Chapter 14 #3
Dylan thrusts, deep and unrelenting, every stroke a brand across my nerves. Mason slides in and out of my mouth, hissing when I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper. The rhythm between them is captivating and designed to undo me completely.
I’m lost in the moment. Caught between two bodies, two needs, two kinds of hunger that have nothing to do with food and everything to do with being devoured.
Every moan, every gasp, every shudder is drawn from me with their hands and cocks and the soft sounds they make just for me.
I don’t know how long it lasts. Time doesn’t exist anymore. Just heat. Skin. The dizzy need to fall apart and the terrifying joy of knowing they’ll catch me.
Dylan’s grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging in with intent, claiming me so thoroughly that I know there will be bruises tomorrow. Marks I’ll catch sight of later and feel the arousal all over again.
Mason’s hand is still in my hair, not pulling, just holding me, steady and sure, while I take his huge cock deeper, running my tongue along the underside with each plunge.
“You’re perfect,” Dylan gasps, his voice breaking as his thrusts grow more urgent. “So fucking perfect. Like you were made for us.”
“I swear you were built for us.” Mason’s words strain with need.
The praise sinks deep, curling tight in my chest, in my belly, everywhere. I moan against Mason, and the sound pushes him closer to the edge. His hips falter, his control fraying, and it sends another wave of heat crashing through me.
Dylan’s breath is ragged behind me, each thrust deliberate, like he’s chasing something he refuses to lose. Mason’s hand tightens in my hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me exactly where I am and who I’m between.
“Listen to yourself,” Dylan growls, hips snapping forward. “You hear those sounds? That’s you losing your mind for us.”
Mason strokes the side of my cheek. “You feel how tight you are? How you keep pulling us deeper? You don’t want this to stop, do you?”
I try to answer, but all that comes out is a broken sound as Dylan pounds into me, shaking the whole bed. My toes curl and my back arches.
“Good,” Dylan says roughly. “Let us have you.”
Dylan’s pace turns desperate, his body seeking release, and then his hand slides forward, finding my clit. He circles it, applying just enough pressure to leave me dizzy.
“That’s it,” he urges, his voice rough and urgent. “Come for us again. Let me feel you break.”
The tension snaps.
I come apart completely, my body convulsing as I clamp down around him, a cry tearing out of me as the pleasure rips through every nerve, Mason’s cock still deep in my mouth. Dylan shouts my name, hands gripping my hips, fucking me without pause.
Mason groans deep in his chest, hips bucking forward as he loses control. His release hits hard as he spills into my mouth, and I work my throat, swallowing all of his seed, the taste of him thick and hot on my tongue. His hand stays in my hair, holding on while I take every last drop.
When it’s done, he eases out with care, breathing hard, his abs clenching as he exhales a shaky curse. I’m barely catching my breath as Dylan slows down too.
“Fuck, angel…” Mason brushes a knuckle down my cheek, then reaches for my mouth, his thumb sweeping over the wet corners. I catch it with my lips, sucking slowly, deliberately, tasting the lingering salt of him.
His pupils dilate. His mouth parts like I’ve just wrecked him all over again. “Jesus,” he breathes. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous like this… swollen lips, flushed cheeks.”
I hum around his thumb, smiling up at him as I let it go with a soft pop.
He strokes my cheek once more, thumb lingering against my jaw. “Good girl,” he murmurs. Then adds, voice lower and rougher, “My girl.”
“Now let’s see how many times we can make you scream,” Dylan says.
“Then time to swap,” Mason says, climbing off the bed, his voice like honey laced with hunger.
Dylan groans, still buried deep inside me. “You say that like it’s easy, but she’s gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go.”
I laugh, squeezing his cock until he hisses.
He leans forward, lips brushing my spine as he adds, low and wrecked, “Can’t say I blame her.”
I’m trembling, barely holding myself upright.
Dylan eases out of me slowly, deliberately, and it takes everything in me not to collapse.
I whimper at the loss, blinking back at him as he stands and moves to kneel in front of me on the mattress, his grin wild and satisfied. Mason is climbing on behind me.
I try to catch my breath, to say something smart, but all I manage is a shaky “Holy shit…”
Dylan chuckles, tracing the tips of his fingers along my chin. “Still with us, gorgeous?”
“Barely.” I give him a wobbly smile, the edges of it curling with something feral. “You two are gonna ruin me.”
“That’s the plan,” Mason murmurs behind me, his hands gliding over my ass, then up my back in slow, grounding strokes that send tremors through my entire body.
He takes his time, mapping the line of my spine with his palms, pausing to press into the small of my back, kneading softly like he knows how to pull the tension from my bones.
Then his touch falls back to between my thighs, fingers sliding between my lips, pushing into me without pause.
I groan at his eagerness.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, his voice right at my shoulder now, despite him squeezing three fingers deep into me. Desire curls around my chest and squeezes.
I nod, breathless. “More than okay.”
My thighs tremble, my body pulsing, but somehow I still find a grin. “Unless you plan on teasing me to death.”
Dylan chuckles low and wicked. “Pretty sure that’s half the fun.”
Mason removes his fingers and pushes forward, not all at once, just the tip of his cock at first, hot and thick and steady, pressing in with aching slowness. I whimper, my body opening for him on instinct, desperate to be filled again.
“Goddamn,” he groans, deeper now, sinking in inch by inch. “You feel like velvet. And so tight.”
Dylan lifts my chin with one finger and meets my eyes. His smile is lazy, satisfied, the kind that conveys he knows he already wrecked me and wants to do it again. “You ready to taste yourself on my cock, gorgeous?”
I can barely breathe, but I nod. I want it. Want everything. Even if my body is trembling and oversensitive, I can’t stop craving more.
“Open that pretty mouth,” Dylan whispers, guiding himself to my lips.
As he slips past them, Mason thrusts deep from behind, the stretch hitting me all over again, and I moan around Dylan, unable to hold anything back.
Mason growls, gripping my hips tighter. “Fuck, that’s it, just like that, angel.”
“That gorgeous pussy is greedy,” Dylan says with a grin, his voice thick. “Takes everything we give her.”
I can’t respond. My mouth is full, my body caught between them, completely undone by the way they work me, knowing exactly how to keep me right at the edge without letting me fall.
“You’ll remember this every time you close your eyes,” Mason rasps, his hips slamming into mine, his cock hitting that perfect spot with each roll. “Every time you try to forget us.”
Dylan moans as I suck harder, his hand threading through my hair, guiding me. “She’s too good. Gonna make me come with that mouth alone.”
And I want that. I want all of it. The sounds. The heat. The hunger. The feeling of being completely consumed.
The room is thick with heat and breath and sweat.
Time slips through my fingers like water, lost between kisses and thrusts, between the weight of their bodies and the burn beneath my skin.
I’m shaking, slick and overstimulated, hair stuck to my cheeks, my arms trembling beneath me as I try to keep upright.
Mason moves behind me in strong, rolling thrusts, his grip unrelenting, his rhythm perfect. Dylan is still in front of me, murmuring praise between strained groans, brushing hair from my face, his cock twitching against my lips as I suck him deeper.
It’s overwhelming. Filthy. Gorgeous.
I can’t catch my breath, not fully. I’m gasping, sobbing little sounds into Dylan’s skin as Mason slams into me again and again, the slap of our bodies almost drowned out by the curses falling from their lips.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Mason rasps, his voice wrecked. “So goddamn good. I could stay buried in you all night.”
Dylan swipes his thumb across my lower lip, his chest rising and falling fast. “Fuck, baby, you’re dripping. We’re gonna destroy you.”
I whimper around him, thighs quivering as another wave builds inside me, tightening like a fist around my spine.
My whole body feels flushed, overheated, the room spinning slightly as I chase something I can’t quite grasp.
Sweat beads at the small of my back, between my breasts. Every breath is a gasp.
They keep ruining me with the kind of pleasure that leaves no room for thought. Just heat. Just them.
And then—
I break.
The orgasm slams into me with the force of a storm, raw and blinding, my muscles clenching hard around Mason, my moan spilling around Dylan’s cock as I sob out a cry that doesn’t sound like anything human.
Mason groans, hands gripping my hips so hard I know he’s leaving bruises. “That’s it. Oh fuck—fuck.”
He thrusts in one final time and spills into me with a full-body shudder, and I feel it.
The warmth.
The pressure.
The shift.
It starts small, a subtle pulse, then a slow, deliberate stretch deep inside me. My breath hitches, the aftershocks of my orgasm still rolling as I realize what’s happening.
His knot.
I feel it forming, thickening inside me, locking us together.
Mason gasps behind me, his forehead pressed to the center of my back, his body shaking. “You feel that, angel? Fuck. You’re taking it so well. So tight around me.”
My body tries to adjust, to stretch further as his knot expands, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt, strange and intimate and unbearably full. My thighs tremble and my arms nearly give out, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. I won’t.
Because it’s perfect.
Dylan groans loudly, then stills, spilling onto my tongue, his body twitching as I swallow him down, the salt and taste of him flooding my senses. His fingers cup the back of my head, gentle, reverent, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
For a few breathless seconds, we’re all frozen there. Gasping. Shaking. Intertwined in sweat and slick and need and something dangerously close to affection.
I’m still impaled on Mason, locked in place by the thick knot pulsing inside me with every heartbeat, and he’s still panting against my back like he can’t bear to let me go.
And neither can I.
“Holy shit,” Dylan breathes eventually, voice low and ragged, and pulls out of my mouth. He leans in, pressing a kiss to my temple, fingers brushing my cheek. “You okay, gorgeous?”
I nod weakly, eyes fluttering closed. “I think I saw heaven.”
Behind me, Mason chuckles softly, and the sound vibrates against my skin.
“No, angel,” he murmurs, kissing the back of my neck. “You brought it to us.”
That’s when I realize this isn’t just sex.
It’s surrender.
It’s mine.
And I already know I’m not walking away from it unscathed.