Ever shifts behind her, pulling her with him, scooting them both farther onto the bed so there’s room. He settles at her back like he was made to hold her there, one hand spread warm over her stomach, the other braced behind her. Supportive. Possessive. Steady.
Shiloh follows onto the bed on his knees, his cock in his hand, eyes fixed on Reva like she’s the only thing in the room worth seeing.
I stay where I am and watch. There’s something unexpectedly intimate in the way she looks at him. Not shy. Not uncertain. Just open in a way she hasn’t been before.
That alone nearly undoes me.
Shiloh drags the head of his cock through her slick and groans under his breath.
“Fuck,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. “Look at you.”
Reva’s lashes flutter. Ever kisses the spot beneath her ear.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take him.”
Then Shiloh presses in.
Slow at first. Careful in a way I know costs him. Her neck pulls taut, her back arching into Ever’s chest as the stretch takes her, and the sound that comes out of both of them is almost the same—hers soft and breaking, his rough and disbelieving.
“Holy fuck,” Shiloh breathes when he finally seats himself all the way inside her.
His voice is glass. Shattered. Coarse.
Reva’s fingers fly to his arms. Not to push him back. To hold on.
Ever’s hand spreads wider over her belly, keeping her anchored while Shiloh starts to move.
We’ve never done this before. Never shared one woman like this. Never taken one apart together and put her back together with all our hands on her.
But watching Reva take him—watching the way she opens, the way she tries to hold onto herself and fails, the way Shiloh’s entire body goes reverent and wrecked over something he wants too much to hide—I know with absolute clarity I could do this for the rest of my life and never tire of it.
Shiloh starts slow. He doesn’t stay there.
Pleasure gets hold of him fast, turns each thrust rougher, needier, until the wet slap of skin fills the room and Reva’s head falls back onto Ever’s shoulder. Her mouth opens. Her body begins to move with him instead of against him, taking him deeper, meeting him harder.
“That’s it, firefly,” Ever whispers against her ear. “Come apart for him.”
Arms crossed over my chest, I watch her do exactly that. Watch her lose the last of her composure. Watchthe first orgasm hit her like a wave she never had a chance of outrunning.
Her whole body seizes. Shiloh curses. Ever holds her through it, murmuring something low and soothing I don’t quite catch. When she comes down, Shiloh is already fraying, his thrusts gone erratic, his control a thing of the past.
He doesn’t last long… maybe another minute. Maybe less. Not with her clamped around him like that. Not with the sounds she’s making. Not with the look on her face every time he drives in deep enough to make her gasp.
When he comes, it’s with a broken sound I’ve never heard from him before, his forehead dropping briefly to her shoulder as he pumps her full and shudders through the force of it.
Reva is wrecked and glowing and still trying to catch her breath when Ever shifts. There’s no pause long enough for coolness to set in. No chance for the heat to ebb.
Ever turns her gently but firmly, guiding her down onto her hands and knees. Shiloh moves where he’s nudged, stroking himself with his cum still slicking his cock, dazed and grinning and not nearly finished with her.
The difference between the two of them would be amusing in another life. Shiloh stripped bare in impatience. Ever barely opens his pants enough to free himself.
And yet there is nothing restrained in the way he looks at her now.
Reva, ass in the air, hair tumbling over one shoulder, body already marked by our hands. Shiloh in front of her, giving her his cock with one lazy, filthy stroke against her lips. Ever behind her, one hand spanning her hip, his face gone sharp with concentration.
“This is going to hurt,” he tells her, ever honest.
She looks up through her lashes, mouth already opening for Shiloh, and says around the head of his cock, “Do it anyway.”
