His body comes over me, and he finds my center once again. But instead of thrusting out for a second stroke, Finn stands up, taking me with him. I yelp with the surprise, and he chuckles sexily in my ear. This man is having fun—and so am I.
From behind me, Bren grabs my chin, forcing my head to the side so he can kiss me once, deeply, and I clench around Finn’s cock, earning a groan in response from Finn.
When Bren’s lips leave my mouth, he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to need you to relax, Sofia.”
“Wha—” I don’t get to finish my question because Bren positions his cock at my back entrance. My eyes widen, and my heart races. There’s no way I can handle his size—not back there.
The blunt tip is slick, so he must have put on lube without me noticing while Finn was lifting me off the bed. Even with the lube, though, I’m nervous, and my legs tighten around Finn.
“It’s okay,” Finn coos in my ear. He rubs the length of one thigh gently. “Relax. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”
“You’re too big, Bren,” I say.
“You can handle it, Schatz,” Bren says, “but now’s the time to say stop if you don’t want to try this.”
At first, I shake my head, but another part of me, the insatiable woman I now seem to be, wants two cocks inside me. “Don’t stop,” I breathe out.
Finn keeps rubbing my leg and peppering kisses on the side of my neck, coaching me into relaxation as he grips me tightly around the waist with one arm.
Bren is gentle, and he surges into me slowly, one centimeter at a time. “You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
The unfamiliar intrusion is uncomfortable—at first. Then he hits a spot, and something relaxes inside me, making way for the rest of him.
“Good girl,” Bren purrs in my ear with approval.
Just when I don’t think he can go in any deeper, he pushes further until he bottoms out.
With their perfect bodies, both men stand still as statues for several moments while I adjust around them.
Finn grins down at me and dips his head to take my lower lip in his mouth so he can suck on it. “How does it feel?” Finn asks when he lets go of my lip.
I frown, unsure yet. It isn’t as painful as I imagined it would be.
“Does it hurt?” Finn asks, studying my tense features.
I shake my head. “No. It’s just . . . I’m getting used to it.”
I clench experimentally around them, and both men groan. “It feels good,” I finally admit, sending them both into a frenzy. They both work together to prop my weight up so they can thrust in and out of me, and the sensation is too much. Too tight. I’m suspended in the air by their two cocks, my legs still wrapped around Finn. They move at a rhythm like they are trying to touch each other inside me, and the visual of that turns me on more than anything.
And it feels . . . fucking amazing. There’s no other way to describe it.
I relax my head back onto Bren’s shoulder, and that makes room for Finn, who takes the opportunity to bring his mouth to one of my nipples so he can suck and tease it.
That sends me over the edge. I clamp my hand behind Bren’s neck and hold on for dear life as I come in waves, clenching around them with each pulse of pleasure, my back arching mid-air. My thighs shake, and I’m grateful both men are propping me up because I can’t hold my legs’ grip around Finn any longer. Bren pumps in a few more times and stills as he cries out with his climax. He holds me still and in place while Finn keeps going.
“Come again, Sofia,” Bren whispers in my ear. “Come with Finn.”
My body obeys Bren, and I clench with the building of another orgasm. Finn’s lips find mine, and he kisses me, driving into me faster and faster, then freezes just as the man behind me had done only seconds ago. Bren’s chest rises and falls, pressed to my back as he catches his breath, and Finn’s forehead drops to mine.
“You’re fucking fantastic,” Finn says.
They both lift me by the ass cheeks up and off them so our bodies can detangle, and my feet can find the ground. My legs are wobbly as I climb onto the bed. Bren and Finn each go into a different bathroom to discard their condoms and join me under the sheets on either side of me.
Thoroughly sated—and let’s face it, fuck-drunk—my head rests on Bren’s shoulder while my hand laces together with Finn’s. I close my eyes and am lost to the world in this perfect sexual fantasy.
Only it wasn’t a fantasy. It really happened.