I laugh, squeezing his cock until he hisses.
He leans forward, lips brushing my spine as he adds, low and wrecked, “Can’t say I blame her.”
I’m trembling, barely holding myself upright. Dylan eases out of me slowly, deliberately, and it takes everything in me not to collapse. I whimper at the loss, blinking back at him as he stands and moves to kneel in front of me on the mattress, his grin wild and satisfied. Mason is climbing on behind me.
I try to catch my breath, to say something smart, but all I manage is a shaky “Holy shit…”
Dylan chuckles, tracing the tips of his fingers along my chin. “Still with us, gorgeous?”
“Barely.” I give him a wobbly smile, the edges of it curling with something feral. “You two are gonna ruin me.”
“That’s the plan,” Mason murmurs behind me, his hands gliding over my ass, then up my back in slow, grounding strokes that send tremors through my entire body. He takes his time, mapping the line of my spine with his palms, pausing to press into the small of my back, kneading softly like he knows how to pull the tension from my bones. Then his touch falls back to between my thighs, fingers sliding between my lips, pushing into me without pause.
I groan at his eagerness.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, his voice right at my shoulder now, despite him squeezing three fingers deep into me. Desire curls around my chest and squeezes.
I nod, breathless. “More than okay.”
My thighs tremble, my body pulsing, but somehow I still find a grin. “Unless you plan on teasing me to death.”
Dylan chuckles low and wicked. “Pretty sure that’s half the fun.”
Mason removes his fingers and pushes forward, not all at once, just the tip of his cock at first, hot and thick and steady, pressing in with aching slowness. I whimper, my body opening for him on instinct, desperate to be filled again.
“Goddamn,” he groans, deeper now, sinking in inch by inch. “You feel like velvet. And so tight.”
Dylan lifts my chin with one finger and meets my eyes. His smile is lazy, satisfied, the kind that conveys he knows he already wrecked me and wants to do it again. “You ready to taste yourself on my cock, gorgeous?”
I can barely breathe, but I nod. I want it. Want everything. Even if my body is trembling and oversensitive, I can’t stop craving more.
“Open that pretty mouth,” Dylan whispers, guiding himself to my lips.
As he slips past them, Mason thrusts deep from behind, the stretch hitting me all over again, and I moan around Dylan, unable to hold anything back.
Mason growls, gripping my hips tighter. “Fuck, that’s it, just like that, angel.”
“That gorgeous pussy is greedy,” Dylan says with a grin, his voice thick. “Takes everything we give her.”
I can’t respond. My mouth is full, my body caught between them, completely undone by the way they work me, knowing exactly how to keep me right at the edge without letting me fall.
“You’ll remember this every time you close your eyes,” Mason rasps, his hips slamming into mine, his cock hitting that perfect spot with each roll. “Every time you try to forget us.”
Dylan moans as I suck harder, his hand threading through my hair, guiding me. “She’s too good. Gonna make me come with that mouth alone.”
And I want that. I want all of it. The sounds. The heat. The hunger. The feeling of being completely consumed.
The room is thick with heat and breath and sweat. Time slips through my fingers like water, lost between kisses and thrusts, between the weight of their bodies and the burn beneath my skin. I’m shaking, slick and overstimulated, hair stuck to my cheeks, my arms trembling beneath me as I try to keep upright.
Mason moves behind me in strong, rolling thrusts, his grip unrelenting, his rhythm perfect. Dylan is still in front of me, murmuring praise between strained groans, brushing hair from my face, his cock twitching against my lips as I suck him deeper.
It’s overwhelming. Filthy. Gorgeous.
I can’t catch my breath, not fully. I’m gasping, sobbing little sounds into Dylan’s skin as Mason slams into me again andagain, the slap of our bodies almost drowned out by the curses falling from their lips.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Mason rasps, his voice wrecked. “So goddamn good. I could stay buried in you all night.”
Dylan swipes his thumb across my lower lip, his chest rising and falling fast. “Fuck, baby, you’re dripping. We’re gonna destroy you.”
