Jace groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “You feel so goddamned good, baby. Jesus.”
She pulled away from Andre’s kiss, her senses on overload. She couldn’t move, her body pinned between the two of them. But she also couldn’t stay still. The energy building inside her looking for a way out. “Please.”
Andre pinched her clit and she cried out. “Please what, bella? You okay?”
“Please move,” she panted. “Please. Fuck me.”
One of Jace’s hands tracked up her belly, palmed her breast, caressed it. “Baby, don’t worry, we’re going to fuck you. Very thoroughly. But why rush?”
A pitiful, unintelligible plea passed her lips. She wouldn’t survive if they dragged this out. Her blood had already turned molten beneath her skin.
Andre smiled and drew his hips back, sliding along her sensitive tissues and brushing along the pressure of Jace’s cock. Then, as soon as he plunged back deep, Jace eased back in a perfectly timed alternating motion. Slow and steady, the glide of the two men inside her enough to shove her to the brink of madness.
Her nails dug into the sheets. She couldn’t help or control the pace no matter how much she attempted to. All she could do was take it how they wanted to give it. If they wanted to drag it out for the next hour, she was at their mercy. But God, if they did that she may never recover.
Her soft pants became moans. “I can’t. I need. Faster.”
“You want us to fuck you hard, pet?” Jace asked.
“Yes, sir. Please. I’m begging you.”
Jace’s grip on her hips turned bruising and Andre’s tucked something between their bodies and against her clit. It buzzed. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Blinding darts of pleasure shot through her and she yelped. Andre’s hands tangled in her hair, and the pace of the two men’s thrusts turned relentless.
Her body electrified as every molecule pulsed with a sanity-threatening energy. The sounds bursting from her no longer felt as if they were a part of her. The boys pistoned into her, their own male grunts and groans mixing into the soundtrack of skin smacking skin and unadulterated sex.
Sweat dripped from her as she fought to stave off her orgasm, but it was like trying to fend off a pack of lions with a twig. The sensation of being taken so fully—two cocks, Jace’s and Andre’s hard bodies surrounding her—and the insistent hum of the vibrator against her clit all coalesced into a volcanic mass inside her.
“Go ahead, bella,” Andre said, his own voice strained. “Go over with us.”
The words blew the top off her mountain. Her back bowed and a guttural scream raked over her throat and exploded out of her. Pleasure, edgy and intense and absolutely maddening, lifted her to some other plane where nothing else existed but the three of them. The screams went on loud and long as she came so hard her bones seemed to rattle with the power of it.
Andre’s own moan filled her ears, quickly followed by Jace’s as both men chased her orgasm with their own release. They pulsed into her, their sweet fluid heat filling her while she continued to ride a wave of ecstasy that seemed to only increase with each passing second.
Every system in her body seemed taken hostage as her orgasm refused to relent. Tears sprung forth and though she was anything but sad, she began to cry. Her chest racking with the overwhelming need to literally let everything out.
Vaguely she registered Jace slipping out of her, and she collapsed against Andre’s chest. Andre wrapped his arms around her and whispered soothing things to her as her body finally began to ease down from its high. “It’s okay, bella. Breathe. You’re okay. We have you.”
Jace was back in a matter of moments, and Andre rolled her to his side, sliding out of her while Jace climbed into bed and tucked her against his chest. Andre flanked her back. Hands brushed away her hair, wiped her tears, caressed her face.
After a few minutes, her sobs quieted and her head stopped spinning. She nuzzled against Jace, sniffling. “Why is it I can’t help going into the ugly cry when you guys get a hold of me?”
She could feel Jace smile even though she couldn’t see his face. “You and I have very different ideas of what’s ugly.”
Andre ran a hand along her hip. “Did we hurt you?”
“No, it was . . . amazing,” she said, trying to put it into words. “It was like there was too much energy and my body had to release it however it could, which apparently meant weeping. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to ruin the moment or freak you out.”
Andre’s chest huffed against her back with a soft chuckle. “Ruin it? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You were flying, bella. And we were right there with you.”
A smile lifted her lips as she snuggled against them, arms wrapping around her from both sides. Safe. Content. Loved.
She’d gone flying.
And they’d caught her.
They would always catch her.
r: Roni Loren