Page 28 of Pucking Tangled

He laid in bed behind Mia and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his front so she could feel how much he still wanted her. Wanted them .

Casey turned to face them, and Owen caught his eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about both of us inside her, Case,” Owen told his boyfriend, playfully nipping Mia’s earlobe.

He rolled his hips and pressed his erection against her ass.

“I was trying to be good. To do the right thing and let us all rest.” His hand slid under her shirt and palmed her breast. “But I can’t. ”

Mia arched her back and hummed.

“What do you say, Mia?” Casey asked, flicking her nipple through the thin cotton. “Do you think you can handle us, or are you going to make Owen wait?” He slipped his other hand between her thighs.

“Yes. Please,” she sighed.

“Mmm. She’s already wet again, O.” Casey pulled his fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in Owen’s mouth. Thank fuck she wasn’t wearing panties.

He moaned as he licked the taste of her from his boyfriend’s fingers.

Mia reached down and palmed both of them over the fabric of their boxers. “Ooh. Looks like both my boys are hard again,” she teased with a playful laugh. “I think we need to do something about this.”

“Oh, we’re definitely going to.” Owen rolled to the left a little to reach for more condoms and tossed one to Casey.

He pushed his underwear down his thighs, ripped open the foil packet and sheathed himself. “Drape your leg over his hip and stick your ass out for me.”

She tensed. “My ass?”

Owen bit her shoulder and chuckled. “No one’s taking your ass. Not tonight.”

“Oh.” Mia relaxed against him.

“I have a better idea. Let Owen see your pretty face this time,” Casey said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before encouraging her to roll over.

Owen was thankful for Casey’s direction as he rubbed his dick against Mia’s pussy, covering it in her juices before sliding inside her. “Feels so good,” he hummed.

“You know, Owen’s been wanting to take you like this for a while now, Mia,” Casey whispered in her ear.

“You have?” She looked him in the eyes with wonder.

He nodded. “God yes, Mia.”

She gasped. Owen could feel Casey’s cock trying to fit inside her too.

“This might be a little uncomfortable at first. We’ll go slow and give you time to adjust,” Owen said, tracing his fingers up and down her arms. “Focus on me, Mia.”

He began kissing her, distracting her from the intrusion .

She hissed and winced against his lips.

“So full,” she sighed.

“So tight,” Casey hummed.

“It’s so hot, Mia. Feeling Casey’s cock against mine while we fuck you.”

“Harder. I need…more,” she panted.

Casey snickered. “So greedy, Mia.”

Owen smirked and reached between them to play with her clit. “I think someone is enjoying herself.”

They both moved faster, harder, fucking her the way they all needed.

“Fuck. Mia,” Owen hissed as her pussy tightened.

“I…I…” she stuttered.

“Do it Mia. Come on our cocks, baby girl,” he coaxed.

Mia wrapped her arms around Owen, clinging to him while Casey held on to both of them.

“Holy. Fuck. Oh. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“That’s it, Mia. Milk our cocks. Fuck. Your pussy feels so good,” Casey grunted.

“Gonna come,” Owen warned.

“Me too.”

Mia

Mia laid between Casey and Owen, boneless and completely exhausted.

An exhaustion that went way beyond sex.

She was emotionally spent .

Casey had his head on her shoulder and one arm across her waist

Owen laid on her other side, his legs tangled with hers and his arm resting across Casey’s, anchoring them to each other. He watched her, calm and quiet. Giving her the headspace she needed.

She blinked up at the ceiling, counting her breaths to ground herself.

Was there such a thing as too much love?

Too much tenderness.

Too much vulnerability.

“I don’t think I can move,” she finally whispered.

“You don’t have to,” Casey murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Owen’s thumb drew slow circles on her skin. “We’ve got you.”

She almost lost it right then.

Because she believed them.

And that terrified her.

They were here. Not just for a moment, not just for the fire of it. But for the quiet after. For the real part.

“You okay?” Casey asked softly, lifting his head just enough to see her face.

She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again.

Hadn’t she just asked Luca that very same thing twenty-four hours ago?

Owen chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

“I just…” She swallowed. “I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”

“Good?” Casey asked, his voice hopeful.

“Safe,” she whispered.

Casey’s arm tightened around her .

“Like I don’t have to hide any of it. Not what I feel. Not what I want.”

“Never,” Owen said, quiet and certain. “Not with us.”

She turned her head and kissed Owen’s cheek.

“Why didn’t either of you tell me how you felt, before now?” she questioned.

“I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. Or my relationship.” Casey tightened his grip on her.

“And I was following Casey’s lead,” Owen added.

“You’re all morons,” she teased. “We could have been doing this all along.”

“Maybe. But, maybe the timing wasn’t right before now.” Owen mused, always the insightful one.

“What happens when we step outside of these walls?” she asked. “When we all have to go back to reality?”

It was a question she hadn’t dared to ask Luca, but one that circled in her mind more than once.

“What do you mean?” Owen propped his cheek on his palm and looked her in the eyes.

“Will we ever be able to be our authentic selves out in public? What will people say?”

“Who gives a shit?” Owen shrugged.

She felt Casey’s body tense next to her, no doubt recalling all the things people had already said about his and Owen’s relationship.. “Oh, tongues will wag, Mia.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Why don’t we figure out how to exist within these walls first?” Owen suggested.

She looked between them, studying their handsome faces.

Everything was so different now.

The way Casey touched her like he might shatter if she pulled away.

The way Owen moved like every breath he took with her was sacred.

They didn’t feel like halves of a whole. And certainly not fourths of her heart.

They felt like so much more than that.

“I think I’m gonna fall asleep,” she whispered after a long, soft silence.

She didn’t have the capacity to say anymore.

“Then sleep,” Casey said. “We’ll be here.”

Between Casey’s warmth and protection, and Owen’s quiet consistency, Mia drifted off to sleep.