It goes on and on, that plateau. Tears stream down my cheeks and I don’t know how much more I can take without dying from bliss. But I’d kill them if they stopped.
“Fuck, Annie. I want your ass so badly. I want us both to be inside of you together.”
“Mmm…” I moan and nod my head, because I’m pretty sure even if I could get out a word it wouldn’t be cohesive.
“Was than a yes?” Ryker asks, but he doesn’t wait for my answer. He slides his hand between us and plays with my asshole. He must have spit on his fingers because it feels wet, and his finger slides into the tight ring with ease.
“Are you sure about this?”
I nod again and jut out my ass as much as I can while Hunter fucks my pussy. Ryker’s finger goes deeper, and the sensation almost has me going over the edge again. This feels so good, so forbidden.
He adds another finger, stretching me to prepare for his dick. I’m a little scared it won’t fit and that it will hurt, but that fear only adds to my arousal.
Hunter pulls out of me again, and I whimper at the loss. Ryker chuckles into my ear before plunging into my pussy from behind. He only gives it two quick pumps, then pulls out.
“You are so wet. This will be enough for you to take my cock up your ass.” His voice is harsh, almost like a growl, and that sound vibrates through my entire body. I can feel it from the tip of my nose to my toes.
I tilt my head to the side and burry my face into the pillow when I feel the tip of Ryker’s head press against my ass. He pushes it in slightly and the ring of muscle gives away with ease. I’m surprised by how good it feels, especially when Hunter works his cock back into my pussy.
Ryker’s shallow thrusts in and out of my ass send shivers up and down my spine. He goes deeper with every push until he has worked himself all the way inside of me.
“So tight,” he murmurs into my neck.
“So full,” I say.
They move in unison, filling me from both sides. God, I feel so dirty, so wrong, but also so fucking right at the same time. It feels like we are one, that we belong together.
“Come for us, Annie.” Ryker’s fingers press against my hips hard enough to bruise. “Come for us, Sugar. Let us hear you come. Let us feel you. I want your ass to squeeze my cock and your cunt to do the same to Hunter.”
“Let go,” Hunter urges as his thrusts quicken. “Come with us.”
With them.
Yes.
I convulse, going still as the plateau ends and I go flying over the edge into empty space. “Yes, yes, oh, my God, yes!” I can barely hear them groaning close to my ear over the rushing of blood and the pounding of my heart.
Their thrusts become harsh, feverish, until they are both pounding into me, using my body for their pleasure.
The last ripple of my orgasm still lingers when the guys empty themselves inside of me.
It takes ages for me to come to my senses, and when I do, Ryker and Hunter wipe me gently, almost lovingly, with cloths from the bathroom. They take their time and do a thorough job. It’s not until they collapse on either side of me that anybody says a word.
It’s Ryker who speaks first, his face in a pillow. “What did you mean when you said you were hiding?”
He would remember that, wouldn’t he? I was sort of hoping that would be forgotten. Hunter’s looking at me, waiting for an answer. I won’t be able to get around them—haven’t I tried enough?
I give them the brief rundown. The money I stole. The methods I’ve used to track them down. “You didn’t make it easy,” I admit with a wry chuckle. “There was one time I considered giving up. But one of you has something that belongs to me.”
“By design.” Ryker lifts his head, wearing a shit-eating grin. “And look. It turned out just like I planned.”
“Bullshit. You didn’t plan anything. You didn’t have time to.”
“Fine. I ad-libbed. Tell me it didn’t work out well.” He pulls me closer, kissing my neck.
Hunter looks concerned, though. “I hate the thought of you living in dumps like the one you described. You’re not safe in a place like that.”
“I always have my gun, and I make sure everybody knows I’m armed. Like if they accidentally try to open my door. Trust me. Nobody ever tries twice.”
“That’s my girl.” Ryker settles in, as does Hunter. I’m exhausted, sore, limp.
And happy. So, so happy. Happier than I should be when considering the entire situation. Being in bed with two fugitives, while I’m probably wanted, too.
I’m wanted by them, and that’s all that matters now. With the two of them sandwiching me, I need nothing else. The feeling of being whole again is akin to being wrapped in a warm blanket.
I fall asleep smiling.