Chapter 18 #2
Luke’s hands skimmed my thighs, spreading me wide as Eli’s arms locked around my waist from behind, pinning me between them.
The sensation of their bodies crowding me, heat and muscle and need, set every nerve ending alight.
I couldn’t look away from the filthy, hungry way they stared at me, like they’d finally found their favorite present under the tree and were debating whether to rip it open or savor the anticipation.
The ache between my legs was a living thing, raw and desperate, and every rough stroke of Eli’s calloused palms just made it worse.
“You gonna let me take you apart again?” Luke murmured, his lips tracing down my throat, fingers already tugging my knees higher.
Eli’s laugh rumbled against my spine. “She can do more than that. Frankly, I’d let her do anything she wanted to me right now.”
I twisted enough to catch Eli’s eyes over my shoulder, smirking. “Anything? Even take control?”
He didn’t flinch. “Try me.”
Luke grinned, his breath hot on my skin as he nuzzled lower, lips skimming across my collarbone. “You heard him. You want to be in charge tonight?”
Was this real? I’d never had anyone offer me control like that, not without it being a joke or a dare. A wild, needy laugh bubbled up from my chest. “You sure? Isn’t it a little scary, letting chaos girl boss you around?”
Eli’s grip tightened, making my breath catch. “Terrifying,” he said, voice gone husky. “But also fucking sexy.”
I reached back, my hand catching his jaw, dragging him down for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and filthy promise. His cock pressed against my lower back, hard and insistent, while Luke’s fingers slipped between my legs, stroking through the slick mess.
“Then I want both of you,” I whispered, breaking the kiss just long enough to meet both their eyes. “No taking turns. I want both your cocks inside me at once. Think you can handle that?”
Luke let out a whimper, and Eli’s eyes went dark, pupils blown wide. “You want us to split you open, pretty girl?”
“Please.”
They moved in perfect sync, and Luke flipped onto his back, cock already wet at the tip, while Eli stayed behind me, lining up to press the blunt head of his cock against my entrance as he helped me straddle Luke’s hips.
I was so wet I could feel them both slipping and sliding against each other, both thick, both desperate to fit.
I reached between my legs and guided Luke inside me, moaning as he filled me, then looked over my shoulder at Eli.
“Fuck me,” I ordered, arching my back as he traced his fingers over where Luke and I were joined. And then his cock was there, pressing in alongside Luke’s.
The stretch was holy shit.
I threw my head back, a guttural moan tearing out of my throat. Holy shit. I’d never felt anything like it—the relentless burn, the impossible fullness as they pressed forward together, inch by inch, stopping only when I whimpered or arched or panted out a desperate “wait, wait, oh my god.”
My body didn’t know what to do with so much pleasure, so much pressure, every nerve ending lit up and overloaded.
“Breathe, baby,” Eli rasped, sweat beading on his forehead as he rocked his hips, grinding against me, stretching me around both their cocks. “You’re taking us so fucking well.”
Eli’s chest was against my back, his breath hot in my ear. “She wants to be ruined,” he growled, one hand splayed over my stomach, pinning me in place while the other reached down to rub circles over my clit. “Let’s give her what she wants, pet.”
I was pretty sure he had already forgotten that I was supposed to be in control, but I was too far gone to care.
They moved in tandem, fucking into me as one, then in counterpoint—one withdrawing as the other pushed deep.
I could feel every obscene inch, every twitch and pulse and wet, filthy slide.
My body was stretched past anything I’d imagined, stuffed so full I couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began.
Every thrust made me see stars. Every time Eli’s fingers circled my clit, it set off aftershocks that rolled through my whole body, my pussy fluttering and clenching helplessly around them.
I screamed as I let go, my fingers digging into the sheets on either side of Luke’s shoulders as my orgasm hit, blinding, raw, so intense I thought I might actually pass out.
They didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.
Luke’s hand caught my jaw, turning my face so he could watch my eyes as I shattered for them.
“That’s our girl,” Eli groaned, fucking me harder, faster, sweat dripping down his temples. “Take both of us. We fucking love you, Mioko, you’re perfect.”
The words sent me flying again. I came a second time, clenching down around them, and Eli snarled, thrusting deep and grinding against my ass like he’d die without it.
“I love you, too,” I sobbed, absolutely gone, just a bundle of sensation and want and belonging. “Don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop.”
They took me apart. Used my body as an anchor point between them, their cocks grinding against each other through my pussy, their words filthy and obscene.
It felt so fucking good I thought the mattress might catch fire.
I lost track of how many times I came. I was shaking, my thighs slick and trembling, voice gone hoarse from begging.
At the end, they both lost it at the same time.
Eli’s hand locked around my throat, holding me still as he buried himself inside, cock pulsing, filling me with heat.
Luke followed a heartbeat later, crying out my name as he emptied himself, his hands shaking where they clutched my hips and ground in deep.
I’d never felt so full, so completely fucking claimed, so at home in my own skin. There was a moment—a long, silent, perfect beat when my body went molten at the center, every muscle trembling, every nerve stripped bare and sparking. I didn’t recognize the sound that tore out of my throat.
Their releases spilled hot and messy inside me, and the sensation pushed me right over the edge.
I came hard. My inner walls fluttered and spasmed around them, milking both cocks at once.
My vision went white. Eli’s big body shook behind me, and Luke went tense, clutching my hips like he was trying to keep from floating away.
My body was stretched, wrecked, trembling.
I was soaked everywhere, sweat and cum and tears all mixing together as I panted for breath.
The air tasted salty, electric. My thighs wouldn’t stop shaking.
Eli’s arm wrapped around my ribs from behind, holding me anchored against his chest. Luke bent over me, pressing his forehead to mine, his hair sticking to his cheek with sweat.
“My girl,” Luke rasped, voice gone ragged with emotion. “Jesus, Mioko, you’re perfect. You take us so good.”
Eli’s lips pressed against my temple, rough and tender all at once. “Blacked out for a second,” he admitted, and the pride in his voice made me want to do it again. “Never felt anything like that.”
They slowed, then stilled, both filling me so completely I could barely breathe. I could feel the echo of every thrust in my bones, the afterglow rolling through me in sweet, lazy waves.
We toppled sideways, still tangled, still connected. Luke kissed my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, then drew back to stare at me like I was the most precious fucking thing in the world.
“Love you,” he whispered, and his eyes were glassy, vulnerable, so open it nearly undid me.
Heat burned behind my eyes. “Love you both,” I croaked, barely able to get the words out. Eli squeezed me tighter, and for a long moment, none of us said a thing. We just breathed and existed, wrapped around each other like some kind of Christmas present disaster.
Eventually, I found my voice. “I don’t know what comes next,” I admitted, rolling my head to look at them both. “I don’t know how to do forever. But I want this. I want you, and I want to try. And… I’ll spend Christmas morning with you. If you’ll have me.”
Luke grinned so wide it was almost stupid. “That’s good, because I got presents!”
A laugh escaped me. “Wait, I thought the shop and the apartment remodel was the present?”
He shook his head, equal parts wolfish and bashful. “Nope. That was bait, luring you in with our amazing life. The best part’s still coming. Also, as a note, the bathroom remodel couldn’t happen until after the holidays, so the shower big enough for the three of us is also still coming.”
I buried my face against his shoulder and laughed. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to stick around at least long enough to see that, won’t I?”
“At least,” Eli said, snuggling close.
“And I might as well sleep in this luscious bed and use the lovely workshop you fixed up for me while I wait, don’t you think?”
Luke beamed at me, eyes sparkling. “Really?”
“Really,” I whispered.