But it wasn’t enough.
Without warning the men, I pulled away, expelling them from my body and straightening. Their mingled sounds of confusion was ignored by me when I reached for the elastic waistband of Nero’s bottoms and yanked them to his knees. I climbed over him, digging my knees into the lumpy cushions on either sides of his hips. My fingers anchored into the headrest behind him, holding tight until I was stable.
Nero met my eye, our faces inches apart as I hovered over him. The warm hazel reflected the fire I knew blazed within him, the very same hunger I’d witnessed the night before. When his palms slipped over my waist and across my lower back, I shivered.
“I want you both inside me,” I rasped.
My response was the condom Davien passed Nero from over my shoulder. The other man accepted without taking his eyes off my face. He never blinked, not even when he rolled the rubber down over his shaft.
“It’s going to hurt,” he warned quietly. “It’ll hurt more if you take us both without stretching.”
I’d considered that earlier when getting myself worked up looking at images. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew it would. But I was determined.
“I know,” I whispered. “But I still want it.”
His gaze left mine for a flick of a second to peer at the man over my shoulder. The two seemed to communicate without a word shared between them.
“If it’s what you want, we will, but you have to tell us if it’s too much,” Davien said at last.
Promising that I would, I braced myself. I let them maneuver me into position. Nero slid in first, easing past the entrance of my vagina with a gradual gentleness. The familiar feel of him returning home had us both hissing in unison. I gripped the back of the armchair and used it as leverage to lift and plunge my hips over him again and again, enjoying the slow build of my climax with every scrap of my clit along the length of his shaft.
“Now,” I panted, glancing back to where Davien stood watching my ass, a rock-hard erection gliding against his palm. “I won’t last much longer.”
He didn’t disappoint. A fresh trickle of lube was drizzled down the crease of my backside, running over and down the place I was connected to Nero. I knew it was staining his pants and the cushion under us, but no one else seemed upset about it. Davien teased the puckered opening, circling it with the pad of his thumb, working the slippery liquid inside with gentle prods. I fought not to react, not to flinch every time the unused muscle was poked. Beneath me, I could feel Nero watching my face, searching for hint of discomfort, but he didn’t stop Davien when the thick head of his penis aligned with my back entrance.
“Deep breath, baby,” he murmured quietly, warm breath washing over my chin and cheeks.
I sucked in a breath and held it as Davien nudged the opening a couple of times, testing its resistance. His hands joined Nero’s at my hips, cutting ten strips into my skin as he pulled me down onto him.
The ring of my opening gave easily to stretch over and around his head. I sobbed at the burst of pressure. My entire body heaved at the unfamiliar sensation, reflexively urging me to dislodge him.
“Easy,” Davien whispered, gripping me in place. “Almost there.”
The rest of him wasn’t so easy. His length squeezed through my channel, expanding a place that wasn’t made to be expanded, making home against the cock already buried in my body, demanding space where there was none. He felt hot and thick, the circumference of his size leaving a burning trail in its path. The pain made me want to abort mission. I wanted to call quit and ask them never to do that again. It was on the tip of my tongue when Nero leaned up and captured my lips.
I hadn’t realized I’d pinched my eyes shut until I was blinking them open, releasing the tears. They splashed down my cheeks to join the others I hadn’t felt trickling free.
“We’re in,” he murmured to me gently. “Want to stop?”
I started to say yes, but a faint part of me caught the words, we’re in and my brain latched onto that knowledge with the realization that … they were in. they were both settled completely into place. I was full and stretched, and, despite the unbearable stinging, I had them inside me.
A weak, wet laugh escaped me. I sniffled and peered down into Nero’s face with a wobbly grin. He returned it by tenderly sweeping a lock of hair behind my ear.
Davien leaned over my back and peppered my shoulder blades with a scattering of light kisses. “Okay?”
I swallowed, my throat absent of all moisture. “Yeah,” I whispered. “It hurts … a lot, but no turning back now.”
“We can stop,” Davien insisted.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to. I’ve wanted this since…” I immediately broke off, realizing how close I’d been to admitting it had been me on Halloween all those years ago. “I’ve wanted this a really long time,” I finished lamely. “Please don’t stop.”
Nero shifted first. He pumped his hips up to meet me. The drive, albeit slow, sent a spark of fire scattering up my spin. His cock nudged Davien’s through the thin membrane separating them, moving him, agitating my raw channel.
I whimpered.
Nero studied my face, assessing and analyzing my every emotion with his second thrust. On the third, Davien joined him. It was clear they’d done this before. They each knew what the other would do before it happened. They moved in perfect synchronicity, taking turns pulling in and out in fluid motion. When Davien pulled, Nero pushed. In no time, they had a rhythm, an effortlessly timed dance that lured my body into participating. My hips shifted, lifting and falling to meet each of them. Their quiet murmurs of encouragement, their every groan in my ear was a drug I couldn’t get enough of. When Davien reached around and skimmed my clit, I came undone. My body shattered into a million pieces of splintered glass.
“Fuck!” My half snarl, half scream sank into Nero’s shoulder with my teeth.
I came with a vicious ferocity that all but ripped me in two. My muscles fisted both men hard enough to still their thrusting. Hands and cocks fought to keep me pinned when I convulsed, losing all control of my limbs. Davien shoved himself in the rest of the way, triggering a rollercoaster of agony that swept me into a second tidal pool of sheer, mindless ecstasy.
“I’m coming!” I wailed into Nero’s shoulder, half mad as a second wave roared up over me. “Don’t stop! I’m coming again. Shit!”
They didn’t.
Nothing after that was gentle. They pounded into me with a savage force I knew would leave bruises in the morning. They slammed into me, driving themselves to join me over my third cliff.
They came with violent howls and snarls. Davien sank his teeth into my shoulder, breaking skin but I felt nothing, except the pulsing of my vagina and ass still stretched around their flaccid penises, and the overwhelming exhaustion that draped over me like a velvet cloud.
Davien withdrew first, his absence leaving a hot path of fire in its wake. My body immediately closed back up, partially relieved to have him out. I heard him pad to the kitchen, heard the snap of rubber being removed, the water running. But I kept my cheek on Nero’s shoulder, eyes closed. I let his rough palms glide across my sweaty back in loving strokes.
“Mia?”
“Mm?” I mumbled, feeling myself drifting.