Chapter 28 #2
I think I lose time after that. I’m aware of us stuck like that, and I’m aware of hands on me, smoothing my hair back from my sweaty forehead and stroking over my skin. I can hear voices, low and soothing, but I can’t make out any words.
It’s not until Everett’s knot starts to go down that I come back to myself, breathing hard still, my body trembling from everything.
The stretch eases up, and I shift in place, only to feel fingers probing at my ass again.
This time, they’re even more coated in my slick, and they breach that ring of muscle easier.
Everett fucks two fingers into my ass, and that combined with the feeling of still being full is like an electric pulse through my body.
I don’t even know how I still have the energy to come, but I do, the pleasure wrung out of me as I struggle to remember how to breathe.
It’s good that Everett is still there, holding on to me.
Having his hands on me, his body pressed to mine is grounding, and it keeps me from losing myself even more than I already have.
He reaches around and grabs my chin, turning my head so that I can see Cash and Lincoln, standing beside the bed now.
“Look at them,” he murmurs in my ear. “Look at what seeing you like this is doing to them.”
I don’t have to ask what he means.
They’re both hard again, cocks jutting out, flushed and ready again.
“Do you want them?” Everett asks.
I nod because there’s no point in pretending otherwise.
“Do you want both of them?”
“Yes. Yes, I want them both.”
“Good. There’s a way you can have them both.”
The tension in the room sharpens, Lincoln and Cash just as affected by Everett’s words as I am. I shiver at the thought of it, pussy throbbing again.
“Do you want that?” he asks, checking in for real this time. “Both of them at the same time, filling you up? Stuffing both your holes until you’re so full you’re bursting with it?”
The thought of taking both of them makes my heart race even faster, and I can admit to myself that it’s daunting.
I’ve never done anything like that before, but this whole experience is so far out of my usual comfort zone that it may as well be happening to someone else.
So it’s not like it’ll be the only new thing I do tonight.
And I’m so hungry for it. I can’t deny that. Just thinking about it, replaying Everett’s words in my head makes me wetter, my body making the decision before my brain can throw up any walls.
“Yes,” I breathe, licking my lips as I keep looking right at Cash and Lincoln. “I want it.”
“Fuck,” Lincoln hisses. He grabs his cock and then jerks his hand away, like he’s worried he’s going to come too fast if he touches himself. His eyes are hungry, echoing the way I feel, and I’m suddenly even more sure that I want to do this.
Everett pulls back, giving me room to shift. He pulls out of me, and before my body has time to protest the emptiness, he’s directing me to move.
“Lincoln, lie on the bed,” he says, and Lincoln hurries to obey, spreading out on his back on the bed. Everett lifts me up, so I don’t even have to work for it, settling me on top of Lincoln so I’m straddling him.
“Hi,” he says, looking up at me with so much heat in his gaze.
I flush at the angle he must be seeing me at, but he grins. “You’re so fucking beautiful. God, I can’t get enough of you.” He fondles my tits, groping them in both hands, and the rush I get from that is enough to make me grip his cock and raise up so I can slide down into it.
We both groan at the feeling, and my body welcomes him like an old friend.
I’m so worked up and open from coming so much that it’s not even too much of a stretch to take him now, and I slowly start moving, rocking back and forth at first before picking up speed. I roll my hips, grinding down him, feeling the full length of his cock inside me every time I move.
“Beautiful,” Lincoln says again. “Fucking gorgeous. I could look at you all day like this. You have no idea.” His hands stay on my tits, palming them, rolling my nipples and tugging at them sharply enough that I cry out.
For a while, I’m lost in the way this feels. The way our bodies meet, and the weight of his cock inside me as I ride him. It’s easy to find a rhythm, and Lincoln’s hands eventually drift down to my hips, using the grip to drag me down to meet his hips again and again.
And then I feel Cash moving behind me.
Everett’s voice is a low murmur as he instructs Cash to make sure I’m nice and wet for him, and I jump when Cash’s hand moves between my body and Lincoln’s, gathering the slick that’s dripping from my pussy with every movement on his fingers.
I moan when his fingers brush my clit, jerking against him and driving Lincoln’s cock even deeper into me.
But Cash doesn’t linger for long. His fingers probe at my ass, and I try to breathe into it and relax as he presses two and then three fingers into me, opening me up.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “Oh that feels—”
He thrusts them deeper, fucking me with those fingers until I’m making even more of a mess down Lincoln’s cock, my slick pooling between us.
“Just wait,” Cash says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s going to feel even better in a minute.”
His fingers pull out, and I have a second to mourn the loss before I feel the head of his cock where his fingers just were. It’s a lot thicker than his fingers, and my mouth drops open when the head breaches me, stretching me open to make way for the rest of him.
I can’t do anything but breathe through it as Cash presses me forward a little, and I brace my hands on Lincoln’s chest, digging my nails in as I try to take Cash inside my ass.
He’s big, big enough that I feel him everywhere as he works his way in, and I can tell from the way he’s grunting and cursing breathlessly, that this is an intense experience for him too.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, songbird,” he groans. “I can feel every fucking inch of you gripping my cock.”
Everett comes around so he’s in my sightline, and he reaches out and brushes back my hair. “Breathe,” he instructs. “You can take it. You were made for this.”
“It’s so much,” I sob out. “It’s so—”
“I know. But you can take it. Let him in.”
I nod, trying to do as he says, breathing and trying to relax as best I can. Cash manages to bottom out a few seconds later, and then I’m the fullest I have ever been in my life.
I can feel them everywhere. No matter how I shift, if I rock backward or forward, I’m stuffed. Impaled on their cocks with nowhere to go. Cash is a line of heat and hardness at my back, and Lincoln is under me, hips jerking as he keeps pumping into me.
“I’m gonna move now,” Cash says, his voice strained. He slides out slowly and then presses back in, and my eyes nearly roll back into my head.
There’s only a thin bit of my body between their two cocks, and the friction is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I don’t even have to move. The two of them rock into me, and every nerve in my body is on fire at the same time.
It’s on the edge of being too much, the two of them fucking me like that.
Intense and overwhelming, knocking me out of my head.
When I start coming, it almost takes me by surprise.
I feel just a bit of buildup, everything mingled together in one wave of sensation that is so much I can’t tell what’s what, and then the next thing I know, I’m clenching around both of them, crying out as I come.
My body is wracked with tremors, and I keep my hands pressed to Lincoln’s chest like I’m worried I’m going to fall apart even worse if I move.
I try to breathe through it, but they keep fucking me in tandem. They don’t even have to thrust that hard. Lincoln rolls his hips and Cash bucks up into me, and just that has my body firing off pleasure and over stimulation so fast that it tips me over into another orgasm a few seconds later.
I’ve never come so much before in my life. I’ve never been overloaded like this before. I scream out, shaking through it, and the aftershocks are so intense that they feel like I’m still coming.
It’s like I can’t stop. My body is a live wire, pleasure coursing through it in a feedback loop that has no end. I can’t breathe properly, sucking down air as fast as I can, but my head feels so fuzzy.
When my pussy throbs again, another orgasm rolling through me, my eyes roll back in my head and my vision goes blurry. For a while, it’s like I’m not there, taken out of myself by the sheer amount of intensity I’m feeling.
Cash and Lincoln keep me upright, their hands on me, their cocks driving into me still, and my head lists to one side, while I struggle to come back down from a high I’ve never experienced before.
“Wildflower,” Lincoln says. “Look at me.”
His voice is low and strained, wrecked around the edges the way I feel. He says my name again, and I blink, trying to come down enough that I can focus on him.
“Look at me,” he says again. “Watch me fill you up.”
I swallow hard and focus on his face, watching it swim into view. He’s so fucking handsome, face tensed as he bucks up hard, slamming his cock into me with one last push.
And then he’s coming, groaning my name on a breathless sound. Just the sight of it, the feeling of his knot swelling and him pumping me full of his cum is enough to set me off again, and I sob with pleasure as I come around him, soaking his cock and trembling.
“Fuck,” Cash swears behind me. His hands tighten on my hips and he pulls me back a bit so he can fuck deeper into my ass. “I’m so close. I’m gonna fill you up too, songbird. Gonna fill you up so deep.”
I moan at that, and I feel it when he comes as well.
His knot swells, and my eyes fly open at the sensation. If I was full before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. My pussy is stretched around Lincoln’s knot, and my ass is locked with Cash’s, and either way I move, I’m trapped between them.
Their hands are on me, stroking down my back and over my arms, and I struggle to try to breathe normally, going lightheaded. I still feel so on edge, even though I’m also wrung out. But I can’t relax with them stuffing me like this, and I writhe in place, whimpering softly.
“Hey,” Everett says softly. He’s back, hands cool as he touches my face, making me look at him. “Breathe.”
I do, sucking down a trembling breath.
“Good,” he says. “Again.”
I breathe in, and it’s easier this time. I hold it a little, trying to settle myself before I let it out.
“Good girl. How do you feel?”
“Full,” I manage to say. My voice is cracked and hoarse from all the screaming and sobbing I’ve been doing tonight.
“And other than that? Are you sore?”
I think about it and then shake my head. It’s probably just my heat masking the physical consequences to being fucked like this, and I know once it passes, I’m going to be sore and worn out. But for now I feel okay.
Everett disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a cool, damp cloth. He presses it to my face, wiping away the sheen of sweat and tears. It feels so good, so I lean into the touch, letting him clean me up.
Cash and Lincoln keep touching me, Cash pressing a kiss to my shoulder and Lincoln drawing me down to kiss me on the mouth.
“Do you need anything?” he asks.
I laugh a little. “What, are you going to go get it, if I do?”
He snorts. “No, that’s what Everett is for right now.”
“Watch it,” Everett growls, but it’s playful, teasing.
“I am hungry,” I tell them, and my stomach growls as if to illustrate the thought.
They all laugh at that, and it feels good, to be surrounded by this light happiness right now. It feels like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“We’ve got you,” Cash says. “As soon as we can move, you can eat whatever you want.”
And that sounds really good.