51. Neomi
I can’t breathe.
Lars is already so deep inside me, but then Gabriel reaches around us toward his nightstand.
He opens the drawer and pulls out a slender vibrator and a bottle of lube.
Returning to his position behind us, I hear the snick of the cap of the lube opening.
I rock my body on Lars’ cock, anticipating what’s to come.
Gabriel leans forward and whispers against my ear, “Need to get you ready to take both of us, Siren. Going to stretch you a little, okay?”
I nod and then I feel the cool tip of the vibrator against my entrance.
Lars’ hips go still below me as Gabriel slides it inside.
At first, I feel the stretch, and it steals my breath.
Gabriel grips my hip with his other hand and moves me, guiding me up and down.
Once I relax, loving the feeling, I want more.
“Turn it on, Gabriel,” I pant.
Gabriel laughs low and mischievous as the low whirl of the toy fills the room and Lars’ back arches.
“Holy shit. Holy fucking shit,” Lars calls out.
I look down to see him with his head tilted back into the pillow, mouth open in a silent cry.
His eyes are squeezed shut and his breaths are short and quick.
Seeing him in ecstasy sends a seething burst of arousal through my veins.
He’s so beautiful at this moment, consumed in the sensation.
I lean down to kiss the column of his neck, sucking and licking before I begin to fuck him, the toy inside me, driving both of us to the edge.
“Fuck, Gabriel, it feels too good. I don’t want to come yet. Turn it off,” Lars pleads.
“Don’t you dare come, Lars,” Gabriel commands as he removes the toy, tossing it to the side.
I hear him open the bottle of lube again, then he coats himself before I feel him behind us, the thick head of his cock positioned against my pussy.
He presses forward, his cock joining Lars’ inside me and I feel so fucking full.
A cry tears out of my chest, high and sharp, as my body stretches, straining to take them both.
“Fuck—” I gasp, fingers clawing at Lars’ chest, nails raking down his skin as my head falls forward. “Oh God, it’s—”
Lars brings a hand to my cheek, causing me to open my eyes.
“It’s perfect. So fucking perfect.” He finishes my sentence.
I’ve never felt so full, so claimed, so taken. Every nerve screams with pleasure, every beat of my heart pounds between my legs, my clit throbbing as their cocks slide against each other inside me.
Gabriel groans behind me, his hands gripping my hips hard. “Christ, Neomi, you’re perfect. Fuck, this cunt is so pretty. Full of our cocks.”
Lars growls under me, brow pinched, eyes looking down where the three of us are connected. “That’s it, Bella. Take all of us. Look at you, made for this, for both of us.”
His words splinter through me, sending heat straight to my core. My pussy clenches around them, and I cry out, broken, desperate. “Yes—please—don’t stop—”
They move together, thrusting into me, their rhythm brutal and consuming. Every time Gabriel drives up, Lars pushes in deeper, and the pressure is devastating, almost transcendent. My body is theirs, stretched, ruined and worshipped.
My vision blurs, my mouth falls open, and I moan so loud I don’t recognize my own voice. Sweat drips down my back, my tits bouncing with every slam of their bodies.
“Good girl,” Gabriel snarls. “You truly are a Siren. This pussy is going to be my demise.”
“Goddamn.” Lars grits, his hand sliding to my clit, circling, making me thrash between them. “You’re soaked. Fuck, you’re going to be such a good girl and come all over us, aren’t you?”
I nod, frantic, crying out. “Yes—oh fuck.”
“So good for us,” Lars hisses. “I’m going to fill that pussy, Bella.”
And then it hits me.
The orgasm rips through me, violent and unstoppable. My body clamps around them, squeezing, convulsing as stars explode behind my eyes. I scream their names, broken and wild, shattering in between them.
I come so hard I forget where I end and they begin.
“Lars, I want you to come. Fill your wife,” Gabriel demands as his pace quickens.
Lars’ thrusts become erratic before he stills, back arching as he comes, spilling inside me.
“Yes, coat my cock, Lars. Fuck.” Gabriel’s cock throbs inside me as he finds his release with us. He shivers as he covers my back with his body, chest heaving as he spills into the condom.
I can barely move. My body feels stretched and undone. Lars cradles me against his chest, his breath still ragged, his skin hot. He brushes damp hair from my face and kisses my temple.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice low and reverent. “Do you know that? The way you gave yourself to us, the way you took it all—so fucking beautiful.”
My throat tightens when his thumb strokes my cheek.
“My perfect wife.”
Gabriel places a trail of kisses across my back. “Don’t move, Siren. Need to clean you up.”
I expect him to get a towel or a washcloth, but then the mattress shifts, and Gabriel’s mouth is on me again. He spreads me wide, his tongue sliding through the mess Lars left inside me. My hips jerk, overstimulated, but Lars holds me steady, grounding me in his arms.
“That’s it, Bella,” Lars soothes, his lips brushing my ear while Gabriel feasts between my legs. “Let him take care of you.”
I cry out, my hands clutching at Lars’ shoulders as my body trembles. Gabriel groans against my pussy, sucking, circling my clit until sparks fire in my vision.
Lars cups my face, forcing me to look at him, his eyes burning with what looks like love.
“You’re everything to me, Bella,” he whispers fiercely. “How did I find someone so perfect?”
The praise crashes through me, breaking me open. I smile against his lips as he kisses me, tender and deep, and Gabriel rises behind me.
I’m pinned between reverence and filth, love and hunger, and all I can do is surrender.
Gabriel climbs up beside us, his chest slick with sweat, his mouth still shining with me. He presses a soft kiss on my shoulder. Then he runs a hand through Lars’ hair.
He leans over and I watch as he licks Lars’ bottom lip. Lars turns his head and Gabriel claims his mouth in a deep kiss. They both exhale and I’m transfixed by them.
They take turns kissing me, Gabriel’s mouth tender against mine, Lars brushing over the curve of my neck, the edge of my jaw. Every kiss is worshipful, pulling me back down from the chaos.
The demanding man I witnessed earlier is gone and in his place is someone gentle. He’s whispering words of praise against Lars’ lips and Lars relaxes.
“You did so well, Lars.” He kisses his jaw. “Such a good boy, so fucking good.”
My heart aches with the tenderness in his voice and my eyes sting with tears that I don’t bother to hide. I let them hold me, kiss me, until my body stills and my breathing calms.
Finally, Gabriel leans close, pressing one last kiss to my lips. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
He rises from the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of water running drifts back into the room, while Lars keeps me tucked against him, his thumb tracing soft circles on my hip. No words are needed now, just soft touches and the sound of our heartbeats.
“Do you want to leave?” he asks quietly.
I reach up, my fingers stroking his jaw, feeling the grit of stubble under my hand. “No,” I whisper. “What if we stayed for a bit?”
His brows pull tight, his gaze searching mine. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” My voice is steadier this time, my heart pounding with the truth. “Is that okay?”
Lars exhales hard, his shoulders easing, his thumb sweeping across my cheek. “Yes.”