“Oh, god, he’s so deep,” she gasps, teeth sinking into her lip.
Tristian, ever watchful, lays his hand on Rath’s shoulder and says, “Slow down, brother. Let him get in there.”
Their movements abate just enough for me to nudge around with the head of my cock, but I don’t push inside. Not until her eyes finally settle on mine, dazed and heavy. I watch every twitch of muscle in her face as I plant my heels, finally driving my dick up into her. The angle is difficult, but when it comes to her, I’m used to making do, stealing whatever I can grab and savoring it like a drug. I clutch her hips, dragging her closer as I slowly impale her on my cock.
Her jaw gapes open in a long burst of panted breaths, and I don’t say anything when her nails dig into my shoulders. “Killian,” she gasps, face screwing up. “I don’t—I don’t know if I can take—”
“Yes, you can,” I grit out, meeting Rath’s eyes over her shoulder. I can tell from the strained look on his face he’s feeling me in there, her body crowding us together, clutching onto us as we make her full.
Tristian’s hand is curled around the base of her neck, and he leans in to whisper dark, dirty encouragements into her ear. “Just breathe, sweetheart. He’s almost all the way in. I know Killer’s thick, but you were made for this. You were made to take them.”
She nods frantically, her nails stinging as they embed into my flesh. “Just…just let me…” She wriggles her little hips around, adjusting and rocking, until—
“Oh, motherfuck.” I still her, grunting as she bottoms out, and I barely have time to enjoy that overwhelmed look on her face before Tristian is ducking in to kiss her.
“So good,” he pants against her mouth, shoulder jerking as he fists himself. “So fucking good for us.”
She gulps in huge, fast breaths, her chest swelling and caving with each one. “I can’t believe I’m…it’s so much.”
“You look perfect,” Tristian says, and from the brush of his wrist against my thigh, I assume he’s giving Rath a tap. “They’re going to fuck you now, sweetheart. Ease down.” He pushes at her back and her elbows buckle, but when she collapses against my chest, I catch her, winding my arms around her back. Tristian pets her hair. “You don’t need to do a thing. Just let them do the work.”
With that, Tristian gives me and Rath the signal, nodding.
Rath’s the first to move, pulling his hips back and then surging forward. I hiss, because I feel it. Every fucking inch of his cock as it retreats and digs back, dragging against me through the wet wall of her pussy. She buries a soft noise into my throat, and I tighten my arms around her as I move my hips, only getting a couple inches of my cock out before driving it back into her.
Now, it’s Rath’s turn to hiss, our eyes meeting over her shoulder.
It takes a minute for us to fall into rhythm. His thrust, then mine. His, then mine. I know when he looks at me, he’s letting me set the pace, probably too lost in the tightness of her ass to trust himself with it. So I make it slow at first, indulging myself in her little cries against my neck as Rath and I take our turns fucking into her.
“What’s it like?” Tristian asks, and the low, guttural sound of his voice makes me look over, getting an eyeful of his fist sliding up and down on his cock.
“Better,” I pant, jerking her body down as my hips snap up. “Better than I expected.”
It’s quiet after that, nothing but our harsh breaths and Story’s strained cries as she holds on and takes it. And fuck, that’s exactly what she does. She takes it when the pace ratchets up, Rath following as my thrusts grow deeper, more pointed. His pupils are so dilated, they look black as they move from me to her ass, over and over, like he’s thinking, ‘If you could see this, you’d blow your load’。
And he’s probably right.
I think we’re all shocked when Story begins making those sounds.
They’re tense, sharp sounds, her hand slapping around until it finds something to claw into the crown of my hair. We’re shocked because we know those sounds. We’ve heard them against our ears as we fucked her, pushed into the air as we ate her pussy, buried into a pillow as we slammed into her from behind.
I give Rath a warning look.
Don’t you change a fucking thing.
Tristian edges closer to be a little more explicit about it. “Jesus Christ, she’s close.”
Rath looks like he’s barely clinging to sense, the line of his jaw so tense that he speaks through his teeth. “You gonna come on our dicks, baby?”