“I want both of you. At the same time,” I clarify, my voice frayed.
“So, one in your tight, little ass and the other in your perfect cunt?” Kai asks, nibbling my bare shoulder.
Shaking my head, I look up at Julian as I deliver my next sentence. “No, I mean both of you inside one hole.”
The effect is instantaneous. Julian stills for a moment, his lips parting as a ripple of heat sparks in his gaze. He takes my hand, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to my knuckles as a low, appreciative groan rumbles from his chest.
“Babe, as much as I’d love that, I don’t think you’d be able to take both of us without a little preparation first,” he says, his voice huskier now as his eyes drop pointedly between my legs.
Before I can respond, I feel Kai’s body tense behind me, his hips pressing forward as if drawn to me by instinct. He lets out a soft, choked moan, the sound vibrating against my skin. His hands tighten on my hips, and I can feel him, hard and insistent, against my back.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he murmurs, his voice wrecked, like the very thought of it has unraveled him.
Their reactions fuel me, a heady thrill coursing through my veins at how much power I seem to hold in this moment—how much I’ve set them off with just a single sentence. My usual submission feels far away, replaced by a boldness I didn’t know I could wield.
Julian’s grip on my hand tightens, his thumb brushing over my knuckles like he’s holding himself back.
“You really know how to drive a man wild, don’t you?” he says. His gaze drags over me in a way that makes me shiver.
Kai leans in closer, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “Tell me you’re serious,” he whispers, the need in his voice evident.
I tilt my head slightly, a smirk playing at my lips as I glance between them. “Oh, I’m serious,” I say, the confidence in my voice surprising even me.
And the way they look at me after that—the raw desire in their eyes—makes me feel unstoppable.
“There’s lube in the drawer,” Julian says. “And condoms?—”
“No,” I interrupt quickly. I know I’m about to ask something very big of Kai—something thatcouldhave repercussions. While I’m not fertile, as two years of trying and two rounds of IVF have proved, there’s still a possibility I could get pregnant. We’ve both been tested, so I’m not worried about that aspect, but asking him to fuck me without a condom is a lot to ask. Still… I want to feel him.
All of him.
“What’s up, pet?” Julian asks, running a hand over my bare stomach. I lift my head, watching as his fingers casually sneak between my legs, swiping my wetness farther down. My eyes nearly bug out when I see him swipe it over the dark pink head of Kai’s cock.
Kai shudders underneath me, and lets out a low groan at the contact, and all I know is that I need them both inside of me somehow.
“I don’t want to use a condom,” I admit.
Kai’s hands, which had just settled around my hips, go still. “Are you sure?” he asks, kissing my shoulder again.
I look up at Julian. “As long as we all agree to be safe… I don’t see the issue,” I say shyly. “And depending where Kai… is…” I trail off, cheeks heating. “I suppose there is still a chance I could get pregnant?—”
Kai groans underneath me, and his hands grip my hips tighter. “Fuck, Sophie. Don’t say things like that to me.”
My mouth pops open.Is he worried, or…?
“What?” I ask, my voice nearly a whisper.
“You have no idea how much that turns me on,” Kai murmurs, his grip tightening on my hips as he presses his body closer, holding my hips still as he thrusts up against my wetness. “The idea of fucking you bare… of filling you with my cum… it’s so fucking hot. I don’t care about the consequences right now, I just want to feel you.” His breath is heavy against my skin, clearly lost in the passion of the moment.
Looking up at Julian, I’m surprised to see him watching us with a soft expression. He takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine, bringing it to his lips.
“That’s fine with me. But I want her cunt today,” he tells Kai.
He crawls off the bed, walking to my bedside table and grabbing the bottle of lube we hardly ever use, except for anal.
My breathing hitches.
“Spread your legs, pet,” Julian says, climbing back onto the bed.
