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I nod, but hold on a little longer, waiting until I feel Baz start to lose it. He clutches harder at my hip and shoulder where each of his hands rest, then buries his face against my other ear.

“Fucking love you,” he murmurs, then grunts as he comes.

I let go entirely then, my cry echoing as my entire body becomes one giant, throbbing pulse of ecstasy.

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Elle

I enjoy beingthe meat in a Drake and Baz sandwich for a few minutes, lying limp between them until Baz gently extracts himself and I dimly register him putting on his pants. Ben stands and does the same, and I drift in a sea of bliss with Drake gently caressing my back while I use him for a bed.

A little while later, I refocus enough to find myself cradled in one of the twins’ arms as he carries me down the corridor to the elevator. At first I’m not sure which one—I don’t usually mix them up, but my mind and body are so spent I can’t tell up from down. I figure it out when I register the bandage on Ben’s arm as he walks ahead of us to call the elevator. He glances back at me, and his face softens into a weary, but sated smile.

“You’re damn sexy in all your states, but this is a new one. I think it’s my favorite—fucked stupid.”

“Hey now, who’re you calling stupid? I was Valedictorian.”

“Psh, you hadn’t had three epic dicks when you were Valedictorian.”

I giggle, my sleepy brain desperate to turn the word into a dick joke. Ben lifts an expectant eyebrow, but I come up short.

“Ugh, I got nothing. You’re right, you really did fuck me stupid. Hey, where’s Drake?”

“Checking in with the captain. He’ll join us later. We have a mission to get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”

I sigh and snuggle closer to Baz’s chest, happy to be held this way, despite the thrill I got out of telling them what to do earlier. It’s a craving I want to explore even more, but right now I’m more than content to be taken care of.

They take me straight to Drake’s room and into his shower. Despite having more than enough room, the twins remain in close contact when they stand me in the center of the spacious stall. After a moment, Ben grabs the body wash and a cloth and urges me to turn toward him.

“Arms up,” he says, then runs soapy hands from my elbows to my breasts.

Arousal pools between my thighs almost instantly, and I moan. Head throbbing with fresh need, I reach for the soap and lather my own hands, then take hold of each of their cocks.

They let out nearly simultaneous grunts, and harden after only a few strokes.

“Want you both inside me,” I say, barely able to articulate through my desire. But I frown when I consider they might not be down for that. “Would that be too weird for you? If it is, it’s okay.”

“I’m more concerned about breaking you,” Ben says with an amused tilt to his mouth. “You’ve been fisted, then had two dicks, then one in your ass. I’d like to be able to fuck you again after tonight, you know.”

“You know Ben and I are like two halves of a whole,” Baz says. “Giving you pleasure with him is a no-brainer.”

Ben drops his gaze to my breasts, then reaches out and tweaks my nipples once more on his way to rinse his soapy hands off beneath the water. Then he drops one hand between my thighs, slides two fingers between my folds, and strokes back up from the center. His eyes go dark and glassy.

“Fuck, you’re still wet.” He brings his fingers to his nose and sniffs, then slips them into his mouth. “Tastes like me and Drake together, I think.”

I squeeze his dick and he growls, surging close and wrapping his arms around me. I hike myself up with my arms around his neck, using his shoulders for leverage. He backs against the nearest wall, leaning against it for support, then easily hoists me up with his hands on my thighs.

As he lowers me, I reach between us to grab his cock. Enough water has rid it of the soap, and I let him lower me onto it, head falling back as he fills me again.

Baz is there, closing in behind me and pressing his mouth to my throat. I cling to Ben’s body, rising until just his tip is inside me. Baz widens his stance, holding my hip with one hand while he presses his cock to my entrance alongside his twin’s.

Then they’re both inside me, and fuck me if the sensation isn’t even better than the last time. My nerve endings are sensitive and raw enough for the pleasure to build more rapidly than before. Understanding my need, Baz reaches around between me and Ben and strokes my clit.

They move slowly, without any sense of urgency, and with synchronicity so perfect it really is like they’re two halves of a whole. The rocking thrusts of both their cocks filling me over and over becomes hypnotic, and Baz seems to sense the rising tide of my pleasure, backing off with his fingers on my clit to hold me at that razor’s edge even longer.

“Fuck, this is better than anything I’ve ever felt. I love you, Elle,” Ben murmurs in my ear. “I want to fuck you all night.”

Baz hums his agreement, lips grazing my jaw. I twist my head to kiss him, tasting brine-tinged water and Scotch on his tongue. In all my dirty fantasies about these two, this was the last scenario that ever occurred to me, but I don’t want it to end any more than Ben does.

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