Chapter 30 #2
“Just trust me,” he tells me. “I know what I’m doing.” At his urging, I straddle Deacon, his cock brushing my slit as Fox urges me downward.
“Good girl,” Fox praises when he forces me to sink down on Deacon’s cock. The blond under me throws back his head with a groan, one hand flying to my thigh.
“You’re so tight,” he pants. “God, you always feel so good, Sadie.”
“Are you tight?” Fox asks, settling behind me, his hips against mine as he straddles Deacon as well. With his urging, I grind forward, settling into the rhythm that he sets with my hands splayed on Deacon’s stomach, his cock deep inside me as he fucks up into me.
“I don’t know, Sadie. Thing is…” Fox strokes the fingers of one hand down my body, the other gripped on my hip opposite Deacon. “I think you could take more. Don’t you?”
“I don’t—” My words end in a gasp as he circles my slit where I’m stretched around Deacon. Fox doesn’t wait for my opinion, though. He bites down on my neck, sucking a fresh bruise against my pale skin, and suddenly he’s pressing one finger into me, alongside Deacon’s cock.
The stretch is immediate and bordering on too much. I whimper and jerk forward, not that it gets me anywhere. He groans and rocks upward, eyes half-lidded to watch what we’re doing, and I can only imagine how destroyed I look with Fox’s mouth on my neck and his finger stretching me open.
“N-no,” I whine when he adds another. “Fox, that’s too much. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, darlin’ girl,” Fox promises. “You can take another for me. I need you to. Otherwise…” I feel his grin against my shoulder, and brace myself for something I’m suddenly afraid I won’t like. “How will I fit a third, hmm?”
The idea of him putting three fingers into me alongside Deacon’s cock is enough to short-circuit my brain.
In turn, that means it’s way too easy for Fox to push me forward, so I’m pressed against Deacon’s chest, and the blond wraps his arm around my waist, his grip is like a steel band while the fingers of his other hand tangle in my hair.
“I can’t,” I gasp against Deacon’s mouth, feeling Fox settle behind me. Sure enough, he presses three fingers into me, and my back arches, eyes watering at the burn. “Oh, fuck, Deacon, I can’t, I really—”
He kisses me hard, and the sounds he’s drinking up are of both pain and pleasure. I jerk every time Fox scissors his fingers inside me, a small keen leaving me with every stretch. But finally he removes his fingers, all three of them, and I relax, panting against Deacon’s chest.
If I’m honest with myself, I almost miss the extra stretch.
“What are you doing?” I gasp suddenly when I feel Fox’s hands spreading my thighs wider and his cock slides against my slit. “Fox—” I try to sit up, but Deacon doesn’t let me.
“Trust me, Sadie-Rae,” Fox intones. “Don’t tense up.
Be a good girl for us. You’ll love this, baby, I promise.
Your pussy will take us both so good.” His fingers stroke over my thighs for a few moments, and he lets go of one so that when he presses his cock against my slit just above where Deacon is splitting me open, so he can push inward, spreading me open, slowly forcing himself inside of me beside his brother.
“Oh, fuck!” I yowl. “Oh, fuck…oh, fuck! N-no, I can’t!
I can’t, please! It’s too much, and—” Deacon grabs my hair, wrenching me against him to kiss me hard.
In retaliation, I bite his lower lip, my teeth sinking in until I swear I taste blood.
He growls and bites me right back, not minding the aggression in my actions while Fox continues pushing deeper and deeper.
“Good girl,” the brunet soothes. “Oh, look at you. You’re so good, aren’t you? You’re perfect, taking both of us into your gorgeous, needy cunt. God, you feel so good. Knew you could do it, Sadie-Rae.”
I whimper and my thighs shake at the intense burn of their cocks.
But fuck if the pleasure isn’t just as intense.
The feeling of both of them inside me, the mentality of it, has me nearly spiraling.
There’s no way this should work, and it’s not something I’ve ever even considered before.
But now, with my body pinned to Deacon while Fox starts thrusting behind me, I feel like I can never go back to anything else.
His first thrust makes both me and Deacon gasp.
The blond throws his head back, and it thumps against the truck bed along with the curse that leaves his lips.
Fox thrusts again, pulling out just to slide back into me, not stopping until his hips are flush against my ass.
Deacon sinks deeper as well, and I can feel the slide of them against each other.
“God damn it, Fox,” Deacon curses. “Fuck, she’s so tight.” His voice is breathy with desire and his hand tight in my hair. “Perfect girl,” he tells me with a huff. “God, your cunt shouldn’t be this perfect. I want to just—” He rocks his hips to slam into me again. “Yeah, just like this.”
“Wait!” It doesn’t hurt exactly, but the feeling of both of them moving now, especially with Deacon’s ferocity, is enough to make my eyes roll back. “Wait! I just need—”
“We know what you need,” Fox cuts me off as he drapes himself over me, now able to fuck deeper into my body and match Deacon’s enthusiasm.
It’s too much and so fucking perfect at the same time.
Small whines fall from my lips, and whatever the men are saying is lost on me as my ears ring from overstimulation and pleasure.
All I can do is grip Deacon’s shirt and be fucked by them.
There’s really nothing else, and the feeling of that, of being so helpless, is intoxicating on its own.
I don’t even get to warn them when I lose it.
One second I’m gasping, the next there are tears in my eyes and my muscles clench around them as a sound that’s more of a wail than a moan leaves me.
My thighs shake, back arching, and every nerve ending feels like I’m being set alight as I come with them moving inside of me, their cocks stimulating every inch of me from the inside.
Deacon breaks first, with a snarl that has him burying his face in my throat. He bites down as he comes, his thrusts becoming erratic and disorganized.
Fox doesn’t last much longer. He sits up for a few moments, his movements hard and fast and desperate, before he sinks into me one last time and leans forward to grip my hair, teeth closing around the nape of my neck as he comes.
We stay like that, though I don’t know for how long.
Time seems to drift, and the tears dry on my face as they both soften inside me.
Eventually Fox pulls away, by the time he pulls me off Deacon and helps me into his lap, he’s back to looking presentable and clothed.
Deacon barely takes any time to do the same, and once again I’m left the vulnerable, naked one between them.
They take advantage of it, with my head full of fluff and my body completely relaxed. Fox drapes me over his lap, my head on his shoulder, to hiss and lick at my skin. Deacon runs his nose up my back, and when I open my eyes, they’re kissing again; their affection and love for each other is clear.
It’s intoxicating to watch them, even with my eyes drifting half-closed. Their hands move, sometimes on me, sometimes on each other, but I never feel left out or forgotten. I never feel like I’m in the way, or that they’re going to lay me to the side and continue what they’re doing.
Especially not when Deacon’s fingers spread me open, and he fingers me just enough that when he slips them free to lift them up, I see our combined releases on his skin.
“Look at you,” Deacon breathes in my ear, shoving his fingers in my mouth so I’m forced to taste all three of us. “Just look at you. So perfect.”
“And so very much ours,” Fox agrees. They kiss me, alternating, taking turns, and sometimes they kiss each other with their hands on me once more.
By the time I’m looking for my shirt, Deacon has Fox pinned to the back window, and the sheriff snickers at him before gripping his throat.
“When we get home, my love,” he croons. “I’ll pin you down and show you just how much I love fucking you too.
But for now…” His grin turns crooked, and he tosses me my joggers.
“We should probably clean up this mess so no one else finds it. I’d hate to deal with the state down here, wanting to know who killed some of Texas’s most worthless citizens. Don’t you both agree?”
I only snort and shake my head, wondering why we waited until now to broach the subject of cleaning up, and what’s more, wondering if my legs that feel like jelly will hold up long enough for me to clean up bodies tonight.
But if they don’t, then it’s not exactly my fault.