up my spine. I can feel them both inside me—the hard heat of Judah’s cock, the smooth firmness of the toy—filling me so completely that I can’t tell where I end and they begin.
“More,” I manage. “Please, I need you to move.”
Judah obliges.
He pulls back and thrusts forward, timing his strokes to match Phoenix’s rhythm. The dual sensation is almost too much—pleasure crashing through me in waves, building toward something that feels like it might break me apart.
Phoenix’s free hand wraps around my cock, stroking in time with their movements. Her thumb swipes over the head on every upstroke, spreading the precome that’s leaking steadily now.
“That’s it.” Judah’s voice is ragged, breathless. “Let us take care of you. Let us make you feel good.”
I’m beyond words. Beyond thought. I exist only in the sensation of being filled, being fucked, being held between two people who want me as desperately as I want them.
The pleasure builds and builds, pressure mounting in my belly until I’m sure I’m going to die from it. My thighs shake. My breath comes in sobs. Tears stream down my face—from overwhelm, from joy, from the sheer intensity of feeling this much after a decade of feeling nothing.
“I’m close.” The words tear out of me. “I’m so close, please?—“
“Then come.” Judah’s mouth finds mine, swallowing my cry as he thrusts deep. “Come for us, Mace.”
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me like a storm, pleasure crashing in waves that white out my vision. I’m dimly aware of crying out into Judah’s mouth, of my cock pulsing in Phoenix’s grip, of my body clenching down on the two lengths inside me.
Judah follows moments later, his groan vibrating against my lips as he spills deep inside me. I feel the hot rush of his release, feel the way his cock pulses and twitches, feel his knot beginning to swell at my entrance.
Phoenix doesn’t stop moving. The toy keeps fucking into me, drawing out the aftershocks, extending the pleasure until I’m sobbing with oversensitivity.
“Please,” I gasp. “I can’t—it’s too much?—“
She withdraws slowly, leaving me empty and twitching. Judah’s knot catches at my rim but doesn’t fully lock—not with how stretched out I am—and he pulls out with a groan that sounds like it hurts.
I collapse forward against his chest, boneless and shaking.
His arms come around me immediately, cradling me against him like something precious. Phoenix presses against my back, her chin hooking over my shoulder.
“You okay?” Her voice is soft with concern.
I laugh weakly. “I have no idea. Ask me again when I remember how to breathe.”
Judah’s chest rumbles with quiet laughter beneath my cheek. His lips press against my hair.
“That was…” He trails off, apparently unable to find words adequate to the experience.
“Yeah.” I nuzzle into the warm hollow of his throat. “It really was.”
The only question is how I’m going to feel about this tomorrow.
THIRTY-TWO
PHOENIX
Things are weird.
Or maybe it’s just me. I might just be the weird one.
I slip out of the nest, careful not to disturb the tangle of limbs and blankets I’m leaving behind. Judah’s arm is wrapped around Mason’s waist, protective even in sleep. Mason’s face is pressed into the hollow of Judah’s throat, his breathing deep and even for the first time in days, one hand still loosely curled around Judah’s wrist like he’s afraid the man might disappear.
They look peaceful. Complete. Like two puzzle pieces that finally found their way back together after a decade of being shoved into the wrong boxes.
