“Mm-hmm…” I push back with my hips, meeting Dmitri’s next thrust.
“Touch that pretty hole for me, Dmitri.”Gage’s order is rough.I wonder if he’s touching himself.He’s at work, so probably not.But I’ll imagine he is.
Dmitri reaches between us, sliding his fingers over my slick folds and the place we join.He brings his hand back around and rubs his slippery thumb over my asshole.
I instinctively clench, fighting the intrusion.
Gage’s voice penetrates my discomfort.“Let him in, baby girl.”
“Push out, baby.”Dmitri presses a thick finger inward.
“Oh god oh god oh god…” I whimper.
“God can’t help you now.”Dmitri pushes harder.
It’s impossibly tight, and it stings, and then—I feel full.Uncomfortable, but aroused.
“Nice job, baby.”Dmitri leans forward and kisses my shoulder.“Gage, this is fucking magical.She’s squeezing my thumb and dick so fucking tight.”
Whimpers and whines come from my throat, unbidden.
“It could be both of us.”Dmitri increases the pace of his thrusting.“One of us in your tight little ass, the other in your pretty pussy.Would you like that, Leah?Do you want to come on two cocks instead of one?”
That would involve Gage actually fucking me.And yeah, I want that more than anything.
“Tell us, little girl.”Gage sounds fierce.
“Yes—yes, I want that.”The words are raw and pleasure-soaked.
“You’ll get it,” Gage says.
Is that a promise?Will he fuck me with Dmitri?My heart soars even as my core tightens.
Every one of Dmitri’s thrusts is a brutal, beautiful blaze, surging through my pussy.He continues fucking my ass with his finger, a taboo invasion.I feel dirty and defiled and treasured all at the same time.Knowing that Gage is watching stokes my pleasure higher.
Knowing he’ll join in soon?Even better.
“Touch your clit, baby.”Dmitri thrusts hard to punctuate the order.“Come on us.Come now.”
I can’t help but obey.Two touches on my clit is all it takes.My body seizes, overcome with liquid pleasure, liquid desire flooding my limbs.
“Gage—Dmitri!”My screams echo up the stairs and through the hall.I rock back against Dmitri, my movements erratic.
He shouts something incomprehensible.He slams hard three, four, five more times before locking his hand on my hip, holding himself still while his cock pulses within me.
“That’s our girl.Well done, Leah.”Gage’s voice sounds far away.It’s because Dmitri is carefully easing out of me and jostling the phone.Gage adds, “I would hold her, if I were there.”
“I’m getting to it.”Dmitri hands me the phone.“I’m getting some paper towels, baby girl—I’ll be right back.”
I ease down to sit on my side, careful not to get any of our mess on the stairs.
I hold the phone up and offer Gage a smile.My own face shows in the phone screen in a smaller rectangle.My braids are coming undone.My cheeks are flushed, and so is my neck and upper chest.I look well and truly fucked.“I wish you were here.”
“I do, too.”His dark eyes are soft behind his glasses.“I want to hold you.”
“I want that, so bad.”
“You can have it.”Gage clears his throat.For the first time, he appears apprehensive, uncertain.“Tell me you’re coming home soon.”
