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Cortland is gentle, and his hand comes to cup my face. Slowly, he slides his palm down my thigh, nudging my knees apart.

I resist. For a second.

Then I’m shifting on the couch and Storm grabs my ankles, extends my legs onto his lap, my thighs over his. One hand slides up my calf, but the other is still circled around his cock.

Cortland’s fingers come to my inner thigh, slipping up higher, under my shorts. I’m holding my breath, oblivious to what’s happening on TV.

“You okay?” Cort asks quietly, his lips against my ear.

I take a breath, see Storm’s eyes fixed on mine.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hands on Cortland’s forearm, draped around my chest.

Cortland kisses my cheek, and I lean back into him. Storm’s hand comes up higher. Until they’re both at the crease of my thigh. Even that sensation is almost overwhelming. And they’re not even there.

“Baby,” Cortland whispers against my ear. “If you want me to stop, tell me, okay?”

I open my mouth. Close it. My chest is heaving. Storm’s thumb brushes along my inner thigh and warmth runs through me as he stares at me.

“Are you okay with this?” I ask Cortland, tightening my grip on his forearm. I twist my head to look up at him and see him staring back at me.

He leans his head down, pressing his brow to mine. “I love that you want to know,” he says softly. “I love everything about you.”

Storm keeps brushing his thumb over my thigh, and Cortland’s hand is warm and comforting on my opposite one.

“I just thought...” Cort shrugs, nudging his nose against mine. “You might want to do it over.”

The pad of Storm’s finger circles my clit and I lean further back into Cortland, gasping as my knees fall to the sides, exposing me more fully. Cortland pushes into me, and I clench around him, staring up into his eyes, his arm still around my chest.

“Cortland,” I moan, and he slowly adds another finger and Storm keeps playing with my clit.

“You’re so needy, baby,” Cort whispers, his lips brushing mine. “You like him touching you?”

I dart a glance at Storm.

He’s still watching me.

My face flushes hot.

“Yes,” I answer honestly, looking back up at Cortland.

He tilts his head, kissing me so deep he steals my breath. But then Storm’s finger trails down my slit, and just as I tense, gasping into Cort’s mouth, Storm pushes a finger in too.

Three inside of me.

And they move together.

I’m trembling in Cortland’s arms and he runs his open mouth over mine. “You’re amazing,” he whispers as he and Storm finger fuck me in tandem. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” My words are whispers, and I just want to give in to this. I want to melt, but I don’t want to fuck up whatever is happening with me and Cortland. Not after he said it was over with Maya.

“Shh, baby. Let yourself go. I won’t be mad.”

The couch shifts and Storm is crawling over me, up my body. I turn my gaze to him, see his face inches from mine, his hand between us, still fingering me alongside Cort.

“He won’t be mad,” he echoes Cortland’s words. He drops his head to mine, and his breath smells like peppermint and marijuana. “And he’s right, Remi.” He tilts his head, so his lips are angled over mine but he doesn’t kiss me. “You do feel fucking amazing.”

“Spread your legs wider, baby,” Cortland whispers in my ear.

I do, and Storm is on his hands and knees over me, dwarfing my body while Cort does the same behind me, me in his lap. I can feel Cortland’s erection against my ass.

And I wonder how this ends. How I’ll feel afterward.

But in the moment, I don’t care. I just want it.

Slowly, Cortland pulls his fingers out of me and I almost gasp with the release. But then he holds his index and middle finger between me and Storm, who pulls back a little.

In the glow from the TV, I see the slickness of me as Cort spreads his fingers.

I open my mouth, almost expecting him to push them down my throat. But he brings them to Storm’s lips instead.

My heart nearly stops.

Still fingering me, adding his own middle finger to his index, making me whimper, Storm opens his mouth.

And sucks the taste of me off of Cortland, his pale blue eyes never leaving mine.

My mouth drops open.

Cortland pulls his fingers out, then brings them to my lips.

Storm leans in again, his brow to mine. Then his lips hover above my own, Cortland’s fingers between us.

Storm moves his out of me, running his entire palm down my slit, then back up again.

I shiver and he dives down, his mouth crashing into Cortland fingers and pressing them against my lips. We’re kissing and tasting me and him and Cortland groans beneath me as mine and Storm’s tongues clash over his fingers.

“Can I fuck you baby?” Cortland asks in my ear, his voice full of need.

Storm’s tongue flicks against mine as he runs his hand down me one more time. Storm starts sucking on Cort’s fingers again as he stares at me and I lean in, my mouth touching his as I get an idea.

“Fuck him,” I whisper, to Cortland, a smile pulling on my lips. “Fuck him and?—”

Cortland grips my jaw, turning my head to face him while Storm laughs quietly, pulling his mouth from Cortland’s fingers. “Shh, baby. You’re drunk.” He laughs, knowing I’m not and he must be, then he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Maybe another night.”

Storm moves his hand, sits back by my thighs, lifting them onto his lap again.

“For now, why don’t you go sit on his lap, baby?” Cortland whispers in my ear.

I tense, my hands fisting on my thighs. “Cort, I don’t wanna?—”

“Hey, shh, baby. You’re not gonna make me mad. I trust you. I trust him.”

I swallow, staring at Storm, his hand back around his cock, stroking himself.

“I promise I won’t be mad,” Cort says. “Just this one time. Just with him.”

Storm extends his free hand, offering it to me.

“Go on, baby,” Cort says, brushing his lips over my neck. “Go sit on his lap.”

My pulse skyrockets, but slowly, I take Storm’s hand.

He pulls me over to his lap, and Cortland slaps my ass as I crawl over to his best friend.

With tense limbs, I straddle Storm, my hands on his hard shoulders, his smooth skin.

He stares at me, his hand pulling his cock from his shorts as he slips down his boxers. He starts to stroke himself.

I glance at Cortland.

He’s got his hand tucked behind his head, his bicep flexed as he watches me, one hand palming his cock through his shorts. His eyes are on mine.

“Make this worth it, baby,” he says in the dark.

I turn to Storm, and his hand comes to my ass, slipping under my shorts.

“Dirty little wolf,” he whispers, his blue eyes gleaming.

“Help me out.” He glances down at his cock, releasing himself, and grabbing my outer thigh, yanking me closer, so his cock is against my slit, only the thin cotton barrier of my shorts between us.

I curl my fingertips into his shoulder, my breath leaving me.

Storm leans down, pressing his brow to mine. “Ride me, Remi.”

His grip on my ass is bruising, and I start to shift my hips, wanting to feel the friction of him between my thighs.

It feels so good, his cock thick and long beneath me as I brush my slit against him, desperate for my shorts to shift to the side so I can feel his skin on mine.

But it feels wrong, too, and I glance over at Cortland, only to see him stroking his own cock now, bare beneath his fingers, biting his lip as he watches me. “Go ahead, baby. Get dirty.”

I turn back to Storm, and I move faster, whimpering as I do.

He smiles up at me, his eyes glassy. “Good girl.”

I grind faster against him, his hands on my hips, then the couch shifts and Cortland is behind me, running his palm down my back, pulling my shirt up to my neck. His hand comes to my belly then, over my shoulder, and he pulls my cami up, past my tits, exposing me to Storm.

Storm’s eyes dip down, his nostrils flare, that nose ring gleaming in the light from the TV at my back.

His hand comes to my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper. Cortland trails kisses down my back, on his knees behind me.

Storm’s eyes come back to mine as he pulls his lip between his teeth, my thighs aching as I keep grinding against him, desperate for that strip of cotton on my shorts to move to the side. “You wanna make me come?” Storm whispers.

I tighten my arms around his neck, and he drops his hand from my breast to my shorts.

He shoves them to the side as Cortland wraps his hand around the back of my neck.

I moan at the sensation of Storm’s hard cock touching my pussy. I ride him faster, my clit swelling as it brushes against him.

“Yes,” I answer Storm, staring into his eyes, my face red, but I don’t care. He feels so hot and so hard and so good and with Cortland’s hand on my neck and his kisses on my back, I’m drowning in sensation.

“Wrap your hands around my throat,” Storm commands me, his words quiet.

My eyes widen and I almost stop moving, Storm’s hand on my thigh, one going behind his head, like Cortland was, almost lazily as he watches me.

Cortland laughs against my neck. “Don’t stop now, baby.”

I keep moving my hips, panting, my wetness all over Storm’s dick. Slowly, I wrap my hands around Storm’s throat, and I feel him swallow. Feel the tendons in his neck as he watches me, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Choke me, Remi.”

I tighten my hold, using his neck as leverage as I dry fuck him.

“Choke me hard.”

My fingers curl tighter around his throat and I move faster as Cortland keeps kissing me, his own hand shifting from the back of my neck to wrap around my own throat.

“You’re stronger than that,” Storm says. “ Harder, Remi.”

I do as he said, pressing my thumbs against his windpipe. Cort’s own hand tightens around me too, and the pressure builds in my head as I ride Storm faster, desperate for my own release.

“That’s it, little wolf,” Storm manages to whisper, my nails digging into his skin. “Such a good fucking girl.”

His breath hitches, and he grows hotter beneath me.

I angle my hips, tilting my pelvis, wanting to feel him down the entirety of me.

But then I feel pressure, and I know I should freeze as Storm’s cock crowns my entrance.

But I don’t. I keep going, lowering my hips and gasping as Storm is inside of me, stretching me.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I’m so fucking full with him but panic tears through me, too.

I look down at Storm inside of me, and Cortland’s hand knots in my hair, his grip so tight I can’t breathe. “You’re a bad girl, Remi,” he whispers in my ear. “So fucking bad.”

Storm’s eyes are on me and his head is leaned back as he groans again. “Don’t make her stop,” he pleads, his voice rough.

I take a breath, waiting for Cortland’s permission even as I shift my hips. His grip in my hair is painful, but he says, “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” He kisses my neck, murmuring to Storm, “But don't you dare finish inside of her.”

My heart skips a beat. But I don’t let go of Storm and I don’t stop as I hear him groan my name. He grabs my hip, hauling me off of him as he whispers, “Fuck,” and I see him coming beneath me, hot cum against my thigh, on his stomach, white and creamy on my skin, starker against his tan.

My breath is caught in my throat, then my eyes nearly roll back in my head as my own orgasm pulses through me while I grind against him, and I loosen my grip on Storm’s throat. His hands come to my neck, covering Cortland’s on me, and they’re both choking me so hard I can barely breathe.

But I don’t want to in the moment.

I just want this feeling, my pussy hot and wet as warmth builds tighter in my core and releases, shattering through me as I moan Cortland’s name, barely a whisper as tight as they’re gripping my throat.

As the orgasm leaves me, I collapse onto Storm’s chest, panting, and they release their hold on me, letting me breathe.

Cortland pulls my hair back from my face, over my shoulder as he kisses me and Storm is catching his breath beneath me, his hand on my hips, one running down my spine. “Good girl, Remi,” he whispers, and I inhale his leather scent, my eyes closed.

“Get on your knees,” Cortland speaks in my ear. “Get on your knees while you look up at him, and I’m gonna fuck you too.”

I press my palms to Storm’s shoulders, picking my head up. In one quick movement, he scoops me up, hands under my ass, taking us to the edge of the couch. He rests against the arm of it, his legs out, and I position my knees on either side of his hips.

“Arch your back, baby,” Cortland whispers, coming to the couch, one foot on the ground, knee against the back of the couch, his hand smoothing down my spine.

I arch my back, swallowing hard, thankful for the low light and the fact the movie ended, just dark credits rolling in the living room.

Cortland nudges my shorts aside.

My hands are planted on either side of Storm’s hips, and he cups my face in his hands, staring at me.

“You okay?” he whispers.

I nod as Cortland circles his cock around my entrance, and I whimper, Cortland’s hand still comforting on my back.

Slowly, Cort pushes into me, stretching me, and Storm’s brows pull together, his full lips tugging down to a frown.

“Poor baby,” he whispers, running his thumbs over my lips. “Being used never felt so good, huh?”

For a second, with those words, my throat closes up.

I stiffen, and Cortland pulls out, pushes back into me, groaning as he does. He leans over me, one hand still on my ass, but his chest comes to my back, stretching me further with that angle.

“Tell Storm to shut the fuck up, baby,” he says softly in my ear. “No one is using you.” He kisses my cheek, runs his lips down my jawline, and Storm turns my head, dropping one hand, so Cort’s lips touch my own. “We’re treasuring you, baby.”

My chest tightens with those words, and I relax, letting him hit deeper, harder, my body jostling over Storm’s, one of his hands still on my face, the other coming to my breast, palming me, holding me in place even as Cort thrusts hard into me.

But he’s gentle enough, and Cortland keeps trailing kisses over my shoulder, the back of my neck, my name leaving his lips in soft moans.

“Goddamn, Remi, you’re so good at letting me love you.”

With that word, love , my pulse flutters, and Cortland’s fucking me harder, making it difficult to stay upright. I drop my head against Storm’s chest, and he smooths back my hair, running a palm down my shoulder.

“So, so good,” he whispers.

I can tell Cort is close, the way he thrusts deeper, faster, then he’s groaning my name, a guttural sound as he finishes inside of me, bowing his head over my spine then dropping down on top of me, slowly pulling out as he does.

I go to my belly, sliding my legs down, and my head is in Storm’s lap, his shorts covering himself.

Cortland collapses on me, and we lay there spent, exhausted, as Storm runs his hands through my hair.

When I twist my head to look up at Cortland, I see Storm has a hand in his hair too.