Page 194 of Craving Consequences
I think I make a sound, or Lachlan does.
It’s weak and panicked as my body gives zero resistance to the new invasion. As it welcomes the raw burn of two penises. Even the pain is a weird welcome I know I will regret once I fall from this high.
“Fuck, look at you,” Van groans in the most deliciously hot rumble that has my pussy sucking him deeper. “Took me right in like your greedy hole is meant to. We’re going to stay in you like this once I cum. Going to cork your cunt, keep our seed in. You’re giving us a baby, Everly. Then another and another.”
I shouldn’t find that threat so alluring. So arousing. If having those babies means this, I will give them as many as they want.
Delirious and frenzied, I reach down and cup the taut, flexing muscles of his backside and pull him deeper. Grind him harder against the semi flaccid cock still wedged in place. I once again wish I had the use of both hands, but one gets the point when Van wiggles deeper, bottoming out and sending my head back on Lachlan’s shoulder with a strangled cry.
Van snarls something unintelligible as I clench around him.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it,” he pants. “Fuck ... don’t stop.”
I roll and grind with every downward motion. I clench my muscles with the upward pull that has both men hissing through their teeth.
“God, you need to stop or I’m going to tear your little cunt when I get hard again,” Lachlan warns, hands bruising my waist.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Van huffs, eyes half closed in pure, unadulterated bliss. “You wanted this. Wanted your cunt stretched and full.”
He’s not wrong.
Nor do I care.
The pain twisting his features, the sweat plastering his hair to his temples, the way he’s trembling as I torture him ... let them rip me. I’ll die happy.
“Lachlan?”
Beneath me, the man breathing hard against my shoulder turns his face into my neck. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
With my good hand, I reach down and dislodge one of his from my waist. I drag it down to tuck between my thighs.
“Make me cum.”
I hear his low, tormented,“God...”and smirk. I don’t think I’m too obvious about it, but I catch Van’s proud little grin.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, driving harder, faster.
I clench my muscles and meet every thrust. Meet every flick of Lachlan’s finger on my clit as he pants into my skin and joins the race. His hips lift, hesitant. Careful. Like he’s trying so hard not to participate, but his dick is swelling. There’s definitely less room. Less space as Van’s strokes slow with the effort and I feel the stretch. The pull. It’s not quite pain, but it’s enough to still my movements.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Lachlan hisses.
Van grunts. “Easy.” He warns, big hands moving to my hips to steady me. “She’s full, Lach. Don’t move.”
Lachlan groans through his teeth. “I’m trying. Hurry the fuck up!”
Van frowns, but his voice is soft when he speaks. “You good, baby?”
Swallowing, I nod. “Don’t stop.”
I feel his hesitation, but it’s only a second before he’s bracing his hands on either side of our heads. Digging his fingers into the mattress as he ups his thrusts. Between our bodies, Lachlan flicks faster. His voice is raw and pleading as he begs me to cum.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Let go.”
The tremor in his voice pushes me closer. His desperation, the flex and bulge of his muscles as he strains against his own urges. Something about his torment, about the way his hips stutter and his heels dig restlessly into the mattress pushes me over.
I shatter with a cry torn from the very pit of my chest. It tears through the violence crashing through my body, blocking out all else as my legs lock. My thighs tremble. My walls fist around both men as I clasp them greedily deep in my core.
Overhead, Van curses as my release soaks him. Triggers his. Lachlan moans a sweet, pained whimper of relief as he twitches inside me and cums again. The relief of them going down fans through my sore channel.
