I was flying. Soaring above the entire world.
And then Link pressed in harder. His mouth demanded more, and he tightened his grip on my chin as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.
I had no choice but to yield, and to kiss back with the intensity of a million fans demanding a sequel. I leaned intohim for all I was worth, and everything else fell away except for Elliot’s hot touch. That plus Link’s kiss…
There was no more incredible way to be captured.
“Maybe I should be the one watching.” Elliot’s words wove into the moment rather than shattering it.
Link pulled back, and I sighed.
“But I’m not very good at going hands-off,” Elliot glided his hand down my stomach, to tease the waistband of my panties. “And I do like to make you come.”
I gasped at the spark that filled me when he brushed his fingers over my pussy. His touch made the moment more vivid, and at the same time added to the dream-like shell that made this world ours alone.
Link shoved my tank top up, and brought his mouth to my breast. When he wrapped his lips around a nipple, I arched into the sensation. Where was I supposed to focus? His tongue or Elliot’s fingers, teasing along my clit?
Orgasm enveloped me from nowhere, stealing my breath and thoughts, sending me spinning into incredible sensations, and leaving me hoarse from screaming, when Elliot eased up on his attentions.
I was still catching my breath when Link moved his mouth back to mine.
“I want to watch you ride me.” It was a command, not a request. He gripped my hips and rolled with both of us.
With me straddling his waist, the size difference was distinct. Suddenly every meme and joke on the internet about size differences in partners was far more personal. He yanked the crotch of my panties aside, leaving a burn of friction in his wake, and teased the head of his cock along my slit.
When he paused with a frown, my disappointment was real.
“Fuck. Condom,” he muttered.
“I don’t care.” I needed himnow. As I raised myself up, I wrapped my fingers along his shaft.So big. Birth control don’t fail me now. When I lowered myself onto his cock, the stretch hurt so good. I took my time sliding down, loving the way his groan mingled with mine.
With Link buried inside me, I had to pause. Adjust to the girth. Appreciate how incredible this felt.
Elliot pressed into my back. “Don’t mind me. Just enjoying the show.” He nipped my neck. Further down, his erection met my skin. The way he slipped against my body was half him jerking off, half-him humping me.
And that made this all hotter.
Link moved his hands to my hips, and matched my rhythm as I rode him. Each time I came down, he struck something deep inside, and it felt amazing.
From behind me, Elliot’s grunts grew more intense. Matching our pace. Pulling up my desire.
Link increased the pace until he was slamming inside me. This time, climax lingered just out of reach. Taunting me. Daring me to want one more orgasm.
When Link slid his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts, when he dragged his gaze over me and muttered my name over and over, as if in worship, the dam broke inside me. Pleasure crashed through me. I gripped his wrists, holding his hands in place, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline.
A warm spurt hit my back, and another, as Elliot came. The sensation, hot against my flushed skin, drew out my orgasm, and I clenched around Link until it ached. I never wanted this to stop.
“Fuck. Fallyn.” The way Link grunted my name was incredible. He slammed harder and harder, and then stalled. With another long groan, he spilled inside me.
The intensity in the room slowed, but it didn’t fade. It continued to wrap us in a bubble, even as we lay there, trying to find our breath, none of us speaking. Even when Elliot left to get a warm washcloth and clean me off, before we crashed into bed again, he was silent.
I had no doubt I’d sleep now. I was safe between these two. Especially Link. He would save me from the world. Even Elliot didn’t feel threatening.
At least, not in the way he probably should. I was terrified of slipping further into whatever this was, and letting myself believe the three of us had more than sex. We didn’t. Especially not with Elliot. I saw those whispers of what I witnessed in other men, and I had to keep my heart away from him, no matter what secrets we all shared with each other.
A scared little voice inside me askedwhat if it’s too late. If I let myself feel more, if I admitted I already did, this could hurt me more than anything ever had.
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