Chapter 40 #2
Daniel knee-walked toward the pillows and tapped his cock against Finn’s cheek.
Finn turned and opened his mouth, taking Daniel in as far as he could reach without gagging.
Daniel fucked his mouth until spit ran down the corner of Finn’s chin, then he changed his position and fed his dick into my mouth.
He tasted like clean skin and salt, and I sucked him eagerly, getting wetter every time Finn’s shaft pulsed inside of me.
I moaned, gagging when Daniel thrust toward the back of my throat, and he pulled out, using his thumb to wipe the corner of my mouth.
“You practiced,” he murmured, moving toward the foot of the bed and situating himself between Finn’s legs.
He pushed his finger into me, still wet with my own spit, and Finn grunted, fingers digging into my waist. His hips arched off the bed, and Daniel dropped his forehead against the small of my back.
He spit on his hand and eased another finger into me, slapping Finn lightly on the thigh.
“Keep going,” Daniel said, and Finn did.
He fucked up into me with shallow and hard thrusts, the head of his cock dragging over my g-spot with each thrust. Daniel had two fingers inside of me, a lot of lube, and then three.
I felt it when he tried to grasp Finn’s dick with his hand, and Finn yelped, entire length sliding out of me with a wet pop.
“Play fair,” Finn warned with a harsh exhale.
Daniel lined Finn back up with my pussy and pushed him into me, and all three of us groaned.
Instead of putting his fingers back in, he notched his own hot and wet cock against my entrance.
I’d done this an embarrassing number of times alone over the past two weeks.
Normally, I’d been in the shower, one dildo suctioned to the wall, the other in my hand.
I’d designed us into this position for a reason, knowing my body would welcome them both.
“He’s already stretching you so wide,” Daniel murmured.
He pressed down against Finn’s dick and pushed into me with a slow glide of his hips. Together, the two of them were bigger than my toys had been. I shivered, sinking down lower onto my knees and flattening my chest against Finn’s.
“No,” he whispered, using his shoulder to nudge me up.
Daniel snaked his hand around my chest and pulled me upright. I sank down lower onto both of them, shuddering from the pain of it. Finn skated his hand down my stomach, a spit-slick thumb drawing a hard swirl across my clit.
“You said this was for me. For us.”
“I know.”
“Okay.”
Daniel took my breasts into his hands, tweaking my nipples with cruel fingers.
“Ride, Sophie,” he coaxed.
The angle spread me farther apart toward the base of their shafts, and there wasn’t really anywhere I could move without hurting myself past the point of pleasure.
“Do it for me,” I begged, tilting my head to the side, pushing my chest into his hands. Finn’s finger moved slowly between my legs, enough to build friction but not enough to get me off.
Daniel flattened one of his hands in the middle of my back and pushed me straight down to Finn’s waiting mouth.
Finn kept his hand sandwiched between our bodies, working faster against my clit as he licked his way into my mouth with a rumbling groan that sent gooseflesh up my arms. Behind me, Daniel added more lube to the mess of where our bodies were joined, then pumped his hips slowly until he found a pace that had me crying against Finn’s jaw.
Every thrust of his hips propelled me forward, Daniel’s hands and Finn’s hands roaming my body until the three of us were so tangled together I didn’t see us ever becoming separate again.
“You’re so swollen,” Finn rasped into my hair. “Burning hot down here, Soph.”
“It’s a lot.”
“It is.” He grunted, muscles going tight against me. “I need you to come so I can come, though. Daniel’s making it really hard to last.”
“This is the tightest hole I’d ever fucked,” Daniel said through gritted teeth. “I love it. I love you.”
Everything went technicolor after that, stars exploding when I closed my eyes as Daniel’s hands held me down fully on Finn’s cock while I came.
Daniel fucked into me, and all I could hear was the sound of my own breath, the garbled and desperate cries that came out of my mouth.
I yanked Finn’s hand away from my clit and pressed his palm against my face, kissed his hand while Daniel groaned and slammed against me from the back one last time.
He bent over, dropping his forehead against my spine.
“God, I felt it.” Finn peppered aggressively wet and messy kisses against the side of my head. “I felt you come on me.”
Finn shuddered, grimacing when Daniel’s cock slid out and left me gaping around Finn’s dick. Finn reached around and pushed two fingers into me alongside his shaft and lifted his hips, fucking into me once more before going still beneath me.
“Did you finish?” I asked.
“Yes, Sophie.” He chuckled. “Both of us came inside of you.”
“At the same time.”
Daniel collapsed half onto Finn’s leg and half onto the bed. Finn gingerly eased me up and off him, settling me into the triangle of space between their sweaty and overheated bodies.
“I have to be honest,” Finn said, words rough. “That was something.”
“More something than this?” I asked, reaching for his hand and feeling the way the ring sat on his finger, the weight of it against his skin.
“Nothing could be more than this.”
Daniel stretched his arm between us and tangled his fingers alongside Finn’s. In less than twelve hours, he’d have a ring on his finger too.
“Come to Cherry Creek,” Daniel said. “Be with us.”
“I’m yours.” A small smile flickered across Finn’s kiss-swollen lips, and he closed his eyes with a gentle exhale.
“Yes?” I prompted.
With his lashes fanned out across his cheeks, Finn nodded. “Always.”