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Briar

There’s a moment when time stretches, the world as fragile and clear as the glass around us. Then everything collapses inward, heat and skin and mouths and need.

Flint trails his hand along my stomach, a line of fire against the cool air. His touch is urgent, claiming. Damiano is behind me, pulling me back, pulling me in, lost breaths and rough restless hands.

I’m pinned between them, the force of it overwhelming. It feels dangerous and reckless, like something that could burn through all three of us, leave nothing but ashes.

I kiss Flint, tasting everything we’ve broken, everything we still might be. He groans into it, a sound of frustration and surrender. Damiano grips my hips tighter, possessive, matching Flint’s fierceness with his own.

We sink to the floor, clothes beneath us, cold metal pressing into my skin.

The storm inside us builds, growing stronger, faster, frantic.

I gasp as Flint moves his mouth down my body, leaving marks like declarations.

Damiano’s lips find my neck, softer, more desperate.

I arch against both of them, lost in the tangle of limbs, hands, the sharp clarity of sensation.

It’s everything at once, too much and not enough, the lighthouse spinning around us.

I don’t know whose name I cry out, maybe both, maybe neither, as the world shatters and we go under together.

Two cocks. But only one of me.

I don’t know where to start, but luckily Flint does. He lowers my head to his dick, pressing it past my lips as he leans forward and kisses Damiano.

“Yes.” Damiano’s growl vibrates through me, their kiss hungry—a duel of dominance and defiance.

I suck harder on Flint, feeling him tense. I feel Damiano’s finger in me, and Flint groans, low and guttural. “Fuck, Briar,” he grits out, watching as I take him deeper. “Just like that.”

“Keep going,” Damiano says, pushing my head back down on Flint’s cock. “You want him? You want to make him come?”

My answer is a muffled noise, Flint pushing harder against my mouth, his breathing harsh. He’s losing control and so am I.

Damiano’s finger in my pussy is relentless, sliding in and out, finding the rhythm with my head, with Flint’s thrusts.

“She’s so fucking tight,” he says, like Flint needs to be reminded. “Come in her mouth so I can have my turn.”

Flint’s laugh is strained. “Want it that bad, D?” He pauses, pulling back, making me desperate for more. “Too fucking bad.”

Damiano shoves him, pushing him off me, sending Flint sprawling against the glass where he stays, spreading himself open in defiance.

Damiano drags me up, pulling me onto him. “You’re mine first.” His voice is raw. I straddle him, his thick cock pressing against me.

Flint watches, but Damiano doesn’t care. He thrusts up, filling me, groaning at the depth of it. He holds my hips, holding me down, his expression a wild mix of anger and bliss. I move, riding him, feeling everything, holding on as he pounds up into me, taking what he wants.

“Fuck,” he gasps, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight. “Fuck.”

Flint’s behind me now, lips on my shoulder, hands on my breasts, fingers vicious. His cock presses against Damiano’s in me, making me cry out, making Damiano swear. It’s too much, too intense, the world slipping away. Then Flint’s filling me, too, the three of us wrecked and reckless together.

“It’s too much,” I cry out, and it is. The stretch of two huge cocks is way too much. “In… the… ass,” I pant.

Flint bites down hard on my neck and pulls out, repositioning at my asshole.

Damiano thrusts up hard, taking me deep and fast as Flint rams into my ass, making me scream.

“Fuck, yes!” Damiano gasps, the words clipped and tight. He grabs Flint’s neck, pulling him closer, pulling him back into a kiss, all heat and fury.

I’m pinned between them again, and this time it’s like drowning and being saved at once. Damiano and Flint in a violent rhythm, rough and raw, Flint’s hands like fire on my breasts, my whole body shattering between their thrusts.

It’s too much and not enough and everything I’ve wanted.

Everything I’ve feared.

I’ve never been so full before. I’ve never felt such a stretch and a burn.

It hurts, but the pain is blinding and beautiful, and the longer they fuck, the higher it takes me, until I fall. Until I fly.

They crash into me. I can’t tell them apart. I don’t know who is who, who is what. I see stars.

Damiano reaches between us and fingers my clit. “You wanted us both. Are you now sure about that?”

I can’t answer. My breath escapes in harsh, choked gasps. I’m coming so hard I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can’t think .

But I don’t want it to stop here. I’ve come, and now it’s their turn.

“I want,” I gasp. “I want to watch you both fuck each other.” The fantasy of watching these two men fuck makes my head spin, makes me scream and clench around them with one last shudder.

Damiano reaches for Flint’s hair, pulling him close, his voice hoarse. “Yeah? Want to watch us fuck?”

Flint’s eyes meet mine, fierce and bright, desire and challenge. “You want it so bad?” He shoves Damiano back, forcing him against the huge lamp mechanism, a tangle of limbs and sweat and heat. “Watch how it’s really done, Briar.”

He grabs Damiano’s hips, thrusting inside him, fierce and unrelenting. Damiano cries out, his last wall breaking.

“Harder,” Damiano gasps, catching my eye. “God, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

Flint laughs, ragged, grabbing Damiano’s neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. “Like I would.”

I watch, breathless, as my fucked up fantasy unfolds. Two cocks. No me. Just them. Raw, graphic, everything I’ve imagined and more.

Damiano’s moans are sinful and wild. Flint pushes harder into him, the impact lifting Damiano, pressing him back against the metal. “You feel that, D?”

“Yeah,” Damiano grits out. He looks as desperate as I feel. “Fuck, yeah. ”

Flint fucks him harder, the whole lighthouse rocking with the force of it, the wind a scream around us.

“Briar,” Flint groans. “Come here. Wrap your hand around his cock.”

I crawl to them, my fingers brushing Flint’s back, his hips. I find Damiano’s chest with my lips, his skin damp with sweat and the sharp tang of sex.

He grips my hair, holding me against him as I grip his dick and begin to pump. “Fuck, Briar,” he gasps. “Fuck, Flint. You’re going to make me?—”

Flint thrusts harder into his ass, cutting him off. “Do it. Let her see it. Let her see your cum all over.”

Damiano shudders, his whole body going rigid, his eyes locked with mine. I watch him explode beneath Flint, feel him lose control inside my palm, his heat and desperation spilling over.

Flint fucks through Damiano’s orgasm, each thrust wild and reckless, until he cries out and comes with a violence that shakes all three of us.

We tumble to the floor, a twisted heap of limbs and breathless chaos, the storm in us finally breaking.

It takes a while, but we’re silent for a minute, our breathing chaotic, the lighthouse suddenly still. Seagulls taunt us from outside the glass.

“Fuck,” Flint says eventually, like he can’t believe it. Like he can’t believe us. “Just...” He sounds raw and ruined. He trails off, lost in the aftershock, but I feel him. I feel Damiano, too. The three of us coming down, coming back, unsure of what we’ll find.