Three is a War(54)

I suck him with everything I have while reaching up his chest toward his face. He clamps his fingers around mine, holding our hands against his heart.

Then they fuck me, tugging at my hair and pinning my body between the force of their need. It’s depraved. Filthy. Perfect. Everything I imagined it would be.

Cole picks up the pace, holding tight to my hips as he stabs into me, over and over. Licking up and down Trace’s length, I stare up into fathomless eyes and melt beneath their scorching heat.

“Be right back.” Cole pulls out and leaves the bed.

I turn my neck to watch him prowl gloriously nude toward the bathroom, but Trace jerks me back and drags me up his chest.

“Show me how perfectly we fit together.” His timbre scratches as he arranges my legs to straddle his hips.

I move without hesitation, positioning his cock and sliding down slowly, relishing every long inch. His mouth falls open, and his chin lifts, the cords in his neck stretching against his skin. I roll my hips, and he groans, eyes closed as pleasure sweeps across his expression. Fucking gorgeous.

Cole returns from the bathroom with a tube of lube and pauses beside the bed, watching Trace move inside me.

Nerves creep in, coiling my stomach. I can’t imagine what it must be like for him, seeing his ex-best friend balls-deep in the woman he wants to spend his life with. I press a hand against Trace’s hip, stalling his movements.

“Cole?” I sit up, and my inner muscles clench around Trace’s cock. “We can stop. We don’t have to—”

“Lie back down.” Cole grips his erection and strokes from root to tip. “Ass in the air.”

That’s what the lube’s for, of course. But is he going to take me there while Trace is still inside me? We should have a conversation about this, but as Cole moves in behind me, he seems to be more interested in the conversation between his finger and my rear entrance.

His touch presses in, and I gulp down a breath, writhing on Trace.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Cole slides his thumb toward my pussy, gathering my arousal and smearing it over my anus. “I don’t even need lube.”

“Yes, you do.” I glare at him over my shoulder and soften my voice. “I’ve never done this…” Double-penetration. My cheeks burn. I can’t even say it out loud. “Have you?”

He shakes his head, eyes on the finger working past my ring of muscle. What else can he see down there? The base of Trace’s cock stretching me open? His balls slapping against me?

“What about you?” I turn back to Trace.

“You’re my first and last.” He cradles my face with both hands, searching my eyes.

My chest squeezes. If I could have one wish, it would be to wake up tomorrow to the sound of their hearts beating happily against mine.

“Please, don’t regret this.” My breaths quicken as the lubed crown of Cole’s cock nudges against me, seeking entry.

“I would never regret being inside of you,” Trace says.

“Breathe, baby.” Cole leans over my back and trails kisses up my spine, his voice gruff. “Push against me.”

I let my lungs do what they’re supposed to do and crane my neck to check out the positioning. Trace’s legs are together behind me with Cole and me straddling his hips. They look comfortable…considering the circumstances. I turn back and press against Cole, without taking my eyes off Trace.

Pressure ignites a dull ache in my back opening, stretching and filling. Cole sinks deeper, his fingers biting against my hips. It doesn’t take long before the sting ripples into languid pleasure.

Cole bears down with gentle, shallow strokes, shooting supernova tingles through my sensitive tissues. It feels so damn good it’s almost too much. Too many sensations. Too much fullness.

Trace’s eyes tell me he feels it, too. He brushes the hair from my face and feathers his fingers down my neck, rocking against me in a hypnotic rhythm.

They’re inside me. Both of them. Physically. Emotionally. The mattress beneath me disintegrates and time ceases to exist. I only feel. Them, us, joined in a way I never thought would happen and may never happen again.

“How are you doing?” Cole brushes his lips against my back.

“I might die if you don’t move faster.”

I don’t have to ask twice. He rolls into a swift grind, sliding his cock in and out and matching the rhythm of Trace’s thrusts.

Trembling and boneless, I lean forward and rub my hands over the muscled physique beneath me. My hair falls around my face as I lick the grooved valley at the center of Trace’s chest, kissing and nuzzling, awash in bliss.

Cole’s scruffy whiskers and warm breaths caress my back as he fucks me slowly, teasingly, like he doesn’t want to rush it.