“I’m not sure I can control it,” David admitted with a half laugh.
“Here, I’ll distract you,” Mati said. She promptly stripped off her panties off and chucked them across the room with a flourish.
Reese laughed, but David was too busy reaching for her. He hooked his arm around her hips and dragged her closer. She tried to help but fell back onto the bed with a breathless laugh that cut off when David sealed his lips over her clit and sucked.
Mati writhed on the bed. “Fuck.”
David hummed his agreement, and she quivered against him.
Reese slipped in that damn third finger again and spread David open.
David moaned, barely able to catch his breath as he sucked in quick, hard pulses. He tried to focus on Mati’s taste, her slick, soft skin against his lips, the tug of her fingers in his hair, but Reese was taking him apart so effectively, soefficiently, that David didn’t think he was doing as good a job as he should.
Mati cried out his name, panting, her legs restless around his head. She scrabbled with one arm until she could stuff pillows beneath her head, propping herself up to watch Reese work and stare at David’s ass.
Reese spread his fingers and squirted a healthy—perhaps excessive—amount of lube into David.
David sped up the timing of his pulses and she squirmed against his face. He slipped two fingers into her and rubbed, quick and hard. Three quick, increasingly desperate “ahs” burst from her, each louder and higher, and she came, shaking against him. He dragged it out until she collapsed against the bed with a long sigh.
Reese’s fingers disappeared, leaving David feeling open. Ready. And just a little nervous.
He looked at Mati, and she stared back. He’d done this before. Hell, Mati had fucked him the other night. But this was still big.
It was Reese. It was the three of them.
Mati scratched her fingers over his scalp. “Ready?”
He nodded and Reese nudged closer, his cock pushing against David’s tight muscles. Reese had loosened him up, but it was still a lot. It was all a fuckinglot.
Gentle hands soothed him, running over his back, face, shoulders, and hips. He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly, arching his back as he relaxed, his face pressed to Mati’s thigh.
Reese’s cock slipped into him and he clamped down around it.
Reese made a pained noise, but his hands never stopped soothing. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
David nodded, his mouth open on the silky skin at the top of Mati’s leg, her scent filling his head.
Reese thrust forward and back, gently rocking deeper into David. Soon Reese was bottoming out, as far as he could go, but he didn’t pause, pulling back out again until the crown tugged at David’s stretched rim, sending bolts of ecstasy through his entire body.
Each stroke was perfect, silky smooth and harder, faster than the last. David was lost. A tiny corner of his brain said he should be doing something, taking care of Mati in some way. He opened his mouth to say something, but she shushed him, carding her fingers through his hair and telling him how beautiful he was.
His cock hung heavy between his legs, swinging to tap against his belly, but otherwise untouched. His balls were drawn up tight like the spring coiled in his gut, waiting to let go.
He felt almost afraid of what might happen next. What words he might speak or promises he might beg for.
Then he heard Reese’s quiet chant. “You’re ours, David. Ours.”
David squeezed his eye shut, pressing his face harder to Mati’s thigh. She shushed him again, each powerful rock of his body brushing her hand through his hair and over his face.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ve got you.”
“You take such good care of us. Such good carewithus,” Reese said.
Mati cupped his cheek. “Let us take care of you.”
David’s orgasm washed over him, gentle for all that it ripped his heart out and laid it at their feet.
Chapter Thirty-Three
