Monroe punched his hips up into me and hit my G-spot dead on. I moaned and blindly reached around for Alec, who’d gone still.
“Alec, fuck me already,” I ordered loudly enough that our neighbours three doors up would have heard.
“You’ve shocked him, sweet girl.” Monroe chuckled and moaned as his cock pulsed inside me. Through gritted teeth, he added, “He’s wondering where you’ve been hiding that filthy mouth of yours.”
I groaned. Frustrated at the delay, I took things into my own hands. I reached behind me and pushed my fingers against my hole, ready to stuff myself full. But Alec was there, moving my hand. I whimpered, and he leaned over me, pressing his front to my back. His heat made my mind go fuzzy. His shaft between my cheeks was the worst kind of tease.
Then he planted my hands on Monroe’s chest. I arched back, so full of Monroe. I slid forward, pulling off him almost to his crown. Then I pressed down again, filling myself with him. Desperation washed over me, and Monroe sucked in an unsteady breath. His body was vibrating with the restraint he was exercising.
Alec gripped my hips hard, stopping my movements. He swivelled his, notching his rigid shaft against my hole, and I cried out.
He growled, the noise a deep purr-rumble. “This is our hole, pretty girl. Ours to fuck and ours to own.”
He pushed forward, breaching me. His words lit me up, setting me on fire. The burn from the stretch was intense, but it quickly faded into a desperate chant for more. I tried to take what I needed by bucking my hips into him. But Alec wasn’t done. He nuzzled my nape and rumbled, “Ours to pump full of cum. You don’t need to fuck yourself unless we tell you to. Got it?”
I shoved back, trying to get closer at exactly the same time Alec punched his hips forward. He bottomed out.
I screamed.
He stilled.
My butt and kitty clenched tight, never wanting them to move. I was stuffed full, stretched beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.
I was addicted.
No, I was addickted.
My moan was choppy. I could hear the need, the begging that the fever dream I’d woken up in was true. It pulsed through me, making my core throb and an orgasm ratchet up to Dickcon 5 levels. Alec sucked in a deep breath. He rested his forehead on my nape and squeezed my hips before sliding his hands lower to land on my butt.
He slapped my cheek. My whole bottom jiggled, and I instinctively tightened around them. Sweet jelly babies. Sensation shot through me, and my breath caught.
Monroe and Alec moaned.
Alec did it again, spanking my other cheek.
I cried out, and my core pulsed, tightening around them.
“Tell us we can move, beautiful,” Monroe begged.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Move. Please.” I was beyond coherent sentences, down to singular words. I was sensation only. Charged electrons that zapped around my body, leaving me breathless.
“Fuck,” Alec ground out through gritted teeth. Then he moved, withdrawing to his crown and gliding his hips forward. Smooth, deep strokes inside me. With every inch he fed me, he caressed Monroe through my thin walls. We all cried out.
My toes curled. My brain went numb. Every nerve ending was set alight, my concentration focussed on the way they made love to me and each other.
My body was rippling around them, undulating as they owned me body and soul.
“Come, baby,” Monroe whispered, his fingers closing around my tight nipples. Sensation shot through me like he had a direct line to my clit.
I was right there. Just a hair’s breadth away from where I needed to be.
“Milk our cocks,” Alec ordered and slammed forward.
I crested. I floated weightless at the peak, like that split second on a rollercoaster before the ride gets out of control.
My orgasm hit. I screamed a silent curse.
I shattered in their arms, their cocks buried to the hilt in me.
