Page 113 of Líadan's Code

Jordan moves me until I’m laying back in Brendan’s arms, and his cock is at my entrance, making me gasp as his piercing lights up my nerve endings. Jordan thrusts hard up into my pussy, making my breasts bounce each time, until he’s firmly seated inside of me.

“My turn,” Brendan murmurs, pressing his cock against my already stretched pussy. “Relax, baby.”

Writhing in his arms, I mewl as he pushes his way into my pussy. It burns a bit as he thrusts his hips to stretch me even wider.

“Oh fuck, oh God,” I moan, flinching in surprise when Jordan’s thumb finds my clit.

“You’re taking us so well, Princess. I can feel Jordan’s smooth cock running against me and it feels so good,” he moans. “You’re so incredible.”

“It hurts,” I admit. “I feel so full.”

“I wish I was a better person and could tell you that we can stop. I would if you really wanted me too,” he moans, kissing my pulse point in my neck. “Fuck me, do you want to tap out?”

I almost want to say yes as Brendan makes his way even further inside of me, but I’m not a quitter. I fucked up. I deserve this. I would even let him fuck my ass without lube at this point. Anything to make this right.

“Jordan,” I moan. “God.”

“I’ll be your God, Líadan,” he mutters. “I’ll worship you, love you, and give you what you need.”

The stretch starts to turn into pleasure as I get used to it. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t want to be accused of saying them in the heat of the moment.

“I need you,” I say instead, lifting my lips to his. I need the connection, more skin on skin contact, more fucking. I love the spark of pain with my pleasure, and I feel as if I’m being pulled apart, even as I ride the razor’s edge.

It’s intense, beautiful, and I need to feel it all. It means my dumb choice doesn’t mean I’ve lost Jordan, because he’s here. He’s not detached, he’s hurt. If he’s hurting, it means he still cares and I can fix things.

I’m not the best with people, as my job has always been to kill them. The nuances of relationships are sometimes lost on me, since most of mine have hurt me in one form or another.

Brendan has always been by my side, but he lets a lot of my bullshit slide. Jordan, instead, forces me to face them.

The thrusting of two cocks inside of my pussy grows from careful, to fucking me with abandon. It feels so good, I’m screaming without being fully aware that I am. It’s messy, sexy, and as broken as I am.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh is one of the only things I can hear in the vault amidst deep groans and screams. As a huge orgasm builds and crashes over me, the feeling is intense and all consuming.

“So damn good,” Jordan murmurs, kissing up my throat. My bra is pulled down still, my sweater is down to my waist, and they’re both worshiping me. “Don't leave me again. I promise I’m good enough for you.”

“I left because you’re too good,” I confess, whining as his piercing thrusts deep inside of me. “It would kill me if you got hurt.”

“Have you missed me, Princess?” Jordan asks, smugness clear in his voice.

“I have trouble sleeping,” I confess, shrieking as he pinches my clit. I nearly black out as I come, and Brendan sucks hard on my neck, making me whine.

“You toss and turn, baby,” he says. “Be my good little whore and beg Jordan to stay the night with us.”

“Spend the night?” I ask, moaning as my thighs start to tremble. My core clenches, desperate for attention and cum. “Please, I need it. I’m sorry, Jordan. I was wrong.”

“So wrong,” he grunts as his cock twitches inside of me. Brendan curses under his breath because he can feel it too, but I’m too far gone to see the irony that he’s being as well tortured right now as I am.

“Come stay with me. This is my show, baby.”

As Jordan and Brendan hold me tightly between them and Jordan rubs my clit, the only thing I can say as they push me over the edge is, “Yes!”

Gasping as I shudder, I bask in the warmth of having their bodies against me. This is what I need. I can’t fuck up again. Breathing hard, I cup Jordan’s face as he lifts it from being buried in my neck. His skin is flushed from exertion, his eyes glazed over in pleasure.

“Jor?” I say softly, waiting as he blinks to focus on me. It’s kind of adorable. This is the state of a man who just fucked me hard and is completely satisfied. Family burial vault or not, the sex was incredible. We’ve never had a problem in this department.

It’s the talking part that I suck at.

“Yeah, Princess,” he breathes, leaning his forehead against mine as I play with his hair.

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