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Torin shoves his jeans down far enough to free his cock and lines himself up. Then the movement stalls. The hesitation catches me off guard because hesitation and Torin rarely exist in the same universe. His hand tightens in my hair.

“Say it,” he says, the words rough against my ear. “Tell me you want it.”

I lift my head and find Torin through blurred vision. The words tumble out before I can stop them, four different versions of the same plea.

Please. Yes. Want. Want. Want.

Every ounce of need I've been holding back all day rushes free at once. The sound he makes in response tears through me. Ashby and Briggs change position, holding me open for Torin. He drives himself inside in one hard stroke, so deep it rips a cry from my throat and sends my forehead into the side of the van. Breath leaves me in a rush.

Thought goes with it. He doesn't give me room to recover before his body sets a relentless pace against mine, pleasure striking fast and fierce with every thrust. His hands clamp onto my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me while he takes what I've begged him for. The force jars through my entire body, rattling my teeth together, and I push back against him anyway, hungry for every bit of it.

Torin's grip in my hair keeps my head tipped toward Briggs.

Briggs opens his jeans with one hand and drags his other thumb across my bottom lip. "That's my girl."

"Fuck, she's perfect," Ashby groans around a mouthful of my breast.

Briggs steps in closer, hands settling on my hips as Torin drives into me. His teeth scrape my ear. “Let me in too.”

The words barely register before I feel his thumb pressing against my ass, working me open.

Every muscle tightens.

“Do it,” I gasp.

Briggs grins against my neck, stubble scraping my skin. His thumb keeps moving while he slips behind me and presses the blunt tip of his cock against my ass.

The pressure steals my breath.

Torin eases his pace just enough for me to breathe.

Ashby’s mouth devours my breasts, biting and sucking at the soft skin while holding me still as Briggs pushes in. The pressure steals my breath.

Then Torin grinds in harder, his jaw locked tight, and I feel the control slipping from him where our bodies join. Briggs adjusts with him, matching his angle, the two of them moving together in a way that feels equal parts practiced and competitive.

They’re filling so me completely, the sensation leaves me dizzy, stretched to my limit, pleasure and pain twisting together into a desperate craving I never knew existed before them.

Ashby’s watching now, one hand wrapped around his own rock hard cock. His grip is so tight the knuckles stand pale against his skin. He doesn't look away. He barely seems to breathe.

His mouth stays parted as he mutters, "Fuck," over and over, like the sight of me between them has reduced him to that single word.

Heat rushes through me when I catch him staring. I want him too. I want his cock down my throat. I want to taste exactly how badly this is affecting him.

Briggs pushes deeper, and the initial sting fades into an ache that already feels hungry for more. Each time Torin drives home, his balls smack against my clit. That alone would be enough to send me over the edge, but the alternating thrusts from both of them ignite every nerve ending in my body.

The sounds around us turn filthy, spurring us on. My gasps mix with their grunts. The wet, slick noises of our bodies carry into the darkness surrounding the cabin. Every coherent thought dissolves beneath a single overwhelming need.

I need to come.

Somehow, Torin and Brigg’s pull me to my knees while still inside me. Torin yanks my hair again. "She wants you, pretty boy,” he tells Ashby. “Get your dick in there."

He tips my head back, giving Ashby full access. “Open wide, baby,” he croons. I do as he says, and Ashby slides his throbbing thickness deep into my mouth, exactly where I want him. The taste hits first, salt, skin, bitterness, followed by the scent of all of us tangled together, sweat and sex mixed with the faint trace of detergent still clinging to someone's clothes.

When I suck him in, Ashby's hips jerk hard enough that his knees nearly give way.

For one dizzying stretch of time, I hold all three of them in me at once.

The sheer obscenity of it steals what little breath I have left.