12. Lily
LILY
Theoretically, I should have been sated.
Two insane, toe-curling, sheet-gripping Os ought to have been enough to make me grin, stretch, and linger in the afterglow.
And I was glowing.
I was absolutely shining from the sheer intensity of the climaxes these men had wrung from my body, one right after the other.
But I wasn’t sated.
I was ravenous. A hot, wet mess, and greedy for more.
Tonight was a door opened to a new land. A place with more pleasure, more desire than I’d ever felt before. A place where I was discovering myself. I was unearthing the truth of who I was and who I could be. I could be the professional, the vixen, and the friend.
I was all these people in one body, one mind.
And I loved this acceptance.
That was its own euphoria.
The awareness.
The knowledge.
The insight.
I was finding out all sorts of information about Lily Whiting, and I was so very good with all my boundaries being pushed.
Finn leaned down and kissed my mouth, but he wasn’t claiming my lips this time. This kiss was tender, and it came with a question. “You ready for the next part, baby?”
A whoosh of tingles rushed down my body. “Yes. So ready.”
“We need to make sure. Need to get this perfect body one hundred percent primed,” he said softly as he ran his palm over my belly. Jake joined in with gentle ministrations, skimming his palms over my thighs, touching me tenderly.
“Let’s take these shoes off,” Jake murmured, then removed each heel, setting them on the carpeted floor.
“Leave the stockings on,” I said, because there was nothing sexier than stockings only.
He smirked. “Of course.”
Both men settled onto the bed, Finn facing me, Jake moving behind me. Finn reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, handing it to his best friend.
“Her ass is so spectacular, you’re going to need to numb your dick so you don’t embarrass yourself,” Finn said.
I felt Jake laugh against my back and mutter, “ You’re such an asshole .”
And I smiled, loving that the two of them could shift so easily from sex gods serving me to buddies who ribbed each other.
It was another sign that this wouldn’t change us. Any of us. We could be the same.
I danced my fingertips down Finn’s chest. “How are you doing?”
Finn gazed at me, his eyes intense. “I’m fantastic. How are you doing, baby?”
“Amazing,” I whispered.
“Better than your dreams?” His fingers grazed my belly, as the sound of the top of the lube bottle flicking open landed on my ears.
I nodded. “Better than all my fantasies. Better than anything.”
He kissed my nose, murmuring, “Good. Let’s make it the best night ever, then.”
Jake tapped on my hip. “Move your knee up, Lil.”
I shifted my leg, hooking it over Finn’s hip as my fiancé’s hand traveled between my legs. Groaning, Finn stroked his fingers along my wet center, while Jake curled a hand over my rear.
I shivered from the twin sensations. Then I moaned as Finn’s fingers glided into me. “She loves being fingered,” he told Jake, and my shiver turned to a full-body shudder as Finn went there again. Talking over me. Talking about me.
Turned out, I craved that. I relished being not just the object of their physical attention, but the center of their conversation.
“I know that now,” Jake said wryly. Then in a gruff, knowing tone, he added, “She squirmed like a goddamn champion when my fingers were in her before.”
Finn seemed to bite back a groan, and I tensed briefly. Had Jake crossed the line by talking about me like he knew my wants, my needs, my desires?
The answer came in a hot, possessive kiss, as Finn hooked his fingers inside me. But Finn didn’t kiss me angrily. He kissed me fiercely, making the line clear.
I was his; he was mine.
“Get her ready,” he growled, barely breaking the kiss to issue a command to his best friend.
For tonight, I was theirs.
Jake pressed a finger against me, then once more, he pushed inside. I gasped and then groaned at the intrusion, at the fullness.
This was only the beginning. I’d have to take so much more than fingers. But my God, it felt electric, both of them inside me, both of them making me wetter.
Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensations, to the heavy ache inside, the ache they were both filling.
The press of their bodies against me was exquisite. Finn and his hard muscles pressed against my breasts, my belly, my legs. Jake and his equally firm, strong body sealed to my back, my ass, my thighs.
I was sandwiched between them, attention lavished on me by these men.
And it was my turn again to call the shots. I opened my eyes, swallowed, and said something I’d only imagined in my filthiest fantasies. “Will you both please take me now?”
Finn’s grin was the stuff of wicked legends.
Slowly, they removed their fingers, and Jake stole away for a moment. The faucet ran in the bathroom as I climbed on Finn, straddling him.
We hadn’t mapped this out either—this position. But I knew it would be the best one. I’d watched enough, seen plenty.
I settled over him, gripping his gorgeous shaft in my hand and gazing into his eyes. “Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey, you.”
With eyes for him only, I added, “I love you so damn much.”
He reached up, cupping my cheek, then slid a hand to curl around my head. He pulled me close for a searing kiss, then whispered, “I know, baby. I know.” When he let go, his eyes glanced down with a purposeful glint in them. “Now get on me.”
Enough said. I rubbed the head of his shaft against me, as Jake returned from the bathroom. Groaning, Finn wrapped his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Need to feel you all the way on me. Need to feel your sweetness on me now, baby.”
He sounded so hungry, so carnal. And at that moment, a new awareness hit me. Yes, tonight was about me, but it was also about them . They were feeling as amazing as I was. Just as they were making sure I was good, I had to take care of the men.
I’d known this, but I hadn’t experienced it fully till now, and I wanted to make every moment good for them, too.
They deserved it. Yes, Finn was giving me my fantasy, but I was giving him one too.
And Jake, well, Jake deserved to feel spectacular.
We were all in this together, and I craved pleasure for all of us.
I sank down on my man, and I cried out in bliss. “God, that feels so good. Your dick is perfection,” I said, setting my palms on his chest.
“So are you,” he murmured, thrusting up. He wasn’t rough, but even so, he filled me, and I felt him all the way.
I felt Jake too, climbing on the bed, reaching for the condom.
His fingers traveled across my flesh and sparks raced over my skin, knowing what was coming. Gently, he pushed down on my lower back. “Lower your chest to your man.”
My breath came faster as I did as I was told, keeping a slow and sensual pace riding Finn. My fiancé wrapped his arms around me, his hands roping through my hair, as Jake swept his fingers over the curves of my rear, teasing, playing, making sure I could handle it.
Could I?
We wouldn’t know till he tried, but in the meantime, I was already halfway to heaven just from Finn’s shaft. I swiveled my hips, moving slow and steady, feeling the glorious length of him inside me.
Then I felt something new.
Something that sent a fresh wave of sparks down my spine. Jake’s tongue. Jake’s lips. His mouth cruised over my rear, kissing the top of my ass, then he licked a path down to that spot where my cheek met my thigh. He murmured against my skin, “So sexy.”
And I entered another world of pleasure. His words, his tongue. The wild sensations swirling inside me.
He brushed kisses across my rear, not quite touching me in the darkest spot, but coming close, so daringly close. His tongue flicking and teasing almost, almost. The tingles turned into sparks. No, they were fireworks. Everything inside me felt like the night sky lit up on a holiday.
I heard the opening of the condom wrapper, then more lube squirting.
All those sensations morphed into heat, to hot, tight pressure as I felt the first breach of his crown against me. He was slick, coated in lube, and I groaned at the intrusion.
Finn’s hand wrapped tighter around my head, his lips near my ear. “We got you, baby. Just relax.”
I sank down deeper onto Finn, my ass lifting as Jake’s hands wrapped around my hips.
He pushed, sinking farther into me. For a second, I held my breath from the intensity—the temporary pain that shot into pleasure in seconds.
This wasn’t my first time at the rear-end rodeo, but there was always that moment when you weren’t sure.
Those seconds when you hovered between pain and pleasure until your body took.
Adjusted.
And somehow, miraculously, made room.
This was a whole new language of sensuality.
An entirely new way of having sex.
I was bathed in sensations as I let myself relax into the sheer fullness. The incredible, heavy feeling of being taken completely. Of the entire core of my body consumed by two beautiful men.
Like this, I could barely move. My skin started to sizzle; my body began to shudder.
Then I realized they’d taken over.
They were both moving in me, Finn rocking up into me, Jake thrusting deep.
Could they feel each other? Or were they like me?
Unable to tell up from down, right from left?
Right now, I was adrift in otherworldly sensations.
In the sheer relentless intensity of my wildest dreams come true.
Electricity crackled in my veins as waves of pleasure crashed over me, each one making me sink under, deeper into the abyss of ecstasy.
“Talk to me, baby,” Finn rasped out, his voice low and rough. “You okay?”
“So good. I’m so good,” I panted as Jake hit the end of me, and I cried out, seeing the first glow of stars.
Because holy pleasure. Holy threesome. Holy trio of absolute decadent bliss.
This. Was . It.
This was the pinnacle, and my reality teetered. It wobbled with each stroke from below me. With each thrust from above.
With every move from the men sandwiching me, I spiraled further into an erotic state, with lust and want consuming every molecule of my body.
“So intense. Feels so good,” I murmured, my head falling into the crook of Finn’s neck.
“It’s the hottest thing ever,” Finn growled.
And Jake groaned. A deep, rumbling sound, like he’d been gritting his teeth, holding back words until then, and suddenly, he let them loose. “Lily. Your ass. It’s so hot. So tight.”
I trembled. Darts of pleasure shot through my body from his dirty praise.
His words must have set off Finn because the man beneath me was swearing and pumping harder into me. “Yeah, you’re so wet on me. You love this, don’t you?”
What I loved was every single thing, and especially now that they were talking to me, not about me. I loved that in the heat of the moment, as I hovered on the edge, their dirty words were for me, to me.
“Yes, God, yes. I love it all. I’m close, so close.”
“I’m close, too,” Finn said, his pace turning relentless and igniting a tightening in my belly. “You’re mine, and I need to feel you coming all over me.”
The first sign of my release appeared on the horizon. That telltale tension in my core. That aching torture of impending pleasure.
I started to move again, to rise up as best I could, then down, and that tripped the wires in me. I unraveled as I felt Jake go deeper into me, touching parts that had never been touched like this before, all while Finn filled me to the hilt.
This was the edge of desire. The knife’s edge of bliss, and I hovered on it, Jake’s groans flooding the room, his grunts and half-choked out words. “ So tight, so hot.”
And Finn’s too. “ Come for me, baby. Come for us.”
Us.
He might have meant him and me; he might have meant him and Jake.
It didn’t matter.
I keened, my lips parting, my pleasure hitting the sky.
Maybe the sounds were words, maybe they were curses.
All the noises I made were shouts to God, as I detonated, shattering into a thousand beautiful pieces while they took me to the ends of my desire.
And I fell apart above one man, beneath another, as I finally found the dirty dreams I’d been seeking.
It was, indeed, like a heavenly choir of dirty angels conducting a filthy orchestra in my body. And oh hell, could they conduct me like virtuosos.
I was bathed in bliss, coated in ecstasy. Delicious, wild, carnal pleasure flooded every cell of my body, drugging me into total euphoria, and it was then, the orgasm shaking me to my very core, that Jake followed me, firing first, biting off a string of curse words as he came.
Finn was next. “Baby. Gonna come so hard,” he said, and he didn’t need me to, but I urged him on.
“Yes, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
As he let go, all I could think was this was everything I’d imagined it would be.
And so much more.