20. Lee #2
I bite my lower lip so hard I think it bleeds when he is seated inside me.
Then he starts to move. I cry out, nails raking down his back, heels digging into his ass like I can pull him even deeper. He’s thicker than I remembered, and every inch adds to the burn left from his fist.
Julian stands to his side, naked now, one hand lazily stroking himself as he watches.
“She looks so damn good like this, El. All flushed and ruined and still trying to take everything we give her.”
Elliot’s hips snap forward harder. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room.
His hand holds my hips in place. He’s pushing on Julian’s bruises, but I want it.
I'm shaking from the aftershocks of that fist-induced orgasm, every thrust dragging against nerves that feel raw and oversensitive in the best way.
He leans in close, lips brushing my ear. “I’m gonna come first. Flood this pretty, used-up pussy so Julian slides right into the mess we made. Then he’s gonna give you the rest.”
My legs tighten around him. I can’t even form words anymore. I writhe beneath him, just making helpless sounds every time he bottoms out. His rhythm turns jagged, desperate.
A low growl builds in his chest, and then he buries himself deep, hips jerking as he spills inside me. He comes, hot and endless, painting my insides. I clench around him like my body is trying to hold it all in.
He stays there a second, breathing hard against my neck, then eases out and rolls on the bed to my side. I whimper at the warm rush of his cum already leaking out of me and down my thighs.
Julian’s moving before I can catch my breath. He pushes me up higher on the bed. Kissing me sweet and hot rolled into one.
“Easy, sweet little doll,” he says, voice warm and thick like melted honey. “I’ve got you.”
He pushes in slow, savoring the way Elliot’s cum lets him glide right to the hilt. A soft groan slips out of him.
“God… he made you such a juicy, open mess. You’re making it so easy for me to give you everything.”
He rocks into me and makes my toes curl. One hand stays fisted gently in my hair, tilting my head back so he can kiss along my shoulder.
“Gonna fill you so full tonight,” he whispers against my skin. “Right up against your womb where it will stay. Maybe I’ll put a baby in you while Elliot watches every second of it.”
My whole body shudders at the thought.
“She’s not on anything now, Elliot. I’m fucking your cum up further in her cervix. She’s going to be so full of us, her body will have to make us a baby.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remind myself that I need those pills. But I ignore it and drown in Jullian’s words that are deep and filthy and tender all at once.
Elliot is next to me. He’s on his side, now propped up on an elbow, eyes locked on where Julian disappears inside me. He reaches over, grips my thigh, and drags it against his stomach. It spreads me wider, and he keeps watching the way I stretch around Julian’s cock.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” Elliot rasps.
“Her pussy just clenched when you spread her for me. It’s because she needs to be bred properly.”
Elliot’s hand rubs slow and possessive up and down my thigh, pulling it tighter against him. The new angle makes every thrust hit deeper.
I groan loudly, face burning, body clenching hard around Julian. “You two are fucking crazy,” I manage, voice wrecked and breathless. “Completely insane. We can’t have a baby.”
But they ignore me like I’m not even here. It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t make me bear down harder around Julian every time they talk over me.
“I’ll hold her open wider for you,” Elliot says. His grip leaves my thigh, but he adjusts my position, making my leg butterfly for Julian and gently holding me in place. “Get it in there real deep, Julian. Pump her full until it sticks.”
Elliot scoots closer to Julian. His free hand slides down my belly between us; two thick digits form a V over my entrance. He uses his fingers to spread my soaked slit even wider.
Every thrust makes Elliot’s knuckles graze the base of Julian’s cock. Neither flinch at the contact. Julian doesn’t even break his rhythm. He just keeps pounding into me like I’m their shared toy, using the extra stretch to drive even deeper.
“Grind it in there when you come. I’ll help you pin her down and push it in so deep we’re sure it will take.”
“Fuck,” I scream. I shatter hard, pussy pulsing around Julian.
With one last brutal push, Julian buries himself as deep as he can go. He grunts when he comes inside me. Every pulse and twitch rubs against my sensitive walls.
“Take it all,” he breathes against my ear, voice soft and possessive. “Every single drop. Let me give you this.”
“Hold her there,” Elliot growls. “Don’t move. Let it all settle right where it belongs.”
Elliot slips his hand out from between us and twists my head so that he can kiss me. I sigh into his mouth. Our tongues tangle as Julian keeps twitching inside me. He breaks our kiss and gives me a quick peck on the mouth and then rolls over to give Julian space.
Julian bends over me.
“Wrap your hands around my neck babydoll,” he says, sliding one hand behind my back. I do as he says, and he pulls me up and turns us so that he’s lying beneath me.
“You okay, Ettie?” Julian’s voice is hushed and soothing against my hair.
I nod against his chest, still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. My skin is slick with sweat and them, and I’m so spent I can barely keep my eyes open.
Julian drags me to the top of the bed, staying buried in me. I slide my arm around his waist and take a deep breath.
Elliot climbs in behind me and pushes against me.
His bare chest rests flush against my back.
He curls his arm tight around my waist. Sliding between me and Julian but not enough to make Julian pull out.
Elliot’s hand rests low on my belly, palm warm and possessive right over where Julian is now nestled deep inside me.
He nuzzles into my hair and presses a surprisingly soft kiss on my neck.
“That’s it… feel me plugging you, babydoll? Gonna stay right here, keeping all our cum inside this pretty pussy. Want you so full of us you wake up tomorrow already starting to grow our baby.”
I tense a little, the words cutting through the heavy, sated haze.
“Guys… wait, I don’t… we can’t just—” My protest is soft, half-formed, my voice cracking with exhaustion. I’m too tired to even try to pull away.
“We love you, Lee. So fucking much. Both of us. And we want you with a swollen belly and glowing because we couldn’t stop filling you.”
I swallow, reluctance still flickering somewhere far away, but my limbs are boneless, and their bodies are so warm and sure around me that the argument melts before it can form. I manage a tiny, tired huff instead.
“You two are still crazy… but I’m too worn out to fight you right now.”
Julian chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into my back.
“Good. Just rest, babydoll. I’ll get you up soon to shower. I won’t let you get a UTI.”
“Thanks, doc,” I tease.
Elliot presses another kiss to the back of my head.
I let out a content sigh. For now, I let it go.
I close my eyes and drift between them, safe and claimed and utterly consumed.
Tomorrow can wait.