Epilogue #2
“You still followed Oren’s instructions, huh?” Ronan growled, squeezing my ass cheek. I yelped and bit my lip to avoid embarrassing myself any further by making more noise, though I knew that was probably a futile endeavor. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?”
“The best,” Oren added, kissing me on my head.
I was already so delirious that I hadn’t noticed their clothes disappearing, now scattered all over my bedroom floor.
It didn’t matter, they belonged there. Ronan’s tongue snaked out to my asshole and I practically howled.
But that wasn’t all. No, they’d really been methodical about how they were going to tear me apart.
He started lowering my hips down and it was only when they settled over Lucas’s face that I realized what they were doing.
Ronan continued to rim me while I was slotted into a sixty-nine position with Lucas, his face buried between my legs and his hard erection right in front of my face. The first time they did this to me made me feel like I was going to crawl out of my skin. It was no different now.
I was so grateful for the loud music still blaring outside because the sounds they were dragging out of me would’ve fooled absolutely no one.
I took Lucas’s dick in my hand and lowered my mouth over it.
I felt rather than heard his growl of approval and for what felt like both a slip of eternity and merely a few seconds, the three of us were working a syncopated rhythm of pleasure.
Every time Ronan would shove my hips down, I’d end up grinding on Lucas’s face, and in turn he’d thrust up into my mouth. We were just a flow of bodies and arousal and a desire to feel. And when their fingers replaced their mouths, it quickly became too much.
“You remember back in the library, don’t you, sweetheart?” asked Ronan. I warbled out some weak response. “I remember it very clearly. You said that you wanted to take both me and Oren at the same time, no?”
I hissed as he started separating his fingers inside my ass, using the same scissor-like technique that Oren did when he prepped me last time. “And you remember what it was that I told you? You needed to work your way there. Earn it.”
I cried out, my hips seesawing between Ronan and Lucas’s mouths but they both held me there until I rode out my second orgasm. I was breathless now, my body slack and exhausted, and yet…
“Still up for more?” Oren asked with his hand gently resting at my throat. My pulse beat against his fingers but I nodded anyway. “Oh, June. Baby, you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow when we’re through with you.”
“Yeah?” I found my voice again, and I was using it to taunt them. Reckless, stupid, masochistic maybe. But I needed this. “Is that a promise? You think you can really do that?”
“That’s a bona fide guarantee,” Lucas said, coming up to press his mouth to mine. He moaned into the kiss, his tongue seeking out mine instantly.
“You guys have had your fun,” Oren said, lightly shoving Lucas to the side. “It’s my turn to play with her. See how much she can handle.”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” I said, stepping up to the challenge despite the aches and chills of my body.
I felt fingers at my rear end again and turned to see Ronan applying a generous amount of lube to my backdoor.
His fingers worked with striking precision, making sure to try and relax my hole as much as possible while he prepped me.
“You talk a big game for someone who’s about to lose the ability to remember her own name,” Oren said, mouthing my chest.
“We’ll see if you can actually deliver on that,” I groaned, pushing back against Ronan’s fingers.
My mouth popped in pleasure and Oren looked awe-struck, caressing my face and experimentally placing his thumb on my bottom lip.
I closed my mouth around the digit and sucked, moaning out the intense stimulation of Ronan’s deft fingers.
“So fucking filthy,” Oren muttered, looking every bit as though he wanted more of that too. “Just for us, huh?”
“Just for you,” I repeated.
“That’s my baby girl,” Oren said, kissing my temple. “Breathe for me, okay?”
I forced myself to exhale as Ronan pushed his cock inside my asshole. Oren rubbed my back soothingly, lavishing encouragement and praise on me as the older man worked himself deeper inside, inch by delicious inch.
Like with Oren, there wasn’t any real pain, just the initial discomfort and the strange feeling of fullness.
But soon, just as I adjusted, the weirdness blossomed into bliss.
I felt another hand on my hips, tightening their grip there.
“Attagirl. Think you can still take Oren too? Do you still want his cock inside of your aching pussy?”
I could feel the sweat dripping down my face.
I was fast approaching my limit, a third climax that I was certain was going to wipe me out for the foreseeable future.
The intensity of all the sensations reverberating throughout my body was almost more than I could stand.
But I’d taken up their challenge. And mama didn’t raise a bitch.
“Yeah,” I said, fixing my eyes on Oren’s. Whatever lurked in my expression darkened his. “Give it to me, Oren. Fill me up all the way.”
He let out a low, almost wounded sound before positioning himself underneath me.
Ronan pulled out of me but kept his hands on my body, as though he was afraid I’d disappear into the ether or something.
I crawled on top of Oren, straddling him.
He touched my face reverently and I turned my head to kiss his palm.
Then I grabbed his cock and slowly let myself slide down.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the feel of him stretching me out. I craved his warmth and thickness, and wanted nothing more than to ride him like this.
“You feel so perfect,” I gasped, rubbing my hands on his chest.
He moaned something unintelligible, his hips practically shaking with restraint. I could feel Ronan’s cock at the other entrance again, waiting until I was ready.
“Do it,” I demanded. “Fuck me, Ronan.”
He growled, slowly, ever so slowly, inching himself inside me again.
It took some maneuvering and readjustments on both ends but oh my god, when we broke even, my head rolled back.
I had never felt anything like this in my life before.
I was being stretched to almost more than I thought I was capable of bearing, but the delicious fullness that accompanied the pain blanked my mind, wiped everything clean but the nerve endings scattered across my body that were currently all set alight.
The choked gasps I let out didn’t sound like me. But then again, being fucked by two guys at the same didn’t seem like something I would do either yet here we are, teetering on the edge of an entirely new world of pleasure.
Ronan and Oren were also rendered speechless, and I could feel them both throbbing and twitching inside of me. There was a brief pause while we all tried to catch our breath and then they started to move and what last remnants of self control and dignity I had were ripped to shreds.
The intensity of them both rubbing up against every internal spot that shot stars into my vision had me gripping onto Oren for any sense of stability.
Caught between the two of them like this, I felt overwhelmed and at the same time fully taken care of, like they’d left no stone unturned in the pursuit of my pleasure.
The pain only amplified that pleasure, wound around it until it became suffocating.
But there was still something missing. I reached my hand for Lucas, wanting to draw him in somehow, make him part of whatever this was we were discovering together. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again, a free hand going down to add direct pleasure to my clit.
There were no rules for what I was experiencing, no boundaries to keep me sane as my mind completely fell apart, taking my body with it. I screamed, every one of their names falling from my mouth like weights.
We untangled ourselves from each other only to collapse in a heap of naked, sweaty limbs and heaving chests, a bubble of ecstasy and wonder still around all four of us.
My eyes were closing, my body so exhausted that I knew I could fall asleep right then and there.
I held a hand in each of mine, and my leg was stretched across someone else’s body.
We weren’t in a hurry to move, not just yet. I knew that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to savor this a bit more. It was freedom in its purest form, without judgement, without limits as far as we were willing to explore.
It was Oren who got up first, still shaky on his legs. “It’s a good thing you have an en suite. I’ll run a shower.”
I laughed in disbelief, wrapping my arms around Lucas and Ronan. “Okay. Who’s on laundry duty?”
As the heavy, sex-soaked atmosphere began to lighten under resuming banter, I reflected on the fact that I’d never felt this sense of belonging before. Here were people who wanted me at my worst, my most raw and my most selfish.
I was just now learning what it truly felt like to breathe.