"You're taking him so well," Lucas murmured in my ear, his voice rough with desire. "Think you can take me too?" His fingers slid lower, teasing a place I hadn't explored before. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant, especially with the pleasure Dakota was creating inside me.
"I—I don't know," I admitted breathlessly, my rhythm faltering slightly at the new sensation.
"We'll go slow," Lucas promised, his fingers gentle as they continued their exploration. "If it's too much, just say so."
Dakota's hands tightened on my hips, stilling my movements momentarily. "Only if you want it," he rumbled, his dark eyes searching mine. "Never anything you don't want."
The care they both showed, even in the midst of such intense desire, made my heart swell. I nodded, curious and wanting despite my nervousness. "I want to try," I whispered. "Just... go slow."
Lucas pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his free hand reaching for something on the bedside table. I heard the snap of a cap, and then his fingers returned, slick and cool this time as they resumed their gentle exploration. Dakota distracted me with a particularly deep thrust that had me gasping, pleasure momentarily overwhelming the strange new sensation of Lucas's careful preparation. Between the two of them, they created a rhythm of pleasure that had me trembling, caught between Dakota's powerful thrusts and Lucas's gentle preparation. When Lucas finally slid one finger fully inside alongside Dakota, the strange fullness made me gasp, my body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the new sensation.
"That's it," Lucas murmured encouragingly, his lips trailing kisses along my neck. "Relax for us." His finger moved carefully, gradually preparing me as Dakota maintained a slow, steady rhythm beneath me. The combination of sensations was unlike anything I'd experienced before—strange and intense, but increasingly pleasurable as my body adjusted.
"More?" Lucas asked softly, his free hand caressing my breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak in counterpoint to the movements of his finger.
I nodded, beyond words as pleasure built within me. Lucas added a second finger alongside the first, the stretching burn gradually giving way to pleasure as I adjusted to the fullness. Dakota's hands steadied my hips, his dark eyes watching my face for any sign of discomfort as Lucas continued his careful preparation.
"You're doing so well," Lucas praised, his voice rougher than usual as his fingers worked alongside Dakota's length. "So perfect for us."
When Lucas finally deemed me ready, he withdrew his fingers, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. "Shh," he soothed, his hands gentle on my hips as he positioned himself behind me. "Just relax."
I felt the blunt pressure of him against me, so different from his fingers. For a moment, panic fluttered in my chest—it seemed impossible to accommodate them both. Dakota must have sensed my hesitation because his hand came up to cup my face, drawing my attention to him.
"Look at me," he rumbled, his dark eyes holding mine. "Breathe with me." His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, grounding me with his calm presence even as Lucas continued to press forward with careful patience.
"That's it," Lucas murmured against my shoulder, his voice strained with the effort of his control. "Just a little more."
The pressure built, a burning stretch that walked the line between pain and pleasure until suddenly Lucas slipped past the tight ring of muscle, seating himself partially inside me alongside Dakota. I gasped at the intense fullness, my body trembling between them as they both held perfectly still, giving me time to adjust.
"Okay?" Dakota asked, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it, his control visibly fraying at the edges. I nodded, unable to form words as my body adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of both of them inside me.
"So full," I whispered, my voice trembling as I adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. "Give me a moment."
They remained perfectly still, their bodies tense with restraint as they allowed me time to adapt to their combined presence. Dakota's hands stroked soothingly along my thighs while Lucas pressed gentle kisses across my shoulders, both of them murmuring soft encouragements.
"We've got you," Lucas breathed against my neck, his usual playfulness replaced by tender focus. "Just breathe."
Gradually, the burning stretch eased, pleasure beginning to replace discomfort as my body relaxed around them. I experimentally shifted my hips, drawing matching groans from both men.
"Ready?" Dakota asked, his dark eyes intense as they held mine, watching for any sign of discomfort.
I nodded, beyond words as sensation overwhelmed thought. "Yes," I finally managed to whisper, my hands finding purchase on Dakota's broad chest for stability.They began to move together, establishing a careful rhythm—Dakota thrusting up as Lucas withdrew, then Lucas pushing forward as Dakota pulled back. The counterpoint created a continuous sensation of fullness that had me gasping, overwhelmed by pleasure unlike anything I'd experienced before. The initial discomfort faded completely, replaced by waves of ecstasy that built with each coordinated movement.
"Gods," I moaned, my head falling back against Lucas's shoulder as they moved within me. "It's so—so much."
"Too much?" Dakota rumbled, his hands steadying my hips as he watched my face with careful attention.
"No," I gasped, amazed at how good it felt now that my body had adjusted. "Perfect. Don't stop."
Lucas's hands slid around to cup my breasts, adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations already coursing through me. "So good for us," he murmured against my ear, his voice rough with desire. "Taking both of us so perfectly."
Their movements became more coordinated as they found their rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Dakota's hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as Lucas's fingers found where Dakota and I were joined, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves with skilled precision. The dual stimulation—the fullness of them both inside me and Lucas's skilled fingers—quickly pushed me toward the edge. I could feel pleasure building, more intense than anything I'd experienced before, threatening to overwhelm me completely.
"I can't—" I gasped, trembling between them as the pressure built. "It's too much."
"You can," Dakota rumbled, his dark eyes intense as they held mine. "Let go for us, Vivian."
Lucas's fingers increased their pressure, his teeth grazing my shoulder as Dakota's thrusts became more forceful. "Come for us," Lucas urged, his voice a heated command against my skin. "Let us feel you."
