23. Calliope #3
His hands close around my hips, angling me where he wants me. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance.
I try to take him.
“Patience.”
The word comes out strained. Rough enough to make me ache harder.
Then he slides inside.
Slowly.
So slowly I feel every inch of him, every careful stretch, before he withdraws at the same maddening pace.
Vex guides himself back between my lips, matching Soren’s rhythm.
Neither of them is rushing now. They want me to feel it. Feel them.
And I do.
Their hands. Their breath. The weight of Vex in front of me and Soren filling me from behind.
The absolute insanity of this.
Except it doesn’t feel wrong.
It feels like them.
Like me.
Like something I didn’t know I had been waiting for until it was already happening.
Tears sting my eyes.
I let them fall with the ones Vex has already pulled from me.
Soren drags himself out again, and I whimper around Vex’s cock. Every slow inch leaves my body begging him not to go.
“Look at me,” Vex says.
I lift my eyes.
The intensity in his face should frighten me. Instead, heat tightens low in my stomach.
His thumb brushes beneath my eye, catching one of the tears.
Then Soren drives back inside.
Deeper this time.
He hits something that blanks my mind completely, and my moan vibrates around Vex.
Vex’s hips jerk.
“Fuck,” Soren groans. His grip bites into my hips. “You feel incredible.”
They find a rhythm that strips away everything else.
Soren fills me while Vex moves against my tongue, each of them adjusting to the other without speaking. I can’t think beyond the next thrust. The next breath. The next sound one of them pulls from me.
Vex draws back again.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, voice ragged. “Taking both of us.”
Soren’s pace begins to slip. His thrusts come faster, harder, and I feel the tension building through his entire body.
The room fills with breath and skin and broken sounds none of us would make anywhere else.
“Can you come again?” Soren asks. The question sounds almost desperate. “I want to feel you come around me while you take him.”
I nod because words are no longer an option.
Vex slides into my mouth again. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper while Soren presses fully inside me.
There’s no room left for thought.
Only them.
Soren’s rhythm turns uneven. His fingers dig into my hips as he chases whatever restraint he has left.
“You’re so right for us,” he groans.
I moan around Vex, and his hips push forward in answer.
My body grips Soren, trying to pull him deeper while my mouth works over Vex.
This orgasm doesn’t catch me by surprise.
It builds.
Slow and relentless, tightening through my stomach until every muscle in me is braced for it.
Vex pulls free and fists his hand in my hair.
“Look at me,” he orders. “I want to see you when it happens.”
I drag my eyes up to his.
Soren reaches around me. His fingers find my clit and circle with exactly enough pressure to break what little control I have left.
The sound that tears out of me could wake the fucking dead.
“You are a screamer,” Vex groans.
“Do it,” Soren urges, thrusting harder. “Scream for us, Callie.”
My body gives in.
I clamp around Soren as the orgasm tears through me, hard enough to leave me shaking between them. I scream, unable to stop it, my whole body pulling tight around the pleasure.
Soren follows seconds later.
His hips stutter against me, his hands locking around my waist as he comes with a groan dragged from somewhere deep in his chest. His cock pulses deep inside me, every twitch pressing against my G-spot.
He stays buried inside me, shuddering, his fingers leaving marks where they grip my skin.
Vex watches us, one hand working over himself as his eyes stay locked on mine.
The tension in his jaw finally breaks. His body goes rigid, and seeing him lose control pulls one last shudder through me.
Eventually, everything quiets.
I fold forward until my cheek meets the cool carpet, breathing against the fibers because lifting my head feels unreasonable.
My arms don’t work.
My legs definitely don’t work.
Soren eases out of me and presses a kiss to the small of my back before moving away.
The space he leaves feels too cold.
“Fuck,” Vex breathes as he drops onto the couch behind me. “You’re incredible.”
I laugh weakly into the carpet.
“Can’t move,” I mumble. “You killed me.”
Soren’s hands slide beneath me.
He lifts me without warning, and I make a small noise of protest that neither of them respects. He carries me to the couch and settles me between them.
I’m naked, sweaty, and probably look like I’ve survived something.
Neither of them appears bothered.
Soren pulls a blanket over us, though his movements are less graceful than usual. A little jerky. A little wrecked.
Good.
The movie is ending on the television.
“I have the second one lined up,” Vex says through a yawn, tugging me closer.
Soren drags the ottoman against the couch, turning the whole thing into a makeshift bed.
Then we arrange ourselves around one another.
On purpose this time.
I don’t want to ruin it by thinking too hard about what this means.
But I could get used to this.