“Open,” he said softly, and she did, taking him down her throat. She dropped down until her torso was pressed against mine, limp like a doll, waiting for us to move her as we willed.
And then, we moved together, pushing and pulling her between us like a toy.
“That’s it,” Tristan praised, his voice strained as he controlled the pace with his grip in Eva’s hair. “Taking us all so perfectly. My good, brave girl.”
I watched her face transform as pain gave way to pleasure. Her eyes glazed over and tears tracked down her cheeks as we moved in a rhythm that was both punishing and perfectly synchronized. The bench creaked beneath us, the sound blending with Eva’s muffled moans and the slick sounds of our bodies joining.
“Look at this pathetic slut,” I sneered, even as my hands gentled on her hips, steadying her. “So desperate to be filled, she’d spread her legs in a hockey rink. Did you think about this? Did you touch yourself, thinking about being used like the worthless whore you are?”
Her body clenched around me at the degradation, her eyes rolling back. Some dark, twisted part of me thrilled at her response, at knowing she needed this roughness from me specifically.
But beneath my cruel words lay a truth I could barelyadmit to myself—I was in awe of her. Eva was the strongest person I’d ever known. Fuck, I loved her.
I reached around to slap her thigh, the crack echoing in the arena. “Answer me when I talk to you, slut,” I demanded.
Tristan withdrew slightly, allowing her to speak. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice wrecked. “Every night. Couldn’t—couldn’t stop thinking about you. All of you.”
“Our perfect Eva,” Tristan murmured, his praise a counterpoint to my degradation. “So honest. So brave. Taking everything we give you and still wanting more.”
I could feel her trembling above me, her thighs quivering against mine. Sweat made our skin slide, the friction delicious and maddening. The scent of sex overwhelmed the sterile smell of the arena, primal and intoxicating.
“Your cunt is squeezing me like it was made for my cock,” I hissed, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. “Tell me how it feels to be stuffed full, you insatiable whore.”
Behind her, Alek’s rhythm faltered slightly as he fought for control. His face, usually so composed, was now slack with pleasure.
“It feels—” she choked as Alek thrust deeply, “like coming home.”
My chest constricted at her honesty, at the raw vulnerability she offered up alongside her body. “Such a good girl,” Tristan praised, sliding back into her waiting mouth. “Our perfect, beautiful girl.”
I could feel her hovering on the edge, her inner muscles shaking, clenching. Her entire body vibrated with the need for release.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I admitted roughly, the words scraping my throat. “Setting this up. Showing usexactly what you need. Even if what you need is to be treated like the desperate cocksleeve you are.”
Her moan around Tristan was muffled but unmistakably pleasure-filled. I met Tristan’s gaze over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow in silent question. He nodded, his hand gentling in Eva’s hair.
“Come for us, my love,” he commanded softly. “Show us how good it feels to belong to us again.”
I pressed my thumb firmly against her clit, circling roughly as I thrust up into her. “Come, slut,” I demanded, my voice a cruel counterpoint to Tristan’s tenderness. “Squeeze every drop out of us with that greedy cunt.”
Alek’s large hand splayed across her sternum, holding her securely as she trembled more violently. “We have you, malyshka,” he purred, his voice heavy with arousal. “Let go.”
The sound she made as she finally broke was almost inhuman—part scream, part sob—her body convulsing around us with such force that it nearly pulled me over the edge with her. Her inner muscles clamped down rhythmically, milking me as waves of pleasure visibly crashed through her.
And through it all, I couldn’t look away from her face—transformed by ecstasy, vulnerable, honest, beautiful in a way that transcended physical appearance. Watching her come apart at our hands, I finally understood what had been missing in the weeks since we’d left—not just the sex, though god knows I’d missed that, but her. Eva’s raw honesty, the courage it took to be this vulnerable, this open, the trust she placed in us to break her down and build her back up again. I loved her.
As her orgasm subsided, I leaned up to whisper in her ear, making sure only she could hear me. “I was a fucking idiot, sparrow. I’m never leaving you again. I need you too goddamned much.”
69
TRISTAN
The moment Evacame down from her high, I was already sliding Alek’s old jersey over her head, trying to ward off the shivers I knew would follow a moment later.
“You did so beautifully,” I murmured, gently wiping tears from her flushed cheeks as Alek and Cole carefully disengaged from her trembling body. The spotlight caught the sheen of sweat on her skin, making her glow in the dim arena. “I’ve got you now.”
Her eyes sought mine, still unfocused and heavy-lidded. The complete trust I saw there made my chest ache. She’d given us everything—her body, her vulnerability, her fears—and now, it was our turn to give back.
“Cold,” she whispered, her voice raspy from overuse. I slid my sweater over her head, tugging it on top of the jersey.
