Chapter 27 Maren
I woke up that morning with a thought I'd been circling for days, and I decided to just say it, which was how all my worst and best decisions got made.
"I want all three of you," I said into the warm dark. "At the same time. If you want that too." My face went hot. "I rehearsed that less smoothly in my head."
"You did not need to rehearse it," Damian said, very low.
"Is this you asking?" Brady said, grinning, already awake, already insufferable.
"Yes," I said.
The air in the room thickened. Thomas's hand tightened on my hip, his voice low and careful. "You sure, Maren? That's a lot. We'll go slow, check in every step."
Damian leaned in, kissing my shoulder. "If you're ready, we’ve got you."
I nodded, pulling Thomas down for the first kiss. His mouth was steady, commanding without demanding, tongue sliding against mine in deep, measured strokes that grounded me.
When he pulled back, Brady claimed me next, his kiss playful and devouring, nipping at my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. Laughter bubbled in his throat as he kissed me, turning filthy fast.
Damian was last, whispering "So fucking perfect" against my lips before kissing me with charming hunger, his mouth exploring every corner like he was memorizing me.
We made out like that, passing me between them in a slow rotation. Hands roamed... Thomas's fingers tracing my spine, Brady palming my ass, Damian cupping my breasts. My nipples peaked under their touches, and wetness slicked between my thighs.
Brady broke the pattern first, dipping his head to my chest. "These breasts have been calling my name."
He latched onto my right breast, sucking the nipple deep into his hot mouth. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks shooting down to my clit. I arched with a gasp.
Thomas mirrored him on the left, his suction firmer, more precise, pulling rhythmic moans from my throat as he worshipped the sensitive peak. The dual sensation was overwhelming... wet heat on both sides, their mouths working in tandem while I writhed between them.
Damian slid lower, parting my thighs with gentle hands. "Let me taste you while they take care of those gorgeous breasts."
His breath ghosted over my soaked pussy before he dove in.
His tongue licked a broad stripe up my slit, gathering my juices, then circled my clit with expert flicks.
Two thick fingers pushed inside me slowly, curling to stroke that perfect spot as he ate me out with filthy enthusiasm...
sucking my folds, humming vibrations that made my hips buck.
"Oh god," I moaned, one hand fisting Brady's hair, the other gripping Thomas's shoulder.
Hands were everywhere. Brady's free hand kneaded my breast as he sucked, Damian's other palm spread over my lower belly, holding me steady, Thomas's fingers digging into my thigh.
They grabbed my hips, my waist, my ass...
possessive but tender, grounding me in a sea of sensation.
My body was on fire, every nerve lit up.
Damian added a third finger, stretching me open as his mouth sealed over my clit, sucking hard. The stretch burned so good, his tongue relentless. Between the relentless suction on my breasts and the way Damian finger-fucked me while devouring my pussy, my first orgasm hit fast and hard.
I cried out, walls clenching around his fingers, thighs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through me. They didn't stop, gentling their touches just enough to draw it out until I was panting, oversensitive and dripping.
"You okay?" Thomas asked softly, lifting his head, lips shiny.
"More than okay," I breathed, smiling shakily. "Don't stop."
They switched positions fluidly, always checking in.
Brady moved between my legs now, his handsome face grinning up at me as he licked me clean with broad, playful strokes.
"Taste even better after you come," he teased, then thrust two fingers deep, scissoring them while his tongue flicked my clit.
Thomas and Damian took my breasts, sucking and biting gently, their hands roaming...
pinching nipples, stroking my sides, grabbing my ass to tilt me higher for Brady.
I came again under Brady's mouth, this one deeper, shuddering through me as I soaked his chin. "Fuck, yes... Brady!"
Damian kissed me through it, swallowing my moans while Thomas murmured praises against my skin. "You're doing so good, Maren. So beautiful like this."
My body buzzed, pussy aching for more. I wanted them inside me. All of them. "I need you," I whispered. "Please."
They arranged me carefully on my back, pillows under my hips. Thomas and Damian went first. Thomas positioned himself at my pussy, rubbing his long, straight cock through my folds.
"Tell us if it's too much." He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching my still-fluttering walls.
I moaned at the fullness, nails digging into his shoulders. Once seated deep, he held still, letting me adjust. Damian knelt beside us, his girthy cock in hand.
"Ready for me too?" He slicked himself with my wetness, then pressed the blunt head against my pussy, right alongside Thomas.
The stretch was intense... burning, overwhelming, perfect. I gasped as he worked in, slow and steady, their cocks sliding together inside me, rubbing against every sensitive spot.
"Breathe, baby," Brady said from the side, watching with dark eyes, his hand stroking my thigh. "You're taking them so well."
"Fuck... so full," I whimpered, but nodded. "Keep going. I'm okay."
They started moving in tandem, with Thomas thrusting deep and steady, Damian shallower but with that delicious girth pressing everything tighter. The friction was obscene, their cocks dragging against my walls.
Pleasure built rapidly, a coiling pressure that had me crying out with every thrust. Hands grabbed everywhere... Thomas gripping my hips, Damian's on my waist, Brady's roaming my breasts and belly, pinching and soothing.
I came hard around them, screaming as my pussy spasmed, milking their cocks. The orgasm ripped through me, vision whiting out, juices squirting around their joined lengths.
They slowed but didn't stop, sweet murmurs filling the air. "You good? Still with us?" Damian asked, voice strained but gentle.
"Yes... don't stop. Feels incredible."
They switched after that, Brady taking Thomas's place while Thomas watched, stroking himself. Brady's thicker, curved cock slid in beside Damian's, the new angle hitting spots that made me see stars.
"Holy fuck, Maren," Brady groaned, humor gone, replaced by raw lust. "Your pussy's gripping us like it never wants to let go."
They fucked me like that... double penetrating my pussy in turns, the third always watching, touching, praising. Each pairing felt different… Brady and Damian's playfulness contrasted with Thomas and Brady's deeper, more intense rhythm.
I panted through the aftershocks, my body trembling as Brady and Damian eased out of me slowly, their cocks glistening with my release. The stretch left me feeling empty for a heartbeat, but the ache was delicious, promising more.
Brady kissed my forehead, his handsome face flushed and grinning. "Still with us, Maren? You just squeezed the life out of us."
"I'm perfect," I whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. "More. I want all the combinations. Don't hold back."
Thomas took Brady's place immediately. He and Damian aligned again, but this time they shifted angles slightly... Thomas sliding in first, then Damian working his thick girth alongside. The renewed fullness made me moan loudly, my walls fluttering around the dual invasion
"So big... both of you," I gasped, hands clutching the sheets.
"You’re taking us beautifully," Thomas murmured, his voice rough but eyes soft with concern as he started a slow, deep rhythm. "Tell us if it’s too much, Maren."
Damian groaned in agreement, his charming control fraying as their cocks rubbed together inside my soaked pussy. "Fuck, she’s dripping everywhere. So warm and tight."
They moved in sync at first... long, dragging thrusts that hit every sensitive ridge. Then they alternated, with Thomas pulling back while Damian pushed deep, creating a constant, overwhelming friction that had my eyes rolling back.
My breasts bounced with each movement, nipples still tingling from earlier attention. Brady watched hungrily from the side, one hand stroking his thick cock, the other roaming my body... squeezing my thigh, pinching a nipple, grounding me with every touch.
The pleasure coiled tighter, sharper. I came again with a broken cry, my pussy spasming violently around their joined lengths, milking them as fresh wetness gushed out.
"Yes... oh god, yes!" Stars burst behind my eyelids. They slowed just enough to let me ride it out, murmuring praises.
"Good girl," Damian said softly, kissing my knee. "You okay to keep going?"
I nodded frantically. "Don’t stop. Feels too good."
They switched again after that... Brady and Thomas this time.
Brady’s curved cock entered first, the angle immediately different, pressing against my front wall in that devastating way.
Thomas followed, his long shaft sliding in beside, stretching me to my limits.
The burn was intense, bordering on overwhelming, but the sweetness in their eyes kept me anchored.
"Breathe, baby," Brady said, his usual humor softened by lust and care. "You’re doing amazing."
Thomas thrust deeper, controlled and precise, while Brady added shorter, playful snaps of his hips. Their rhythm built... hands everywhere again. Fingers digging into my hips, palms sliding over my belly, someone’s thumb circling my clit.
I lost myself in it, orgasming again, leaving me shaking and sobbing with pleasure. My voice grew hoarse from moaning their names.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of my pussy being fucked by two cocks at once, skin slapping, heavy breathing, and their low groans. Sweat slicked our bodies. I felt claimed, cherished, completely surrounded by them.