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My body goes limp on Ian, and reality starts to slip back into my consciousness, and Mitch’s command to Ian becomes clearer.

“Hold it in, Fuckboy!” Mitch grunts, his dick still in my ass. “I swear to God, Ian, your ass will never recover if you bust your nut right now.”

“You’re not helping,” Ian whimpers, Mitch’s hand still wrapped around his neck.

As the world starts to right itself, I feel sorry for the poor bastard. The rush of heat I felt was for sure a sign that he had already failed to comply with Mitch’s demand to hold it in.

“Sorry,” I mutter, taking shaky breaths.

“She’s back,” Mitch laughs, letting go of Ian. “We lost you there for a second. I told you we wouldn’t let you drown.”

“What are you sorry for?” Ian asks, brushing sweaty hair out of my face.

“I felt you cum,” I say, looking up at him and his big ass grin on his face.

“That wasn’t me, sweetheart. That was all you,” Ian says. “Look at all that attitude dripping down my cock,” he laughs, clearly struggling to hold in his own release.

“Me?” I ask, confused.

“All you. Making you squirt is one thing I get to check off my bucket list,” Mitch says with such pride and admiration.

“Please, for the love of God. Don’t. Move,” Ian begs.

His arms wrap around me as they are both still inside of me, and we lay there for a moment while I catch my bearings.

Mitch slowly pulls out of my ass, then lifts my body just enough for Ian to drop out of me. I hiss as the absence of Ian inside me makes me ache and feel just how swollen my poor pussy is after the beating it took.

I open my eyes, and the room spins, my energy depleted and my muscles spent. Ian holds me tighter as he sucks in a gasp and moans in my ear, and I look down to find his cock halfway down Mitch’s throat, sucking off my cum.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum,” Ian moans, but Mitch immediately stops.

“Flip,” Mitch demands, rising to his feet and heading to the bathroom.

“So fucking bossy,” Ian says, gently rolling back around until I’m on my back, and he repositions himself on his knees, leaning over me. He smiles, brushes a sweaty strand of hair out of my face, and kisses me softly.

Mitch returns with a fresh condom and climbs on the bed to kneel behind Ian, squiring a decent amount of lube down Ian’s ass. Unable to wait any longer, Mitch takes a deep breath and lines himself up with Ian’s perky ass.

“What, no prep?” Ian says, looking around at Mitch, who looks back with a sadistic glint in his eye. I’ve seen that look before. I’ve been a willing victim to that look before. My pussy throbs just remembering all the things Mitch has done to me with that look in his eyes.

Mitch grabs Ian by the hips, “Breathe bitch,” and pulls him back, sliding into him in one push. I watch with wide eyes, completely captivated as Mitch bottoms out inside Ian; the moan he lets out is deep and guttural, so foreign in a way, but yet it sounds so familiar.

“Fuuuck,” Ian groans out at the intrusion but makes no effort to stop Mitch’s thrusts.

Mitch loses control, slamming into him without mercy or hesitation. Ian’s moans turn into low, desperate cries as he grabs onto me like a lifeline and buries his face in my tits. I tangle my hands in his hair and hold onto him as Mitch plows into him, rocking both of our bodies.

I slip my hand down his abdomen and grip his cock, stroking him as rhythmically as I can to Mitch’s thrusts. His cock throbs in my hand, pulsating with need. His jaw clenches, his muscles tense, and I lean in, my lips pressing against his ear as I stroke him, “I do need you, Ian. I can’t believe I ever thought I didn’t.”

Ian’s breath catches in his throat at my words, and his eyes shoot up to mine. I feel his heart racing against my chest. His eyes flicker down to where my hand is still wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with Mitch’s thrusts.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hips bucking forward, driving himself deeper into my grip. “I’m going to cum.”

“Wait,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire.

His eyes snap up to meet mine, and in that moment, I see a hunger in his gaze that takes my breath away. I wiggle my body down under him until my pussy is lined up with his leaking cock. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull my hips up, burying his cock to the hilt into my sensitive pussy.

Ian thrusts into me, seeking his release as Mitch pounds into his ass to do the same.

“Fuck yes!” Mitch moans from behind Ian. He reaches forward and grabs a fist full of Ian’s hair, “Cum in our girl, Ian. Fucking fill her. I want to watch you leak out of her swollen pussy.”

Ian’s whole body tenses as he reaches his peak, and I feel every inch of him twitch as he spills his nut deep inside me, whimpering and moaning as he uses me as a vessel for his release.

“Don’t move,” Mitch demands, and he pounds into Ian’s ass a few more times before grunting out his own release with each thrust. “Fuck! Oh fuck!”

His thrusts come to a stop, and we all still for a few blissful moments, relishing our undoing.

Mitch pulls out of Ian, and they both groan with the movement.

Mitch slips the condom off with a tissue and throws it away before coming back over and pulling on Ian’s hips, and his heavy cock slides out of me. A flood of cum follows and drips down my cunt onto the sheets.

“Fuck,” Mitch groans, reaching out to brush his fingers over my swollen pussy. I whimper at his touch. “Look at you, baby. You’re a fucking mess. Got your fill at both ends.”

I can feel my cheeks heating up at his words and their eyes taking in every part of my body that is sweaty and spent.

“Fucking perfection,” Ian whispers, joining Mitch in pushing his cum back inside my pussy.

Mitch runs his free hand up Ian’s back and into his hair, pulling it gently toward him and claiming his lips. Even under heavy eyelids, I can see their passion for each other. It’s a fucking privilege to witness their love like a fly on the wall in such an intimate moment.

Mitch pulls back from Ian to hover his lips just over Ian’s as he whispers something I can’t quite make out. Ian nods in agreement, and they look down at me with the same look of satisfaction and a hint of anticipation.

“Hi,” I say, my voice hoarse and cracking.

They smile from ear to ear and climb up the mattress to lay on either side of me, cuddling up to me and laying their heads on my chest. My heart swells as I soak in the feeling of being the meat of an Ian and Mitch sandwich.

Ian tilts his head up, pulls my chin to him, and captures my lips, his tongue invading my mouth, slow and tenderly. I can still taste myself on his lips, and it sends a shock through my system, but it quickly fizzles out with my utter exhaustion.

As soon as our kiss breaks, Mitch pulls my chin toward him and takes his turn, invading my mouth with a gentleness that I always look forward to after our more extreme hookups. Ian's fingers trace circles over my chest, and a buzz runs through me. I can’t help but imagine always feeling this way with them.

“How are you feeling?” Mitch asks, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“So good. So tired,” I reply with a weak smile.

“No sleeping yet,” Mitch says, lowering his head and planting a kiss on my nipple. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

A hot shower sounds nice, but my body is down for the count.

“I don’t think I can move,” I reply, stretching my body and feeling the heaviness of my limbs.

“That’s what we're here for,” Ian says, kissing my temple. “I’ll start the water," he adds, rising to his feet and heading into the ensuite bathroom.

Mitch kisses my cheek and climbs off the bed, walking over to his dresser and digging through the drawers. I watch him move with such a pep in his step that it warms my heart to be part of why he’s happy. I don’t have a lot of things in my life to be proud of, but Mitch is one of them. He walks back over to me, a stack of clothes in his hands, and winks.

He sets the clothes on the bed, cradles me in his strong arms, and carries me to the bathroom.

Mitch sets me down on the floor, and with shaky legs, I walk into the shower, where Ian holds his hand out for mine. “We fucked you up, huh,” Ian laughs and holds me around the middle as I step into the shower with him.

“Thank you,” Mitch says, following us into the shower and kissing my neck.

“I’m the one that came three times. I should be thanking you,” I correct.

“Well, I came in both of my favorite people tonight, and you fucked my best friend with me. I will be thanking you forever.”

“I’m sure I can think of some way for you to thank me,” I smile.

“You’re a fucking deviant. Ian has no idea what he’s gotten himself into," Mitch says with a wink to Ian.

“I’m not sure I even know what I got myself into,” I laugh as the hot water cascades down my body.

“Get our girl nice and clean. I'll go change the sheets and kick everyone else out of my fucking house.”

Mitch kisses both of us on the forehead and heads out of the bathroom.

“Hey sunshine,” Ian says teasingly.

“Shut up,” I smile.

“I’ll never get used to seeing you smile for me. You’re so fucking beautiful. Still scary, but also beautiful.”

He grabs the washcloth hanging on the rod, adds a pump of soap, and starts rubbing it over my back, then works his way around to my chest.

I take a few deep breaths, trying to summon the courage to discuss the status of our arrangement. Of course, I chicken out, but Ian can sense the weight on my mind.

“Spit it out,” he says.

“What makes you think I have something to spit?”

“We just fucked; we all have something to spit.” He jokes, but the smile is gone.

“When you said I was the missing piece, what did you mean?” I ask as he rubs the washcloth over my breasts and stomach.

“Well, I meant that I’ve had a lot of feelings whirling around inside me for so long, but none of them really mattered until I met you,” Ian confesses.

He rubs the rag over my stomach and lifts my leg to gently wash away the evidence of our evening from between my legs.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on Mitch since, like, Junior year. We’d already been friends for a while at that point, but I was too afraid to say anything. One day he got rejected by this girl he was really into, and he was so fucking heartbroken. It was pathetic,” he laughs a little as he pulls the shower head down to rinse me off. “I hated seeing him like that, though. All I could think about was wanting to grab him and kiss his stupid face."

“Did you?” I ask.

“Fuck no. I was closeted and terrified,” Ian says with a smile, but I can see a hint of pain in his eyes. “All I wanted to do was make him happy, and I would have sucked his dick to make that happen, but I was too scared...until you came along.”

“How did I have anything to do with you guys hooking up?”

“You dared to walk into the book shop where I then developed a big ass crush on you too. I didn’t want to go through that again, so I was going to ask Mitch for advice on asking you out, but he told me he was fucking you before I could say anything.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit. I was so mad at him for getting to you first, but then I was mad at you for getting to him first. He mentioned it was casual, so I went for it. I did what I was too afraid to do all those years ago. I kissed him…and he let me!”

“Well, I’m glad to be of assistance.”

“You are so so much more. You’re the bridge that connects us to everything. It’s hard to explain; I know you’ve only been here a little while, but it was instant and undeniable.”

We lock our eyes for a long moment, and I wish I could understand what he was saying, but a lifetime of rejection and bending over backward for the slightest hint of appreciation has left me hardened and jaded.

“God, I wish you could see you the way I see you,” Ian says softly. “You complete us in ways we didn’t know we needed to be complete. Like, we can go out on date night, and if the server brings us the wrong food, you can send it back for us!” he says, biting his bottom lip sarcastically like that is the biggest turn-on he’s ever heard, but something about the way he said it makes me think he’s actually telling me the truth and a laugh bubbles up and out of my sore throat.

“Don’t get me wrong. You’re a huge bitch, like huge!” he says, and I lift a heavy arm to smack him playfully. "But you’re so selfless for him, and I hope you’ll see me that way one day, too.”

Ian’s voice trails off, and he leans in, kissing me softly.

“I'll admit, you’re not making it easy for me to hate you anymore,” I confess, my voice and emotions raw.

“Good. I’ll work on making it harder for you to ever think about hating me again.” He smiles. “I’ll make sure it’s fucking impossible.”

His smile falters for a moment, and I take the opportunity to use his own tactics against him, “Spit it out.”

He smiles as he crouches at my feet, aiming the showerhead over my legs. He sucks in a deep breath as if he’s trying to collect himself before divulging a deep, dark secret.

"I was serious when I said there's no going back for me. I’ve had months to perfect my obsession with you.” He runs the water gently up and down my calves, leaving trails of soap and goosebumps. “I know this was sudden for you, and you’re not even close to burning the world down for me yet, but I'll be here,” he says, lifting my leg to plant a soft kiss on the top of my foot. “And here,” he repeats as he kisses my calf.

“And here, and here, and here…” he chants as he rises from his feet, trailing kisses up the inside of my thigh, my pussy, just below my belly button, my ass, my love handle, my ribcage, the space between my breasts, my collarbone, my neck, and my jaw. “And I’ll be here…” he says as he kisses my lips, lingering just long enough to make me want more, “…waiting for you to catch up."

His voice is hoarse with emotion, and it breaks my heart a little to see him so vulnerable, but he’s not wrong. I may not want to burn the world down for him just yet, but after tonight, I’m not opposed to a bit of light arson—maybe a murder or two—if it keeps the smile on his face from fading.

I guess sometimes opposites don’t attract…they collide.