Page 126 of Trapped Truth

When Blaine crashes a palm into my left cheek, the reverberation jolts his dick inside me. I almost black out from the sheer pleasure of it. The conniving bastard knows exactly how to play my senses against me.

“How does it feel?” He lays a kiss down on my shoulder blade. “Being fucked by two men?”

“Shut up.”

“You look good like this. Pinned, helpless, full of our cocks. You love it, don’t you?”

I’m hardly in a position to argue otherwise, moments from fragmenting in another powerful release.

“He’s ready to burst.” Blaine swirls his hips in an agonising arch. “Watch what you do to him.”

There isn’t space left inside me to feel anything but overwhelming joy. No anguish. No rage. Not even the memories of all we’ve left behind can interrupt this moment. All I can hold is their mutual love, worshipping me over and over again.

When Warner’s eyes roll back in his skull, I triumphantly writhe on his crotch, luxuriating in the fullness of his whole length juddering within. He cries out in a boom, allowing piping-hot fluid to gush inside me.

One of Blaine’s paws presses down on my lower spine while the other cradles my hip, holding me steady through the brunt of Warner’s climax. Then he gently lifts to sever the connection, holding me suspended so he can sink back into my ass.

“Fuck, Blaine! Oh, god!”

“Give us one more. You’ve got it in you.”

Underneath me, Warner’s chest frantically moves as he searches for air, still maintaining the energy to palm my tit and squeeze. I moan at the pressure he applies to my hardened bud, adding to the melee of sensations carrying me towards a release.

When he winks at me then stretches lower still to source my aching clit, everything grinds to a halt. My lungs sputter and seize, refusing to draw breath. Brain functioning ceases. Any doubt I might’ve had left in my mind packs its bags and hauls ass to leave the building.

Warner traces aggressive circles on my bud, working in tandem with Blaine’s pounding from behind. Between them, I’m powerless to fight off the dark clouds hazing over my line of sight. The orgasm hits faster than a full-speed train running off its tracks to a destination unknown.

“Let go!” Blaine commands.

Surrendering shouldn’t be so easy. Not for me, at least. But in their circle of protection, I can let go. Fully. Without fear or doubt for the outcome. My climax invades without warning then sets up camp to detonate a megaton bomb.

Pulses of warmth spill into my rear as Blaine’s pumping draws to a slow roll of the hips. Feeling him come apart drags my orgasm out to its full potential, leaving me slumped over in a breathless heap of sweaty exhaustion.

He carefully lowers me onto Warner’s awaiting chest then twists to slump down next to us. I land with a soft thud, seized by strong arms that pull me in close. The heartbeat screeching beneath my ear sounds as ragged as mine feels.

“I’ve got you.” Smoothing my hair back, Warner nuzzles my cheek. “Breathe deep, love.”

“Mmm.”

“My thoughts precisely,” Blaine concurs through heaving lungs.

Nestled in Warner’s quiet safety, my senses come back online bit by bit. I’m loose and relaxed. The aggravated fire ants that kept me awake in this dump of a hiding place have dissipated at last.

We doze in comfortable silence. At some point, Blaine rests a hand on my splayed-out body, connecting the three of us as one. In that instant, something irrevocable clicks into place in my chest.

This is where I’m supposed to be.

Here. Anywhere.

With them.

I want to preserve this moment in crystallised amber where it can never fade away. Keep them close where the world can never harm them. Where our enemies can never again reach them.

This… is the peace I’ve been searching for.

We may be down, but we’re not out yet.

Madden will have to pry this happiness from my cold, dead hands.