Brayden’s tongue invaded my mouth, capturing my cries as Spencer slid his fingers into my pussy and coated my hole with the wetness. My pussy clamped around his fingers, and I moaned long and low. Spencer purred, the sound hotter than the sun. The vibration traveled through me, lighting me up like a Fourth of July firework.
“You love this, don’t you, Keels?” Spencer growled. “You’re dying for me to slide into you alongside Texas, aren’t you? You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet. We want to make it so good for you. Come for us now, babe.”
I moaned again, and he pumped his fingers in my pussy while he ate me out, his pointed tongue stretching my pucker with every short push inside. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding my clit against Brayden’s hardened flesh.
He hissed and arched up before exhaling heavily and melting into the mattress. “Fuck,” he panted. “Thank you.”
“Always, babe,” Spencer murmured and went back to eating me out, softening my muscle with his tongue.
With every swipe, need spiked, and I was writhing against Brayden’s cock and Spencer's tongue. I moaned at the flick of the lube cap. I wanted this. I was almost desperate for it. I was nearly thirty years old, and I’d never had something—anything—up my ass. Until I’d seen Brayden’s ecstasy, I’d been unsure. Now I knew I wanted it.
Spencer brushed his lubed-up finger against my pucker, and I pushed back. He didn’t leave me hanging, sliding the tip of his finger in. The stretch was unfamiliar and a little disconcerting, but there was no pain. He pushed in deeper, and I groaned. He swiped his tongue at the point where I was stretched around him, and every nerve ending crackled.
I wanted to keep him there. I needed more. But Spencer was doing things his way. He pulled all the way out, andI whimpered. Over and over, he repeated the move, my rim stretching around his finger.
I gasped, “More.”
Spencer added another finger, then another. The stretch burned at first, quickly morphing into a tease. It was a taste of what was to come. I was riding them, alternating between pushing back on Spencer’s fingers and grinding on Brayden's cock.
The tingling at the base of my spine was different this time. Waves of heat rushed over me, a banked fire that had roared to life. I was in sensation overload, teetering on the edge. I arched up, and Brayden flicked his tongue over my nipple, then latched on and sucked. I shattered in their arms, crying out and riding the waves of ecstasy that crested and crashed over me.
“Bray, get inside our lady,” Spencer ordered, and I cried out in relief as Spencer positioned Brayden’s steely dick at my entrance so his husband could drive up into me.
“Darlin’?” he checked in.
“Please,” I begged.
In one swift move, he thrust into me, and I cried out, my orgasm renewing itself now that I was impaled on his thick-as-hell cock. My pussy tightened, and my body didn’t know which way to move. I was so full.
Then they were pulling out of me, and I was too empty. I whimpered and then I felt it—Brayden's cock at my pussy and Spencer's dick at my ass.
“Keels, you okay, babe?”
“Yes. God, yes,” I pleaded.
Brayden waited for Spencer to move. He pushed in slowly, allowing the ring of muscle to stretch around his cock. It burned, and I cried out, pain mingling with need. Spencer paused and petted my sides. “Relax, Keels. Breathe.”
Brayden tugged me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me and kissing me until I was breathless. I melted into him, and Spencer hummed. “That’s it, gorgeous.”
He inched forward until my muscles went lax, and his cockhead pushed through my resistance.
“Oh God,” I breathed.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint.
“More,” I demanded.
Spencer slid in another inch and paused. But I was beyond that point. I pushed back on him, impaling myself on his cock until his hips met my ass and I was stuffed full.
He breathed heavily and fell forward, connecting our bodies from our knees to shoulders. He pressed his lips against my shoulder as Brayden licked a path down my throat. He was completely still except for his fingers on my hip, gripping my fat roll tightly.
“Fuuuck,” he breathed. “Fair dinkum, you have the tightest ass I’ve ever been in.”
“Can’t wait to feel her around my cock too.”
“Need you both,” I begged.
Spencer sucked in a breath and pulled out to his cockhead as Brayden slid inside me. I choked out a cry and arched into him, my nipples abrading against his rock-solid chest.
