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Amber

T hey toss me onto Ronnie’s bed. The silky sheets caress my skin as I’m flipped onto my stomach. Two mouths press against my skin, peppering kisses over each speck. I prop my head against my folded arms.

“You smell like us, Bear.”

“You can’t run away from us now.”

“I didn’t plan to.” My voice sounds breathy and I barely recognize the blissfulness in it. “I thought running was my only option.”

“You thought we would let you,” Ronnie remarks, the sharp edge in his tone pronounced, hitting my chest like an arrow. “You thought we would abandon you.”

“I thought you were better off without me.”

“No,” this time it’s Bradley’s voice that cuts me like a knife, “We didn’t realize how incomplete we were until you entered the club and captivated us.”

“That was reckless and stupid, and no one would ever do that.” I quickly reply because I know it was.

“You did,” Ronnie retorts, “You’re neither reckless nor stupid. I already told you how fearless you were for doing it. If you hadn’t we wouldn’t be where we are right now.”

And that realization is devastating. This past month has been the best I’ve had in a long time, I would’ve been in deep shit if it weren’t for them.

Being with them is like being in a constant state of euphoria. It kicked in from the moment we met and grew stronger.

Ronnie drags his mouth to my hip, nibbling on my skin as he trails it upward and Bradley copies him on my other side.

A pleasant sensation travels from my core to my clit and down to my toes, making them curl.

“Amber, do you want to be penetrated again? By two dicks?” The softness in Ronnie’s voice cloaks me but the suggestion causes me to hold a breath.

“In my pussy?” How? Am I capable? Are they too big? But I do want to try…

Bradley chuckles, “In your pussy.”

“Yes…”

“You sound hesitant,” Ronnie as always so attuned to me, “I want you to be sure. So talk to us.”

“Voice your concerns, Bear.” Bradley kisses my nape.

“I’m a little scared because I haven’t done it. But I want to try.”

They slowly part my legs, tickling their way over my skin until they reach my wet center. One finger from each direction slowly eases inside me. “We’ll take it slow until you’re ready.”

“Tell us your safe word.” Bradley requests.

“Harley.”

“Good, use it whenever you need to.”

Their fingers go in and out gently, stretching me once more. My ass cheeks stretch under their heavy palms and a tongue darts out to lick between them.

Omg.

“Shit, you have to taste her.” Bradley urges and Ronnie’s tongue slides in there too.

“Mmm,” I moan. I’ve never been eaten the way I was today and haven’t been fucked in that manner before . They touched me softly and bruised me. I cherished each gesture. They kept showering me with goosebumps. And I loved them all.

Each slides a second finger inside me.

“Four fingers, Bear. Are you doing okay?” Bradley asks.

“Do you want Bradley to distract you,” Ronnie jokes, and they chuckle along with each other. “That mouth can go and on.”

“You didn’t mind when it was around your dick.”

“It was the only time it was so full you had nothing to say.”

“I had something to do.”

I can hear the wicked smirk on Bradley’s face. Their loud kiss echoes behind me and my body calms even more. I love how they love each other. They make me swoon when they bicker back and forth for fun and it causes me to spasm around their fingers.

“Fuck, did you feel her?” Bradley groans.

I giggle.

“She wants to be filled with two cocks tonight. We won’t be finished with her until she screams loud enough to shake the walls.”

Damn right.

“Only your cocks.” I comment and spasm again.

Ronnie growls. “Great answer. Now take another finger.”

A fifth finger goes inside and my back hole gets all the attention.

“You’re gorgeous Amber, every piece of you.” Bradley gasps and dives once more.

My limbs feel heavy. My body feels warm. My smile is plastered and refuses to disappear. I’m on cloud nine as their fingers dance in sync.

“Are you ready?” Bradley asks.

“Just a little more,” I reply.

“Take as much time as you need. We’re adding another finger.” Ronnie says.

I start rocking my hips a little, grinding against them. This feels intense, and I have no idea how they would feel inside me. Together. But if I die tonight with two cocks inside me at least I go out with a bang.

“You’re clenching again.” Bradley’s fingertips run feathery along my right leg. “Listen to her tiny giggles, are you ticklish down here?” He tickles me behind the knee, and electricity crosses my body—the atmosphere is charged with it too. The space is infused with dangerous sexual desires and reeks of perfectly crafted sins.

“I’m ready.”

Bradley lifts me like I’m a feather who weighs nothing while Ronnie brings himself across the mattress and lies down. Once he is good he drops me on top of him and settles behind me.

My tired eyes meet the blue flakes in Ronnie’s, a calm sea flashing its storm on the horizon. “You’re in control. We don’t move unless you tell us to and you can always stop it.”

I lean down for a kiss and return to hover above him.

“We got you,” Bradley adds, rubbing his palms over my ass cheeks. “I’ll slowly insert us in. I’ll start with Ronnie.” He grabs his cock and Ronnie groans at Bradley’s touch.

“You like feeling him?” I ask.

“Yes.” He gasps and his cockhead is slowly guided into my warmth.

We curse together as my walls swallow him in, joined once again.

“If I die pressed to Bradley and buried deep inside you, I’d die a happy man.”

“No one is dying under my watch, are you ready for another?” Bradley asks before he shoves his face between my ass cheeks and feasts on me.

“Mmm, oh my g—”

Ronnie palms my breasts and twists my nipples and the fire in my core burns wilder. My clit pulses fervently and there is only one thing missing.

“Get inside me, Bradley.”

“Make room for me, damn, what are you feeding this monster.”

“Shut up,” Ronnie says as he cups my cheeks.

Bradley’s fingers shift and rearrange their angles until they slip together, oh so slowly. “Easy. Breathe for us. Tell me if this feels better.”

The stretch is overwhelming yet so fucking thrilling, tingles burst inside my ears and a shiver licks up my spine. I feel so full and they keep on coming. My nerves come to life. My body stretches for them, the pressure they build inside me is divine.

“It feels good,” I moan, clutching the sheets and tightening my grip as the sensation becomes overwhelming. “I feel stuffed.”

“Do you need me to stop?” Bradley asks.

“No.”

“If it hurts you will tell us right?” Ronnie grabs my neck.

They go deeper and a sense of relaxation and surrendering kicks into my system.

“I will. Now, fuck me.” Because I can’t take it for much longer when all I want to do is clench around our magnificent connection.

They hold my hips to keep me steady as they start pumping themselves. My breath gets lodged in my throat and we whimper loudly—our moans paint the room and change every memory that once existed within this space.

It belongs to us.

Each thrust that hits the deepest part of me belongs to us.

Ronnie wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks it while Bradley massages my hips.

“This is better than our fantasies. This is better than everything. Fuck!” Ronnie hisses.

It is.

It feels real.

“Amber, do you think you can take it faster?” Bradley checks.

A symphony of heavy breathes and sexual sounds grace my ears. It all blends and I get lost in it.

“Yes, you can pick it up gradually,” I answer.

I slam my lips to Ronnie’s and we swirl our tongues together as their thrusts take hold of my soul. It doesn’t feel like I’m in my body anymore, it feels like I’m in a bubble and I’m afraid for it to puncture. “Don’t stop, please, I need to come.” The end is near and everything blurs.

“When we reach ten we come together. Start counting Little Bear.” Ronnie commands.

I push the word through a moan, “One.”

“Two,” Bradley gasps and thrusts.

“Omg, three.” I roll my eyes. Sheens of sweat gather on my forehead.

“Four,” Ronnie growls.

I wriggle and shake as an uncontrollable wire crosses through me.

“Five,” I grind my teeth.

“Amber you’re a goddess. Six.”

“Seven.” I gasp. “I can’t.”

“Eight.”

“Come on baby you can take us.”

“You’re doing so well. Keep clenching.”

Their voices blend but it doesn’t matter because I know they both think the same and this is a safe space for all of us.

“Nine.”

I fist the sheets tighter with my trembling hands. “Ahh,” My scream slices through the air and oxygen barely reaches my lungs. Every nerve ending in my body quakes and my soul combusts.

“Ten. That’s right, scream, Little Bear.” Ronnie whimpers. “We own your gorgeous little body.”

All our beautiful moments flash before my eyes as the tightness in my core snaps. They send me over another precipice and my body jerks and shakes with each pulsing second. With each quake that is taking over my soul. With each thrust that comes upon my walls. The orgasm shudders through me. From the depth of my soul. From the depth of my existence. It almost feels like a dream. Currents of my desire ripple through me, leaking between my warm thighs along with theirs.

“Oh fuck, I love that sound.” Ronnie moans, whimpers, and growls as countless sensations coursing through our bodies.

“Yeah sounds so delicious I want to sink my teeth into you.”

I’m wrecked.

The feeling is everlasting.

A few minutes tick away and the high slowly fades. I descend, pressed against a warm body and stubble tickles my face. I bury my nose in his neck while they shower me with kisses.

“Are you sore?” Ronnie asks.

“No, I’m fine.” My eyes clenched shut.

“Don’t lie to us when the evidence leaks between your thighs.” He ends that statement and I force my eyes open.

“I can’t feel anything right now, to be honest. I feel satisfied.”

“I’ll run you a bath and Bradley will bring you a glass of water.” He gets up, drawing me closer until there’s no space between us.

The water is running in the big bathroom next to Ronnie’s room. The one that has a marble bath in the center and a shower.

Ronnie caries me around since I’m a noodle who can stay up right now. He scrubs my body with soap while Bradley uses my makeup remover to wipe the lipstick off my ass.

They kiss me time and time again—their touch can’t be rivaled.

“I’m done,” Bradley brings me under the cascading water before Ronnie hoists me into his arms and puts me inside the warm bath they made for me.

“Rest here.” He kisses the top of my head and goes back to the shower. “There’s a box of cookies Bradley dropped there in case you want,” he points to the floor and I nod with a grin.