39. Chapter 39 #2
Theo moves to kneel in front of me, his cock level with my face. He doesn't push, doesn't demand—just waits, his hand gently stroking my cheek.
"May I?" he asks, his voice soft with reverence.
I nod, opening my mouth in invitation. He guides himself between my lips, groaning as I take him in. Behind me, I feel Jace's hands on my hips, positioning me. His cock slides between my folds, teasing but not entering, spreading the wetness there.
"So wet for us," he says, his voice tight with restraint. "Always so ready."
I moan around Theo's length, the vibration making him curse softly. His hand tangles in my hair being mindful of my stitches, not controlling but connecting, grounding me as Jace continues to tease me from behind.
"I need to be inside you," Jace says, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Need to feel you around me."
He pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by exquisite inch until he's fully seated. The stretch is delicious, making me moan again around Theo, who responds with a gentle thrust of his own.
They establish a rhythm, Jace's thrusts pushing me forward onto Theo, then pulling me back as he withdraws. I'm suspended between them, filled from both ends, surrounded by their heat and scent and sounds of pleasure.
"Look at her taking both of us," Theo says, his voice filled with wonder. "Like she was made for this. Made for us."
Jace's hands tighten on my hips as his pace increases. "Perfect," he agrees, his voice strained. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
The praise washes over me, adding to the pleasure building once more in my core. I hollow my cheeks around Theo, drawing a deep groan from him.
"Fuck, Wren," he gasps, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Your mouth... it's incredible."
Jace's thrusts grow more forceful, each one hitting that spot inside me. I'm close again, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
Then Jace's hand slides between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is all it takes to send me crashing over the edge again. I cry out around Theo, my body clenching around Jace's cock.
"That's it," Jace encourages, his fingers continuing their relentless circles. "Give us another one. I know you can."
Before I've fully recovered from the second orgasm, I feel Jace withdraw. I whimper at the loss, but he soothes me with a gentle stroke down my spine.
"We're not done yet," he promises, his voice dark with intent. "We want to give you everything tonight."
I hear the snap of a cap, then feel something cool and slick against my other entrance. Jace's finger circles the tight ring of muscle, not pushing in yet, just applying gentle pressure.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice serious despite the desire evident in his tone. "We don't have to if you don't want to."
I pull off Theo long enough to whisper, "Yes. Please."
The desire in my voice seems to break something in both of them. Theo groans, his hand tightening slightly in my hair, while Jace lets out a shaky breath.
"Relax for me," Jace murmurs, his finger pressing more firmly now. "That's it."
The initial intrusion burns slightly, but he's patient, working me open slowly with one finger, then two, adding more lube as needed. By the time he has three fingers inside me, I'm pushing back against his hand, seeking more.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
"Yes," I gasp, the word clearer now, stronger.
Theo withdraws from my mouth, moving to lie on his back beneath me. His cock stands rigid against his stomach, glistening with my saliva. "Ride me, sweetheart," he says, his hands reaching for my hips. "Let me fill you while Jace takes your ass."
The crude words send another wave of heat through me. I straddle Theo, sinking down onto his length with a gasp, feeling him stretch me deliciously. His hands grip my waist, guiding my movements as I adjust to him.
"I love watching you take my cock," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as he watches where we are joined.
Behind me, Jace applies more lube to his cock, then positions himself at my other entrance. I feel the blunt pressure of him there, my body tensing instinctively.
"Relax," he soothes, his hand stroking down my spine. "I've got you. I won't hurt you."
I focus on my breathing, on the pleasure of Theo filling me, and gradually relax into the sensation. Jace pushes forward slowly, the stretch burning but not painful. I gasp as the head of his cock breaches me, my body adjusting to the intrusion.
"Good girl," Jace praises, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. "You're doing so well. Just a little more."
He continues his careful entry, pausing whenever I tense, allowing me time to adjust. Theo remains still beneath me, his hands caressing my breasts, my sides, my face—anything to distract me from the initial discomfort.
"That's it," Jace murmurs when he's finally seated fully inside me. "You've taken all of me. So perfect. So good for us. Such a good fucking girl."
The feeling of being so completely filled, of having both of them inside me at once, is overwhelming. I can't move, can barely breathe, as my body adjusts to the new sensation.
"How does it feel?" Theo asks, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"Full," I manage to whisper, the word inadequate for the intensity of what I'm experiencing. "So full."
Jace's hands find my hips, holding me steady. "We're going to move now," he says, his voice gentle but commanding. "Just a little at first. Tell us if it's too much."
They begin a careful rhythm—Jace withdrawing slightly before pushing back in, Theo rocking up into me with shallow thrusts. It feels incredible, the slight friction between them through the thin wall separating them adding another layer to the pleasure building inside me.
"Look at you," Theo marvels, his eyes fixed on my face. "Taking both of us like you were made for it. Like your body was designed to be filled by us."
His words send a shiver through me. There's something undeniably right about this—about being sandwiched between them, surrounded by their heat and scent, filled by both of them at once. As if my body truly was made for this exact purpose.
Gradually, they increase their pace, finding a rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. Jace's fingers dig into my hips, guiding my movements, while Theo's hands continue to roam my body, touching me everywhere he can reach.
"Perfect," Jace groans from behind me, his voice tight with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect around me."
The initial discomfort has faded completely now, replaced by a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Each thrust sends waves of sensation through me, building toward something I can sense will be earth-shattering.
"Touch her," Jace commands Theo. "Make her come while we're both inside her."
Theo's hand immediately slides between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation makes me cry out, my body clenching around both of them.
"That's it," Theo encourages, his fingers working magic against my sensitive flesh. "Let go for us. Let us feel you fall apart."
Their thrusts become more synchronized, more powerful, driving me rapidly toward the edge. I'm surrounded by them, filled by them, completely at their mercy—and I've never felt so powerful.
"Mine," Jace growls in my ear, his pace increasing. "Ours. Say it. Say you’re ours just as much as we are yours."
"Yours," I gasp, the word falling from my lips without hesitation. "Both of yours."
Something about the admission, about surrendering completely to them, to this moment, breaks the last of my restraint.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, more powerful than anything I've ever experienced.
I scream—a real, full-throated sound that tears from me—as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending.
My body convulses around them, clenching rhythmically, drawing them deeper. I hear Jace curse behind me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. Beneath me, Theo watches my face with wonder, his expression strained as he fights to hold back.
"So beautiful," he whispers, his hands holding me steady as I shake above him. "So fucking beautiful when you come for us."
Jace follows me over the edge with a groan, his body pressed flush against my back as he empties himself inside me. The sensation of his release triggers another wave of pleasure, smaller but no less intense, making me whimper.
Theo is the last to fall, his hips jerking up into me as he comes with my name on his lips. I collapse onto his chest, sandwiched between their bodies, utterly spent and completely satisfied.
For long moments, none of us move. We lie together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing, connected in the most intimate way possible. Jace presses gentle kisses to my shoulder, my neck, while Theo's hands stroke lazily up and down my sides.
Eventually, Jace carefully withdraws, making me wince slightly at the sudden emptiness. He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. With tender care, he cleans between my legs, his touch gentle on my oversensitive flesh.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort or regret.
I nod, too exhausted for words or even signs. Theo shifts beneath me, easing out of my body before gathering me against his chest.
"That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're incredible."
Jace rejoins us, sliding into bed on my other side so I'm cradled between them. His arm drapes over my waist.
"Thank you," Jace says softly, his lips brushing my temple. "For trusting us with your body. With your heart."
I turn my face into his chest, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through me. There's something profoundly healing about this moment—about being held by both of them, cherished and protected after being so completely vulnerable.
"I love you," I whisper, the words coming easier now, stronger. "Both of you."
"We love you too," Theo says, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you can possibly know."
Jace's arm tightens around me. "Always," he agrees. "No matter what happens, that will never change."
As I drift toward sleep, cocooned in their warmth and affection, I realize something important.
In surrendering to them, in allowing them to take control, I haven't lost my power—I've found a different kind.
There's strength in vulnerability, in trust, in allowing myself to be completely seen and known by the people I love.
For so long, I've equated control with safety, with survival. But here, in this moment, I understand that sometimes the greatest power comes from letting go. From trusting that someone will catch you when you fall.
And I know, with absolute certainty, that Jace and Theo will always be there to catch me. To hold me. To love me, exactly as I am—broken voice, damaged past, and all.
Tonight, I gave them control. Tomorrow, I might take it back. The beauty is in knowing I have the choice—and that no matter what I choose, their love for me remains constant, unshakable.
As sleep claims me, I feel more whole, more myself, than I ever have. Not because they completed me, but because they helped me find the pieces of myself I thought were lost forever.
And that, more than anything, is worth surrendering for.