Epilogue #2
The vibrations through Dawson made him slow for the briefest second, a flicker of a smirk crossing his face, and I realized he knew exactly how much it pushed me.
He didn’t pull back from my mouth, only leaned forward, straddling my head, his chest pressing against mine, nipples grazing my skin and sending sparks down to my core.
Gage shifted again inside me, and Dawson followed, sliding his tongue over my clit. My slick coated Gage, pulling another guttural moan from him, while Dawson added that delicious vibration with his lips and tongue, teasing me higher and higher.
I felt Gage push another finger inside me as he kept thrusting, the combination of depth and pressure making my muscles clench uncontrollably.
My hands dug into Dawson’s shoulders, nails grazing his skin as I shivered with every movement.
My body twitched in ways I couldn’t control, a storm of sensation building as I couldn’t form words around the cock in my mouth, only whines and muffled gasps, my body curling toward the brink.
“She's close,” Gage murmured to Dawson, his voice low, edged with need. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
Dawson dropped his voice, rough and dark. “Come for us, Carissa. Let us feel you.”
Heat tore through me as both of them quickened, Gage plunging into me while Dawson’s tongue traced precise, torturing lines over my clit.
My vision blurred with white spots, my body trembling as I came hard, my throat filled with frantic, muffled screams around Dawson’s cock.
My pussy clenched around Gage, my ass gripping him, and every nerve ending was alight.
Both men groaned loudly, driving me higher, matching my rhythm with their thrusts. They slowed only slightly as I rode wave after wave of release, wringing every drop of pleasure from me before easing out, leaving me limp, slick, trembling, my muscles slack and still twitching with aftershocks.
“Beautiful,” Dawson breathed against my ear.
“Magnificent,” Gage crooned into my hair.
Then a new voice, sultry and commanding, cut through my haze. “That was quite the show, Princess.”
I turned my head, heart stuttering, to see Boone just a few steps away, violet eyes raking over me like fire. He stalked closer, and I felt the weight of his gaze, making me shiver.
“But the show is far from over,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Get on your knees.”
I smiled, keeping my eyes locked on him, and rose smoothly to kneel on the bed, legs spread, hands resting lightly on my thighs. I arched my back just enough to push my freckled breasts forward, savoring the way he drank me in.
Boone’s gaze dipped to my glistening folds, and he inhaled sharply through his teeth.
He closed the distance, pressing roughly to the back of my head and crashing his lips against mine.
Tongues tangled, teeth grazing, and I melted into the kiss, a low mewl escaping as another set of lips found my back, while Gage’s hands and mouth attended my breasts.
A fresh wave of heat shot straight to my core, and I whimpered against Boone’s mouth. He broke the kiss, chuckling softly, dark amusement in his eyes. “Ready for more, Princess? Hands and knees.”
Cool hands pressed firmly into the small of my back, bending me forward, bracing me on my hands as my hips lifted slightly, exposed and dripping. I glanced over my shoulder to see Dawson circling himself at my entrance before sinking in, the stretch delicious and full, every inch of him filling me.
Gage positioned himself beneath me, lips and tongue at one breast while fingers toyed with the other. I clenched around Dawson, a moan trapped in my throat, and he groaned at the tightness and wet heat. The chaos of their combined attention left me spinning, trembling, and utterly consumed.
Boone circled the bed, hand stroking himself slowly, but his eyes never left me.
I caught his gaze and held it, letting him see exactly what I wanted.
I gripped the base of Gage’s cock and leaned forward, taking him down my throat until his hairs tickled my nose.
Gage moaned and I clenched around Dawson in response, making him groan too.
Boone’s stare stayed locked on me, silent and sharp, daring me to take more.
I pushed back against Dawson with my hips, arching to let him sink deeper, and at the same time relaxed my throat to take Gage all the way to the root. Both men groaned, and Boone’s mouth dropped open slightly, his hand moving faster over his own cock.
“Come on, Carissa,” Boone said, voice low and rough. “Take it all.”
I swallowed around Gage’s length, holding my pace, and leaned harder into Dawson, meeting him with my hips.
I looked up to see Boone’s violet eyes hooded with need as he knelt at the edge of the bed.
I reached up, grabbed his ass, and pulled him closer, taking him deeper, my throat stretched and full.
Dawson chuckled, breath warm against my shoulder. “Yeah, that’s it. Take it, babe.”
The mix of sensations overwhelmed me—Boone sliding in my mouth, Dawson driving into me, Gage teasing my breasts with tongue and lips.
I realized Gage had started stroking himself, and I let go of Boone’s ass for a second to take his hand in mine, guiding him.
Drool ran from the corners of my mouth around Boone’s cock while Gage flicked, nipped, and sucked at my nipples, sending shivers straight to my core.
Dawson lifted a hand from my hip and swirled his fingers over my clit, collecting my slick and rubbing it in tight, fast circles.
My body betrayed me, building another orgasm quickly, trembling against both of them.
I tried to meet Dawson’s thrusts, keep Boone deep in my throat, and stroke Gage all at once, desperate to feel all three of them at the same time.
But my own release hit first, a wave of heat crashing over me, muffled by Boone down my throat.
My muscles clamped around Dawson, hand tightening on Gage, and he groaned, his movements wild and hungry.
Together, the three of them guided me through it, never slowing until my body was shaking, slick, and trembling with overstimulation.
“You’re doing so good, Princess,” Boone murmured, voice low and rough. “But you’ve got one more for us, don’t you?” Not a question, just a statement, and I nodded, words impossible in my post-orgasm haze. “Good girl,” he added.
Dawson held me from behind, chest pressing into my back as Gage and Boone shifted into position.
Boone climbed onto the bed behind me, replacing Dawson’s previous spot, and wasted no time gripping my jaw to tilt my face up, pressing his lips to mine again.
In front of me, Gage and Dawson knelt, fingertips tracing over my skin, mapping me out.
I shivered at the contrast between them. Dawson’s hands were warm and steady against my skin, grounding me, while Gage’s hands were firm, deliberate, leaving a trail of heat where they touched. Goosebumps rose over my skin, the sensations driving me wild.
Boone guided himself into me, long and thick, stretching me just right.
I whimpered, arching back against him, and that was all the cue Gage and Dawson needed.
Both sank mouths and fingers into me at once—Boone filling me from behind, Dawson flicking his fingers over my clit, Gage nipping and suckling my other breast, alternating between pressure and light teeth.
Everything collided at once, and my senses scattered.
Boone set a relentless pace, each thrust driving heat straight to my core, one hand gripping my hip tightly, the other holding my jaw, teeth grinding against mine.
Dawson’s teeth closed gently around one nipple, tongue teasing, swirling, and dragging over my hardened peak, while Gage mirrored him on the other side, alternating nips and suckles.
The touches, familiar yet different in combination, sent shocks through me, each sensation amplified by the others.
Dawson’s fingers never let up on my clit, shifting speed and pressure in sync with Boone’s hips driving into me, while Gage’s hands traced my curves, dragging skin over muscles, making me squirm and arch even more.
I was caught completely between them, slick and trembling, ready to shatter all over again.
My hands, still gripping Boone’s shoulders for balance, reached for Gage and Dawson next.
I threaded my fingers through their hair, tugging gently, holding them to my breasts.
I scratched along their scalps, paused to rub the shell of Dawson’s ear, anything to make them whimper and groan.
Not satisfied with just the sounds, I moved my hands down to grab both their cocks.
They somehow knew exactly what I wanted and didn’t hesitate to respond.
Now I had Boone buried inside me, and a cock in each hand.
Gage dripped oil onto his shaft and Dawson’s, slicking them both, making it easy for me to slide my hands up and down, around, teasing, squeezing, mastering them with little effort.
Dawson shifted to playing with my breasts again, rolling and pinching while Gage’s fingers found my clit, gliding over it with the remaining oil.
The sounds filling the room, groans, whimpers, the slick squelch of skin on skin, hit me like a symphony, and I wanted more. Needed more.
As if some silent cue passed between them, everyone slowed, repositioning. Boone laid back, and I turned to straddle him, dragging my dripping heat along his thick, hard length. He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply, and I felt that surge of control ignite inside me.
I glanced behind me at Dawson and caught his eyes, beckoning him closer.
He moved in, pressing kisses along my shoulders, nipping at my ears, making me shiver.
Gage was off to the side, lazily stroking himself as if waiting for me to give direction.
Boone gripped my waist, deep and steady, and murmured, “Let me in.”
I guided him, positioning him at my center, and slowly sank down, taking him fully. Both of us sighed as I adjusted, reveling in his weight and the stretch of him in this new angle.
Before I could settle, I felt warm slick at my backside. Dawson circled my rim with a well-oiled finger, then pressed inside. “God, you’re so tight,” he whispered, low and breathy. “Always so tight for me.”
Boone shifted under me so my clit ground against him, every movement timed with Dawson stretching me open from behind.
Eventually, Dawson added a second finger, and once I adjusted, he scissored them slowly in and out, pulling me apart just enough to heighten every nerve.
Boone bent his knees, planted his feet firmly on the mattress, and drove up into me each time Dawson withdrew his fingers, each thrust sending fire through my center.
I was caught completely between them, slick and trembling, stretched and filled in ways I couldn’t live without, desperate for more of everything.
When I was ready, Dawson murmured, “Now let me in, love.” Boone paused his thrusts as Dawson slowly eased into my ass, letting me adjust, inch by delicious inch.
I felt impossibly full, stretched in ways that made every nerve sing.
Every ridge, every vein of both cocks pressed into me, and I could feel them reacting to each other through the thin barrier between.
Wordlessly, Boone and Dawson fell into a rhythm.
Boone pulling back until only the tip remained inside me while Dawson was fully sheathed, then switching.
Dawson growled, teeth grazing my neck as his hands gripped my hips, forcing me against him.
Boone’s violet eyes were heavy-lidded and intense, one hand holding my thigh, the other teasing my clit.
Gage had moved to the side of the bed, still stroking himself with one hand and playing with one of my nipples with the other, watching me stretched and full from every angle.
My eyes closed, and my head fell back against Dawson’s shoulder as he kissed and nipped along my neck.
I felt the mattress dip beneath me and opened my eyes to see Gage standing over Boone, cock poised, moving closer to slide into my mouth.
My body was impossibly full, every hole occupied, but I could feel the ache of wanting to make all three of them come, and I wasn’t about to miss it.
Gage cradled my face as he fucked my mouth. I looked up at him and locked eyes. One arm snaked behind me to grip Dawson’s ass, the other hunted for Boone’s hand, our fingers tangling.
I screamed around Gage’s cock as my body clenched, every wave of orgasm ripping through me.
The three of them couldn’t hold back any longer.
Gage lost control first, spilling rope after rope of cum into my throat.
I tasted him, and it drove me higher as Dawson’s release followed, shooting deep inside me, filling me so fully it started to leak around him as he cried out in ecstasy.
Boone didn’t hold back either, pouring every inch of himself into me, his hot cum mixing with everything else already coating me.
And in that moment, I was in pure bliss.
It took a while to come down. Gage collapsed onto the bed, legs shaking.
Dawson slowly withdrew from my ass, the sensation making Boone twitch inside me one last time before his cock softened and slipped out as well.
I was left trembling, utterly spent, every inch of me slick and overstimulated, wrapped in the heat of all three of them.
I was gently guided back onto the bed by all three of them, their hands everywhere.
One rubbing soothing circles across my back, another brushing sweat-slick strands of hair from my face, and the third pressing soft, lingering kisses to my temple.
I felt the warmth of them still inside me, cum slowly trickling from where they each finished.
My body was utterly spent, every muscle trembling, and I let myself go, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep with them all wrapped around me.
I felt cherished, adored, and wanted.
But most of all, I felt loved.