Page 73 of Saved By Two

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Noah asks, pulling my focus back to him as Caleb caresses my face and jaw with his fingers. For such a powerful man, he has such a gentle touch.

“Yes, I’m sure.” As scared as I am about everything that happens later or outside of this moment, right now, I want this. “I want you to help me forget. I want you to help erase him from me.”

His jaw ticks as he tenses above me. Still, his eyes fill with understanding and with a look of concentration, he lines himself up with my entrance, his slick head stroking between my folds, before he begins to push inside. My core wraps around him like a vice until he’s in, and we both groan. He’s not as thick as Caleb but he’s longer, and he fills me deep.

“You feel so good,” he groans.

Out of my peripheral, I see Caleb continuing to stroke himself as Noah begins to move slowly. Then their movements hit the same rhythm. With his other hand, Caleb alternates between stroking Noah’s spine and touching my breast, his fingers skimming over my taut nipples before sliding over the globe of Noah’s arse, and I hate that I can’t see what made Noah thrust into me like that.

Noah might be the one inside me now, but Caleb is a part of this, and I realise it’s not so much about sex as it is a joining.

When Caleb’s hand returns to my breast, I slide my hands to Noah’s arse, pulling him closer and driving him even deeper.

“Fuck, you keep doing that, and you’re going to make me come,” he admits on a ragged breath, sweat on his brow.

“Me too.” I bite my lip, digging my nails into the flesh of his arse cheeks.

A deep groan emanates from Caleb. “Yes, that’s it. Harder Noah, and faster, yes, fill our girl up.” God, his words are like a battering ram as Noah begins to move with vigour. Each thrust becomes harder, deeper.

Caleb tweaks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I cry out, clenching around Noah’s dick, pulling closer to the edge. “Yes, Jessica, come all over his cock.”

And just like that, everything is strung so tight, my stomach muscles clenching, Noah’s pelvis rubbing against my clit, and I can’t hold back. I begin to convulse my channel, contracting and squeezing around his dick.

Can someone die from pleasure?

If I thought he was moving before, I was mistaken. He just took it to the next level.

He thrusts deeper, hitting my cervix. I thrash my head back and forth, my orgasm relentless as I scream out, my cries falling silent as his dick grows impossibly hard. I feel him tense right before he follows me over the edge with a guttural roar, shooting off as he fills me with his cum.

He tries to hold his weight off of me, but I dig my nails in, his seed continuing to spill into me, and I clench around him, taking every last drop.

“Fuck,” he lowers his forehead to mine as we both try to catch our breath.

He stays buried inside me until his dick softens and slips free, my pussy still clenching, desperate to keep him there.

“Lucky there’s two of us,” he says softly, glancing over his shoulder to Caleb. I follow his line of sight, my breath stilling in my throat. Caleb’s dick seems even larger, the tip leaking with pre-cum. “I think our girl is greedy for more,” Noah says, my body heating as I lick the sweat from my top lip.

Noah rolls onto his side and then does something that causes me to cease breathing when his fingers move back to my pussy, pushing his cum back inside me. And fuck me if it isn't filthy and hot in equal measures. He smirks before pulling his hand back as Caleb moves between my legs. “Are you sore?” he asks, stroking the hair away from my forehead.

I bite my lip, tempted to say no, but I know he’ll see a lie. “A little, but I want you,” I reply honestly.

He hovers, his erection straining between us. “I can wait,” he says.

And his words make me want to cry. I don’t know if it’s from the orgasms or how these men make me feel so damn special, but I swallow the emotion back down.

“Trust me, Caleb. I want this.” I snake my hand between us and try to wrap my fist around his giant cock. He closes his eyes, throwing his head back in an agonised groan.

He studies my face, and whatever he sees is validation enough. There’s a pregnant pause right before he lines himself up and enters me in one deep thrust.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Fuck, you feel tighter,” he grunts, and then he begins to pump into me, my entire body moving from the force.

He stops suddenly, eyes so dark. “Hands above your head,” he says. “Now grab onto the headboard, and don’t let go.”

I do as he asks, his dick hardening inside me, and I let out a moan as he begins to drive into me, and my fingers tighten around the metal frame of the headboard.

Everything inside me tightens, another orgasm ready to break free. “Shit, not again. I can’t.” I move my head side to side as his pelvis ruts against my clit, his thrusts all-consuming.

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