“Hey.” Chance dips down and forces my eyes to his. “Stay with us, baby. Get out of your head.”
They both crawl onto the bed on either side of me, sandwiching me between their gorgeous, hard bodies.
“Forget about whatever you’re thinking, pretty girl.” Stephen peppers my face with kisses. “We’re here. We’re together. We’ve found each other again. That’s all that matters.”
Tears well behind my lids, unexpected emotion bubbling to the surface. “I’ve missed you two so much.”
They cradle me in their arms, Stephen’s chest pressed against mine while Chance wraps around me from behind.
“We’ve missed you too,” Chance whispers.
Stephen smirks. “And we’re going to show you just how much.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Chance sits back against the headboard and fists his cock with his right hand. “Ride me, baby.”
Chance is rarely selfish, always letting Stephen take what he needs first. But the way his obsidian eyes shine with unshed tears, it’s clear that he needs this right now.
I sniffle as I sit up. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Stephen chuckles as he slips out of bed, and digs into the pocket of his sweatpants. “Don’t you worry, pretty girl. I’ve got us covered.”
He pulls out a long-ass strip of condoms and a bottle of lube, and holds them up the way a fisherman holds up his prize fish.
My shoulders shake with my laughter. “Think you brought enough?”
Chance yanks me over to him with an arm around my waist. “You better hope he did.” He lifts me up by my hips and rubs me against his hard cock. “Because you’re not getting any sleep tonight. We’re going to fuck you in every way we’ve wanted to for the last four years.”
“You’re about to get four years-worth of fucking, pretty girl.” Stephen tears open a condom and tosses it to me, then opens one for himself. “Hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow because you’re going to be sore.”
My pussy clenches at the thought, and a fire ignites inside me. It feels like an awakening; like the piece of me that has been asleep all this time just woke up from hibernation.
And she’s hungry.
A smile spreads across my face. “Bring it, boys. Because for as long as you’ve been missing me, you’ve been able to get out your desires with other people. I haven’t had anyone to have hot, meaningless sex with; I don’t have people throwing themselves at me on a daily basis. I’ve got four years of pent-up frustration, so if I were you, I’d be scared right now because I’m about to pump you both until you’re dry.”
Stephen tosses his head back as he laughs. “There’s our girl.”
I roll the condom over Chance, and waste no time straddling him. “You ready for me, Grumpy Man?”
His hands fly to my hips with a bruising grip. “Use me, baby. Take what you need.”
I sink down onto him, but stop halfway. “Oh, fuck. I forgot how big you guys are.”
The burn hurts so good, and I take my time working myself onto him. Once I’m filled, I start to rock my hips, nice and slow.
Chance’s hooded eyes watch where our bodies connect, his lips parted like he’s in a trance.
Stephen comes up behind me, straddling Chance and nestling his erection against my ass as he moves with me. “Helooks so sexy when he’s turned on, doesn’t he?” he whispers in my ear. “It’s the only time he’s not glaring at someone, or mouthing off about something.”
Chance’s eyes flick up to him. “Too bad I can’t shove my cock down your throat right now.”
“No, but I’d love to lick you clean after you come.”
Chance groans, and it’s now that I realize—these boys haven’t been together since college either. Not only did they lose touch with me, but they lost each other as well. This is the first time all three of us have been together in years.
I reach behind me and rest my hand on the back of Stephen’s neck. “Fuck me, Stephen. I’m ready.”