Mia trembles in my arms, little desperate mewls breathing against my clammy skin.
“Just a bit more. You feel so fucking good, Mia.”
“Oh, god, I’m so full, fuck.”
When Leo bottoms out, he collapses over her back, lifting Mia’s head off my shoulder so we can see her face. Her skin is a pretty flushed pink, her eyes heavy, tears flooding the rims.
“Check in with us. How do you feel?”
“Stretched. Full. Amazing. I love you both so much it hurts.”
“We love you, little rebel. More than anything in the world.”
“It’s true, you’re so fucking loved. We’ll stay like this for as long as you need. Just feeling you like this is enough.” Leo presses ahard kiss to Mia’s temple, and then meets my lips with his own, Mia joining us a moment later in a slow, passionate kiss.
This.
My heart soars, my head chanting one thing over and over and over again.
All that matters is them.
Chapter 24
Leo
Can twenty-two-year-olds have heart attacks? It feels like they can. I’m half tempted to Google it, but I couldn’t pull myself away from Parker and Mia if a gun were to my head. My lungs and heart have collectively lost all sense of how to work properly. The three of us are connected in the most intimate, physical way possible, and yet it still doesn’t feel close enough. The knot in my throat chokes me with an abundance of emotion, my eyes burning with unshed tears. Sex has been emotionally charged before with Mia and was with Parker as well, but all of us together? Nothing can compare. My body heats from the inside out, and I feel like I could combust at any moment. For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do with the emotion flowing through me.
So, I lean on the two people here with me, knowing they’re both feeling the same way, and we’ll see each other through all of it. I sweep a rogue strand of hair out of Mia’s face, dropping my lips to her jaw. She feels incredible. We’ve had anal sexbefore, but having Parker fill her pussy at the same time unlocks an entirely new level of pleasure. I canfeelhim next to me.
“Please move, please fuck me,” she begs, her voice that sexy, desperate plea that brings me to my knees every single time.
“Anything for you, baby,” I whisper. I sit back up on my knees, threading my fingers through Parker’s at her hips, and drag my cock out of her tight little ass. She clenches around me, and a wave of pleasure scatters over me.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Parker moans, gripping her hips tighter. As I start to thrust back in, Parker pulls out, the slow drag of his cock gliding past mine. Together, we find a steady rhythm, alternating filling her ass and her pussy. It feels so fucking good, and I know I won’t last long.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, this is everything,” Mia chants, her moans filling the room. I run my hand up her spine and back down again, my eyes locked on the erotic display in front of me.
“Look at you, stretched so wide, so full of cock. Is that what you wanted, Mia?”
“Yes! This. You both. God! I’m gonna come! I’m coming! God!” If I thought Mia was tight before, it’s nothing compared to what happens when her orgasm hits her. Her entire body locks up, squeezing and contracting around my length. Parker and I both release guttural moans, and Mia, quite literally, forces our orgasms from us. I pop off first, falling forward as I’m taken under with her. Parker is a split second after me, moaning low and deep.
“You’re making us come, rebel. Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”
She drags us off that cliff with her, and together, we free-fall into the abyss. There’s no safety net, no promises of what’s to come after, just the trust that we’ll eventually come up for air. We give everything up to each other, our arms wrapped tightly around each other, holding on for life, holding on to this love that defies everything, but couldn’t be more perfect and right.
Thunder booms outside the window, the space filling with a quick, blinding flash of lightning. The floors themselves seem to rattle and shake, and as pleasure hits an all-time high, I hear the faint words, “I love you! I love you!” and realize they’re coming from me.
Our combined orgasms seem to go on for an eternity, until the three of us are completely spent, lying in a tangled, sweaty heap on Parker’s bed. Mia’s head rests against his chest, all our arms twisted and locked together as we focus on steadying our breathing and letting our heart rates find a more reasonable, less concerning rate. Fingertips trail lightly across my clammy skin, and I’m too out of it to know whose.
“How do you feel?” I ask, not bothering to address either of them, and wanting an answer from both.
“Better than ever, like my heart could burst at any moment,” Mia laughs, her fingers running across Parker’s chest.
“Park?”
“Mmm?”
“How are you feeling?”
