I nod, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Don’t stop.”
Cash thumbs away the tears and nods, gritting his teeth as he keeps going. “You’re fucking incredible. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us. I love how you take everything we can give you. So fucking good.”
“So good,” Lincoln echoes. “So perfect for us, wildflower. Let him in. Let us both have you.”
They work in tandem and before I know it, I’m so impossibly full. Both men are seated inside me, and my body is stretched tight around them, snug and wet and needy.
My breathing stutters, and it’s a good thing they’re holding me up, or I might have collapsed right then and there. For a moment, no one moves. It’s just the shared breath and the sounds of bodies trembling under the weight of so much sensation.
It has to be intense for the two of them as well, being pressed so tightly together, buried so deep inside me.
But then Cash’s hips jerk forward, and that sends a lick of fire lashing down my spine. Lincoln’s hips move as well, and they start fucking me like that, pushing and pulling me between them.
Cash kisses me again, his tongue fucking into my mouth at almost the same rhythm. He pulls back, panting hard against my lips, his eyes gone dark with pleasure.
“You should be like this all the time,” he murmurs. “Stuffed full of us, out of your mind with pleasure. It’s what you deserve. It’s what you were made for. To take us and come until we’re done with you. Until you’re so full of us that you’re a mess.”
Lincoln drives into me with hard, deep thrusts that make my eyes roll back into my head.
I’m close in no time. So close that I can taste it, like a gathering of electricity and power right before a lightning strike. I barely register the sound of footsteps in the hallway, but thenEverett is walking into the room, and his presence catches my attention immediately.
He pauses, those calculating eyes sweeping over the scene in front of him. I have to wonder what we look like right now, but I don’t have to guess what he’s thinking when a slow, dark smile curls his mouth.
Lincoln sees him a moment later and there’s a grin in his voice when he says, “I’m not sure there’s room left. But… maybe there is if you want to try to squeeze in with us.”
The joke shouldn’t make me wetter, but it does.
Everett doesn’t answer right away. He just walks to the chair near the bed and drops into it like a king taking his throne. His hand is already sliding to the front of his pants, and I can see the shape of his cock, filling out as he palms it.
“Keep going,” he says. “I want to watch.”
And he’s not kidding about that at all. He watches with eyes that burn, one hand stroking himself slowly as he takes in the sight.
Cash and Lincoln keep fucking into me, and it’s like I’m being pulled in three different directions, but toward the same goal.
“She can handle more,” Everett says, directing them, falling into the role of leader the way he so often does. “If she can walk after this, I’ll be disappointed.”
Cash snorts a laugh, but his hips drive forward harder, faster, the friction building to a delicious climax.
I come again from just that, clenching around both of them now. They both cry out at the feeling, Lincoln’s hips digging into my hips and Cash nipping at my bottom lip.
“Just like that,” Everett says. “I wonder how many orgasms you can wring out of her like this. Touch her clit.”
Cash’s hand slides down my front as he obeys, finding the swollen bud of my clit, slippery from how wet I am. The first touch is like an electric shock, and I scream, hips bucking intothe touch. He traces slow circles over it, and it takes no time at all for that to send me headfirst into another orgasm.
My body trembles with it, every rippling shock of pleasure making me clench down around them, which just makes the sensation that much more powerful.
And they don’t stop.
Everett keeps giving his instructions, and Lincoln and Cash keep fucking me. They slap my ass, grope my tits, pull my hair. Everything to keep me on edge and coasting on wave after wave of sensation.
I can feel another orgasm building, rushing down on me, when the moment is interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. It’s a loud and insistent noise, amplified by where it’s sitting.
I try to ignore it, face buried in Cash’s neck, but Everett reaches over and grabs it, checking the screen.
His expression darkens when he sees the name.
“Julius,” he says, and my stomach flips.