“Relax,” Mason murmurs, his free hand stroking my inner thigh soothingly while his other hand works inside me, faster. “We’ve got you. Just breathe through it.”
Dylan inches in farther, and I’m so turned on, so wet, that the slide is easier than I expected. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Instead, it’s this incredible stretch, this overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed.
“That’s it,” Dylan encourages, his hands gripping my hips. “Take all of me. You’re doing so well.”
When he’s fully seated inside me, he hisses and we all pause. I’m trembling, shaking with arousal.
Then Mason leans forward and wraps his mouth over my pussy, and I scream.
His tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking, while his fingers pump inside me, and Dylan is moving in my ass now, slow, steady thrusts that make stars explode behind my eyes.
“How does she feel?” Mason asks between licks.
“Fucking incredible,” Dylan groans. “So tight. So hot.”
“How does he feel, beautiful, fucking that gorgeous ass?” Mason asks me, his tongue circling my clit.
“I can’t talk,” I gasp. “Too much. It’s too much.”
“You’ve got this,” Dylan says firmly. His thrusts get slightly faster. Mason’s tongue works magic, and he’s pushing three fingers into me now. I’m climbing so fast I can barely catch my breath.
“That’s it,” Mason encourages. “Come for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
Dylan’s hands come around to play with my breasts again, pinching my nipples, and that’s all it takes.
I explode with a scream that echoes off the basement walls, my whole body convulsing between them.
“Fuck yes,” Dylan hisses, his rhythm faltering as I clench around him. “Just like that. Squeeze me just like that.”
Mason doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on me, his fingers working me through it, and before I can even come down from the first orgasm, I’m climbing toward another.
“Please,” I beg. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” Dylan says roughly.
Mason pulls back suddenly and quickly grabs some workout mats, spreading them on the floor on top of each other.
“She’s ready,” Dylan says to Mason with a grin.
Mason is already shedding his sweatpants, and I see him in all his glory. Hard and thick, and I’m literally salivating… “Fuck me,” I whisper, my body trembling for more.
He kneels on the mat and shuffles toward me. “Come here, angel. Need to be inside you.”
He positions himself at my entrance. Dylan’s hands are on my hips, holding me for Mason’s cock.
Mason pushes into me, and I moan at the intensity and how incredible it feels. I’m so wet, so ready, that he slides in easily.
“Beautiful,” Mason breathes, his eyes locked on mine. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Now I’ve got them both deep inside me. They work together, moving in sync, filling me from both sides. I’m pinned between them, at their complete mercy. And I love it.
They set a rhythm, alternating thrusts, and I’m lost. There’s just sensation, and me holding on to them.
“Never letting you go,” Mason pants.
“That’s right,” Dylan growls from behind. “Ours.”
They move faster, harder, and I’m climbing again, impossibly quick. I don’t know how long we’re moving in sync, making love, losing our minds, but it feels like hours.
