Chapter 24 #2
“Fucking hell, Laurel.”
“I want your cocks in my hole,” I said. No banter, no filter. Just that.
Monty let out a growl as he shot off the sofa and reached for me.
He threw me over his shoulder, and his fingers went between my ass cheeks and slid into my hole as he carried me up the stairs.
It felt almost as if he held me by my hole, and oh God, that was sick!
I hung on for dear life, moaning against his back.
He threw me onto the bed, pulling on my limbs to arrange my body as he wanted me, and the next second, Jordy was there, spooning me.
Jordy’s pierced cock drove into me and pushed at the gate to my womb. Like a press of a button. I arched and came.
“Fuuuck!”
The climax was short and sharp, like a stab of pleasure up my torso.
I could distinctly feel the small jewel in Jordy’s cockhead pressing against my flesh. Monty held me to his immense chest, and I rubbed my face against his pecs while Jordy fucked me.
“Your hole is so soft, sweetheart. So open. You want us both?”
“Please. Need it.”
It might not work, but I was too far gone to care. I just wanted more.
They must have exchanged looks or said something—I hadn’t noticed—but Monty was now propped against the headboard. Jordy pulled out of me, unceremoniously grabbed me by my hips, and sat me on Monty’s cock as if I were a doll.
Holding my legs spread into a V, Monty bucked up into me in a lazy rhythm, while Jordy knelt before us. He stroked his fingers along my rim.
“We’ll try, okay. You say stop, and we stop immediately.”
I nodded eagerly. We weren’t stopping, no way.
My hole tingled, no tension and barely any stretch despite having Monty’s immense shaft in me to the root. My belly seemed bigger—it must have been, accommodating all that extra mass. I liked it. My bears fucked me so good I already looked pregnant.
Fuck. Pregnant! Raw want made me whine and buck in Monty’s hold.
My hole was just a mass of loose flesh, eager for friction. Only in the small nook beneath my belly button, where my womb nestled, I still felt a hint of emptiness. And as I writhed on Monty’s dick, the hollow feeling grew.
But they would fill the empty space in me. They would fill me so good, I’d never feel empty again.
Jordy slipped one finger inside and rotated it, then rubbed it against the front wall of my hole. I would have twitched and jerked, but Monty held me in place.
Second finger. Jordy pulled a little, and my rim stretched. The sensation was so satisfying.
“Fuck, Laurel, you’re loose.”
The pressure increased, and Monty groaned into my ear. Fucking hell. Jordy’s fingers moved along the front wall of my hole while Monty’s cockhead pressed against the mouth to my womb. It felt like a really bulky, really hard knot.
Then Jordy did something that added incredible pressure on my gland. I shivered.
“Four fucking fingers.” Jordy looked angry, staring at where his hand worked its way into my body. I gazed at him like he was the most beautiful sight of my life. He probably was, right next to seeing Monty cuddling him on my sofa.
“I’m stroking Monty’s dick inside your hole, Laurel. How does that feel, huh?”
My lower body tingled all over, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Give me everything,” I slurred.
It would have been impossible outside the heat, I was sure of it. But it seemed my hormone-laden body could take anything.
When Jordy made a space for himself with his fingers and lined up, pressing on my rim, I pushed to meet him. I bore down, instincts screaming at me to fucking take it, to open up. A wave of sudden warmth spread through my pelvis and down my legs.
Monty made a strangled noise, and his blunt nails dug into the undersides of my thighs.
“Don’t you dare knot him now, Montgomery!” Jordy growled.
The pressure and fullness were insane.
This must be what giving birth felt like.
The contours of Jordy’s face became a little blurry, but his eyes remained sharp. He looked wild and dangerous, and I loved him like that.
Watching my face, he inched forward, and I gasped.
It was happening. I had both of them in me at the same time. It was insane, anatomically impossible, but it was happening.
Jordy leaned down to give me the softest kiss, such a crass contrast to what they were doing to my hole, and then he began thrusting. Slowly. Inching. Deeper.
I screamed.
The world went black around me, and all my senses collapsed into the vast cavernous space where my alphas were nestled in me. I had no control over my body, none. I was just a hole and a cloud of happy chemicals.
So fucking happy.
I knew I was smiling even as I made guttural, animalistic noises.
Their cocks rubbed and pumped, burrowing deeper, hollowing me out and filling me back up, and the pleasure grew and grew until it felt dangerous.
“I love you. I love you.”
The words just spilled out of my open mouth, garbled and weird, not really my voice… It didn’t matter.
I had both my men, my mates, where they belonged, and I was brimming with love.
“I love you.”
I couldn’t see, but I felt them everywhere. Kissing my face, my neck and shoulders, beards tickling and coarse palms stroking my skin.
“Can’t…” It was Monty’s choked voice. He was close.
“Do it!” Jordy snapped.
For a second, it felt like I’d burst. They would tear me up. But as Monty’s knot grew, it forced Jordy’s cock out, and the sudden slide-out with the change of pressure sent me into an orgasm so violent that I began convulsing.
“Fuck him!” Jordy ordered. “Fuck him hard!”
Monty rolled us to the side and thrust into me with the knot, and the spasms turned into waves of complete euphoria.
I was ready, didn’t they feel it? They’d opened my body, carved out this huge space for themselves, and I was ready.
My hands went to my chest, my fingers tugging on my nipples.
It would make the milk flow, right? Because I was about to get pregnant, and grow a belly, and give birth, and…
Oh, I’d be so full. So gloriously full. I needed that.
My core felt strangely light, and I really needed something to weigh it down.
To anchor me. Oh God, I was properly milking my tits now, kneading them and squeezing toward my nipples, and it hurt a little, but it felt so fucking good.
I pinched my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers while squeezing hard, and the jolt of pain made me cry out.
“Breed me!”
Their voices seemed to be coming from afar.
“Fuck, his womb is open.”
“Go deep. He’s okay.”
“He doesn’t sound okay. Fuck. Fuck!”
“He’s coming, Monty. He’s coming so hard for you. It’s good. Keep going.”
“Laurel, sweetheart.” Jordy’s face was right in front of mine. It seemed to glow in rainbow colors. “There you are.”
“Breed me, please,” I whimpered. “Breed me…”
Jordy kissed me.
And at that moment, Monty’s cockhead slid into the channel to my womb.
This was joy.
One day, I would make a whole album about this feeling alone. Wasn’t life marvelous? How come that even the dirty, painful, awkward things could turn into such immense joy?
Somehow, I managed to put a hand on my protruding stomach, and it was as if I felt my life’s purpose in the palm of my hand. It had nothing to do with babies.
I was a vessel for joy. These men, my unlikely lovers, would become my whole world—I knew that on every level of my being. They would fill me to the brim with their love and joy.
As Monty poured his cum into my core and Jordy swallowed my cries, I soared into the stratosphere.
Their words were barely audible over the thrumming pulse in my ears.
“Monty, can you pull out?”
“I can try.”
“I need inside him. I really fucking need it.”
“Laurel, push, baby. You just had both of us in you. You can do it. Push my knot out.”
I was still coming, dammit. What did they…?
But Jordy was kissing me with such desperation, and Monty thrust harder, trying to pull out on the retreat.
I had no idea where I took the strength from, but I bore down.
“Fuuuck!” Monty sounded as if someone had punched him.
My ass felt like an empty crater, cool air drifting inside me.
“Please.”
A blur of movement, the bed groaning, a large hand pulling on my leg, an arm sliding under my side.
Where were they? Everywhere all over me, yet not inside me. I needed them inside me.
“Please!”
But Jordy was already there. I could tell it was him just by the way his fingers moved over my skin. He spooned me, holding my leg up, and his long, pierced shaft slid into the gate to my womb in one smooth thrust.
“I’m so in love with you, Laurel,” he murmured.
He didn’t hold back, snapping his hips, and already bred, wide open after the knotting, I took it with gratitude.
Something wet and warm nudged my lips, and I opened my mouth. Monty’s cock, covered with slick and cum. Oh yes. I reached for it with both hands and kneaded the knot.
I drank in the taste of Monty’s cum, ravenous for it. Knowing where else it lingered only made me want more. I wanted it in my mouth and in my stomach, I wanted it on my pecs, my cock, all over my skin.
The noises I was making were obscene as I sucked and slurped everything he gave me.
When Jordy’s knot grew inside me, and a second load of cum filled my eager womb, I nearly passed out.
Pink fireworks danced behind my eyelids, and my body felt like I’d been submerged in a bubbling hot tub.
The most glorious feeling of satisfaction settled in my core.
The urgency abated, and Monty moved down my body, pressing his swollen cock against my thigh and hugging us both. Jordy peppered kisses to my nape and the side of my throat.
“One day, you’ll get me pregnant exactly like this. Both of you at the same time.” I was surprised I could speak. I sounded hoarse, but they understood.
Jordy rocked his hips, nestling himself a little deeper and sending a wave of soothing pleasure through my center. Monty groaned and tightened his hold on us.