Chapter 31 #2
“Every night for ten years.” His mouth finds the claiming bite on my chest, tongue tracing the silvered scar tissue. “Could never get you out of my head.”
Phoenix adds a third finger and I cry out, hips rocking back to meet her hand. The pleasure is building, coiling tight in my belly, pressure mounting toward something I can’t quite—
“Stop.”
Judah’s voice cuts through the haze. Phoenix’s fingers still immediately.
“What?” I pant, confused and desperate. “Why—”
“Because if she keeps going, you’re going to come.” Judah’s ocean-blue eyes hold mine steadily. “And I want to be inside you when that happens.”
The words hit me like a physical force. My cock jerks against my stomach, leaking precome onto the sheets.
“Yes.” The word comes out broken.”Yes.”
Phoenix withdraws her fingers slowly, leaving me empty and aching. She shifts behind me, sitting up against the headboard.
“Come here.” She pats her lap.
I hesitate, not understanding.
“Like this.” She guides me with gentle hands until I’m kneeling over her, facing her, my thighs bracketing her hips. “Now lean back against me.”
I do as she says, my back pressing against her chest. Her arms wrap around me, one hand splayed over my heart, the other sliding down to grip my cock.
“Perfect,” she murmurs against my ear. “Now Judah can see everything.”
I turn my head to find Judah kneeling between my spread thighs, stripped bare sometime when I wasn’t paying attention. His body is a work of art—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the kind of muscle that comes from years of hauling fishing nets and lobster traps.
His cock stands thick and flushed against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight of it.
“God.” His voice sounds wrecked. “Look at you.”
“Like what you see?” The question comes out breathless, almost coy.
“You know I do.”
He reaches down to grip himself, stroking slowly as his gaze rakes over my body. Taking in Phoenix’s hand on my cock, the slick mess between my thighs, the desperate way I’m trembling.
“Phoenix.” His eyes flick up to meet hers over my shoulder. “You ready?”
“Been ready since the first time I saw him naked.”
A strangled laugh escapes me. “That was an accident.”
“Best accident of my life.” She rolls her hips beneath me, and I feel the hard length of something pressing against my ass.
Not her fingers.
I twist to look at her. “When did you—”
“Mason.” Her smile is wicked. “Eyes forward.”
I turn back to find Judah moving closer, one hand gripping my hip to steady me. His cock brushes against my entrance, the head nudging at the slick opening.
“This okay?” His voice is strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes. Please.”
He pushes inside.
The stretch is exquisite—not painful, not with how open and wet I am, but present in a way that makes me hyperaware of every inch he gives me. I feel him sinking deeper, splitting me open, filling the emptiness that’s been gnawing at me for days.
“Fuck.” His forehead drops to my shoulder. “Mason, you’re so—“
“More.” I rock my hips, trying to take him deeper. “I need more.”
Behind me, Phoenix shifts. I feel the press of the toy against my entrance, alongside Judah’s cock.
“Wait—” I gasp. “What are you—”
“Do you trust me?” Her mouth finds my ear, teeth scraping the lobe.
“Yes, but—”
“Then let me in.”
She presses forward.
The sensation is overwhelming. The toy slides in beside Judah’s cock, stretching me past the point I thought possible. It burns—fuck, it burns—but underneath the burn is a pleasure so intense I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Oh god.” The words come out as a sob. “Oh god, oh fuck, I can’t—“
“You can.” Judah’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady. “You’re doing so well. Taking us both like you were made for this.”
Phoenix starts to move.
The toy fucks into me in counterpoint to Judah’s stillness, creating a push-pull rhythm that sends sparks shooting up my spine. I can feel them both inside me—the hard heat of Judah’s cock, the smooth firmness of the toy—filling me so completely that I can’t tell where I end and they begin.
“More,” I manage. “Please, I need you to move.”
Judah obliges.
He pulls back and thrusts forward, timing his strokes to match Phoenix’s rhythm. The dual sensation is almost too much—pleasure crashing through me in waves, building toward something that feels like it might break me apart.
Phoenix’s free hand wraps around my cock, stroking in time with their movements. Her thumb swipes over the head on every upstroke, spreading the precome that’s leaking steadily now.
“That’s it.” Judah’s voice is ragged, breathless. “Let us take care of you. Let us make you feel good.”
I’m beyond words. Beyond thought. I exist only in the sensation of being filled, being fucked, being held between two people who want me as desperately as I want them.
The pleasure builds and builds, pressure mounting in my belly until I’m sure I’m going to die from it. My thighs shake. My breath comes in sobs. Tears stream down my face—from overwhelm, from joy, from the sheer intensity of feeling this much after a decade of feeling nothing.
“I’m close.” The words tear out of me. “I’m so close, please—“
“Then come.” Judah’s mouth finds mine, swallowing my cry as he thrusts deep. “Come for us, Mace.”
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me like a storm, pleasure crashing in waves that white out my vision. I’m dimly aware of crying out into Judah’s mouth, of my cock pulsing in Phoenix’s grip, of my body clenching down on the two lengths inside me.
Judah follows moments later, his groan vibrating against my lips as he spills deep inside me. I feel the hot rush of his release, feel the way his cock pulses and twitches, feel his knot beginning to swell at my entrance.
Phoenix doesn’t stop moving. The toy keeps fucking into me, drawing out the aftershocks, extending the pleasure until I’m sobbing with oversensitivity.
“Please,” I gasp. “I can’t—it’s too much—“
She withdraws slowly, leaving me empty and twitching. Judah’s knot catches at my rim but doesn’t fully lock—not with how stretched out I am—and he pulls out with a groan that sounds like it hurts.
I collapse forward against his chest, boneless and shaking.
His arms come around me immediately, cradling me against him like something precious. Phoenix presses against my back, her chin hooking over my shoulder.
“You okay?” Her voice is soft with concern.
I laugh weakly. “I have no idea. Ask me again when I remember how to breathe.”
Judah’s chest rumbles with quiet laughter beneath my cheek. His lips press against my hair.
“That was…” He trails off, apparently unable to find words adequate to the experience.
“Yeah.” I nuzzle into the warm hollow of his throat. “It really was.”
The only question is how I’m going to feel about this tomorrow.