Lix scoffs a short laugh. I smile, aiming it at Stan. His free hand’s on my hip, pushing me down a bit more.
“But I wanna do that inside you, Em,” Stan whispers. “Don’t make me beg for it.”
“Beg,” Lix taunts with a slight smirk.
But I quickly correct him. “There’s no need.”
Slowly, I sink down, taking a sharp breath in before feeling both of their tips spear me open.
“Oh, hell yes!” Stan howls just as Lix pants heavily into my hair.
My eyes roll back, my glasses twisting askew yet again as I lean more into Lix for balance.
Stan meets the motion by pushing at the perfect angle. I’m slippery enough to take in a few more inches of them together.
The winter breeze from the open window fogs my shallow breaths into the air between the three of us.
“Doing sogoddamn good, gorgeous,” Stan whispers.
“You feelunbelievable, Em,” Lix adds, catching his breath.
“Feels like the damnbest.” Stan drives more of his cock inside me.
A broken cry comes out of my parted lips.
“Stan, let her lead us,” Lix scolds him.
“Shit, sorry, I forgot,” Stan laments. “Em, seriously. I’ll stop.”
I shake my head and stare at Stan. “It’s okay.”
“Make him beg next time, Em,” Lix suggests.
“Stop bullying me, babe,” Stan snaps, “while I’m living out my fantasy threesome.”
Lix laughs, his smiling lips are on my temple. “Take your time, Em.”
I consider his suggestion and pause for a few deep breaths.
The combination is overwhelming, pleasure and closeness blending until my thoughts fade into the background. Such a freeing feeling that I want to stay in forever, if only I could.
I let my head fall back, trusting the hands that hold me. Perhaps one night isn’t enough. Perhaps I’ll want this more and more, for as long as they want me as well.
“Fuck me,” I whisper into the air as I lose focus on keeping my core flexed. My legs give in a little, sinking down on them impossibly more.
Lix gasps, going still, but Stan doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes in deeper and deeper, making me take them both in more and more.
Biting back my feeble sounds, I hear the obscene noises of our bodies meeting, of their groans and grunts filling the room.
My left arm wraps around Stan’s broad shoulders. The right rests on Lix’s.
“Move,” I whimper. “Quickly, please.”
This time, Lix follows my command, thrusting upwards in tandem with Stan. Yet the contrast is clear between them, overwhelming mysenses. One’s bold and eager, the other more controlled.
Time loses its shape afterwards. The world narrows to their warmth, even with the winter evening rushing in through the window.
My breath breaks as pleasure crests, stealing the last of my words. I wanted to lead them more, guide them, tell them exactly how I want it. But it’s as though they can read my mind, predict the pattern of where pleasure courses through my veins and follow it with knowing motion.
