I expect him to laugh, or tease us both, but something in him must have moved this moment from playful to heated, because suddenly he's gripping my throat again and pushing into my ass. There's no gentle waiting period this time, not when he's already made me take him once. This time, he fucks into me with a single, hard thrust.
"Oh myGod," I gasp. I knew this would feel good because I've always enjoyed anal, but this isso much morethan I ever could have imagined. I've never felt as full as I do right now, or so desperate for the pleasure that I can already feel tingling in my body. It's like now that they're both inside me, my mind has been wiped clean of all thoughts but one: to be fucked into the orgasm of all orgasms.
As if sensing that, Aiden slowly pulls out and pushes back in. He waits until Max starts to move as well, and then he starts to time his thrusts to happen opposite his. They're never inside me at the same time, which I think is their way of gradually warming me up to the feeling of having both of them fill me. And when they feel me sigh with pleasure and sink into their touch, their pace starts to quicken.
"Play with her clit," Aiden tells Max in a tight voice.
Wordlessly, Max does as instructed. He lets go of my hip with one hand and presses his thumb directly on my clit, immediately settling in with the hard, fast circles he somehow already knows I like. It's enough to make a whimper slip from my mouth, because now I can feel my release bearing down on me. With Max fucking up into my pussy as he plays with my clit and Aiden punishing my ass, I'm about to be helpless in the face of this release.
Aiden’s hand comes around my neck, gripping my throat and pulling me up so I have to brace high on Max’s chest. I feel his lips press to my ear, though the sensation is a distant one.
With one hand around my throat and the other tightening on my hip, his thrusts start to intensify, every drive of his hips landing harder than the last. I start to pant in desperation.
“Want more, dirty girl?” he whispers. And the feel of his lips tickling my ear drives another bolt of pleasure through me, even before his words register.
“Yes, yes,yes,” I gasp.
There must be a silent communication between the boys because in the next second, their movements change. Instead of fucking me with opposite timing, they switch it up so they’re now filling me at the same time. When Aiden thrusts, Max does too.
And I’ve never in my life felt sofull.
Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with so much pleasure that there isn’t a sound I could make, a direction I could move, where I wouldn’t be completely helpless in the face of their passion. I merely give in and let myself be carried away by it.
Aiden must sense it too, because in the next second he growls into my ear, every bit the apex predator. "Enough playing. I want you coming on our cocks in the next thirty seconds or I'll put you on your knees and come on your face without letting you finish." Then he bites into the curve of my neck to hold me in place as his fucking becomes frenzied.
Fuck. Thirty seconds? I don't even need five.
Because his words and the feelings surrounding me are enough to push me over the edge.
Not push—drop kick.
I think I let out a scream but I'm not sure because I'm being pulled under by a rip tide of sensations. I'm being battered by them from every direction, and every time I think I've hit the peak, I get rolled over by another wave. And then another, and another, until all feeling has been ripped from my body and I feel like I can't breathe. Eventually I go limp, too tired to figure out up from down.
When the pleasure-high finally dies down, I realize the guys have already come, and are gently fucking me through the last of my world-ending orgasm. While Max's hands rub along my thighs, soothing me, Aiden has an arm wrapped around my middle so he can pull me back into his chest and lave sweet kisses along my neck and shoulder.
"Beautiful," he's murmuring. "You're so fucking beautiful.”
It's enough to make me drop my head back onto his shoulder and all but purr in contentment. He uses that as an opportunity to grip my jaw between his fingers and turn my face to his, to devour me with a kiss that's equal parts possessive and adoring.
"Perfect girl," he whispers, pressing a final, gentle kiss to my lips.
Then I'm being lifted off of Aiden—and Max—and being laid on the bed. Sleep tugs at my eyelids, but I'm conscious enough to recognize that Aiden is the one that brings a warm cloth over to wipe me clean, at the same time that Max appears in the doorway with a glass of water.
"Thank you," I croak, my throat still sore from what I assume was my screaming. He gives me a kind smile and then backs toward the door.
"I should get going," he mutters, aiming a nervous glance toward his best friend. But Aiden just claps him on the shoulder with a tired smile and gives him a nod, and then both of them are leaving the room together.
And I'm drifting off to the sleep to the memory of two boys giving me more pleasure than I ever could have imagined.
9
AIDEN
Dani: You up?
I let out a pleased chuckle at the text. Not just because of the message itself, but also because I secretly love the fact that she’s texting me only a day after I last saw her.
And that she texted first.