Chapter 23 #4
I gasp into Cole’s mouth, reaching between his legs with one hand while the other finds Gage. I wrap my fingers around Cole’s dick and run the others through Gage’s hair, encouraging him as I move my hips in time with his tongue. Two digits push inside me. Cole swallows my throaty moan.
My skin is feverish, hot with their teasing, and my head spins as Gage sucks on the bundle of nerves at my apex. “Please,” I whisper in between Cole’s kisses.
“Soon,” he responds.
Gage bites the inside of my thigh, pressing his thumb to my clit at the same time, and I gasp, back arching. Fuck I want them inside me so bad.
“Please,” I beg this time. “Please, I need you both.”
Cole kisses me once more before breaking away, glancing at Gage who nods.
The two of them help me change positions.
Cole lying on his back, Gage guiding me to straddle him.
Gage reaches for the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube that wasn’t there when I came to hide.
I fight a smile at the thought of them intentionally bringing that with them.
Gage kneels behind me, popping the cap of the lube and running one hand up the back of my thighs.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks.
“A few times.”
That doesn’t bother him, and honestly, it’ll make this easier on all of us.
I grab Cole’s length and position him. Lube, slick and smooth, drizzles over my skin before the bottle is tossed aside.
I sink onto Cole’s dick, mouth parting in delight, and he watches me with rapt attention, as if I’m the only one who’s ever done this.
Gage sweeps two fingers through the lube, pushing one slowly into my ass. I choke on a cry. No matter how many times I’ve done anal, it’s always a little shocking, but not necessarily in a bad way.
“You’re doing good,” he praises, pumping in and out of me while I breathe, slowly rocking my hips with Cole buried deep.
Cole palms my breasts and tweaks my nipples. Pleasure and pressure build, the fullness of it all already proving to be a lot.
But I can handle both.
I swallow as Gage adds another finger, continuing to prep me as I work my hips a little faster, finding my confidence. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I’ve never been more certain in my entire life. Bending over more, my tits smashing into Cole’s chest, I kiss him and swivel my body as Gage withdraws his fingers. Cole distracts me, biting my lip and sucking away the pain, lips moving to my ear to coach me through it.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well.”
I hum as Gage’s tip finds my tight hole.
“Breathe out,” Cole murmurs, lips brushing down my throat.
Exhaling, I force myself to relax as Gage gently pushes himself in, fighting the natural urge to tighten up.
I pant as he goes deeper and deeper, until I’m so full I think I might break, until my walls clamp around Cole’s length and my entire body lights up with sensations.
With both of them, everything is heightened. Each little pulse more electric.
“Good. That’s great, Lily.” He bites my neck. “Now breathe.”
I do as he asks.
“Look at how perfect our woman is,” he tells Gage. “Fucking both of us at the same time.”
“So fucking perfect,” Gage rasps, the pads of his fingers flexing against my hips as he moves slightly in and out, giving me time to adjust.
I start to move with him, finding his pace, rolling my hips and gasping as they both throb inside me. “Oh god,” I moan.
The two of them hum in agreement and begin to work together, finding a pace that sets my blood on fire and has me resting my forehead against Cole’s shoulder, simply breathing as they take control.
I grasp at the sheets, overwhelming sensations crashing together.
It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.
Gage drives in a little harder, not enough to hurt me, but enough to make me forget air exists.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Cole moans. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Me either,” Gage says, voice strained like he’s already fighting himself.
Cole thrusts his hips up.
A cry rips past my lips, the sound somewhere between a plea and a praise, and I bite Cole’s shoulder to ground myself.
He grunts but doesn’t complain, driving into me again.
Gage follows. The two of them work faster, harder, taking me higher and higher and higher until I’m not sure if I’ll ever come back down.
I press my lips to the spot I marked and bury my face in Cole’s neck, a filthy, husky moan rolling out of me as the wet, primal sounds of fucking fill the space around us.
The pressure builds fast. I barely have time to catch my breath, to properly prepare for release, before the orgasm slams into me.
I scream, voice breaking, and come hard and fast. The guys follow me over the edge, the two of them moving in tandem until they both explode inside me.
That sensation has my core spasming and my eyes flutter closed as I come again, my cries, sounds I can’t even describe, following their shouts of pleasure.
Eventually, we break apart, all of us groaning as they slide out, and falling onto the mattress. Gage excuses himself to clean up before quickly rejoining us. They sandwich me on the bed, a cocoon of pleasure and heat wrapping around me and lulling me to sleep.
I don’t think life can get any better.