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Calloused palms spread my cheeks impossibly wider before warm liquid coats my twitching hole.

Justin works two fingers into my ass and twists them this way and that, rubbing up against Remi’s cock in my cunt. I jerk and shudder at the sensation. I snap my hips in a building frenzy, already right on the brink.

Remi grunts and holds me tight, responding to my desperation and Justin touching himthroughme.

"Slow," Justin says with an open palm flat at the base of my spine. He slows our hips to a crawl.

"I want you both in my pussy," I beg, well aware that I swore we'd never do that again.

Remi doesn't stop his slow thrusting, but Justin grips my chin and tugs my face back to look at him.

"Are you sure, baby girl?"

What a fucking ridiculous question. I'm almost blinded by how badly I need it. Colors swirl before my eyes, and I nod my head before finding my voice.

"Green. I'm so green."

Justin doesn't need any more convincing than that.

Thick, dexterous fingers slide into my cunt alongside Remi’s throbbing dick. He uses the blunt pads of his fingertips to strum against my walls in counterpoint to Remi’s fluid strokes, setting me aflame from the inside out.

“PLEEEEEEEASE!” I cry, long past the point of pride.

I left it, along with my clothes, on the floor in the hallway.

I'm so needy it hurts.

No.

It doesn't hurt. It's torture.

With every graze of my clit against the hard ridges and coarse hair of Remi’s stomach, I teeter between the brink of rapture and insanity. Yet every time I open my eyes, convinced I'm on the verge of combustion, I find Remi’s gaze in the haze of delirium and his sheer trust and vulnerability makes me bear down and ask for more.

"Please!"

“Okay,” Justin promises. “We’re gonna stuff you full of our cocks. That’s what you want. Such a needy little girl."

Justin shuffles up behind me, kisses my shoulder and lines his dick up next to Remi’s. Remi freezes on a gasp, trembling, keeping himself on that razor sharp knife's edge, whispering out number "seven."

"We're done playing, loves. Let me see you come."

Then with one hand on his cock and one hand on me, Justin presses inside, so he’s sharing the same space and the same breath as the man we love.

I don't orgasm so much as stopnotorgasming. It crests over me like an explosion, a dozen denied releases converging until my back bows and even the cries of the men surrounding me and inside of me are no longer enough to keep me touching the earth.

The last thing I hear before my orgasm steals my ears is Remi crying that he loves us and Justin promising that from this moment on, everything will be okay.

* * *

This iswhat it is when your Dominant pulls pleasure from the pain. It's terrible, and beautiful, and makes you weep in jumbled up happiness. You float in a haze of your own making, the sub buzz filling your ears and making your fingers numb.

Then you wake up in the arms of the men you love; clean, safe, and happy for the first time in months.

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REMI

New Year’s Eve…