Page 44 of Better Watch Out

But there’s no way they’ll both fit. No way inhellthis will actually work without me crying and needing to go to the ER.

“Just relax for me, snow bunny,” Boone murmurs from behind me. “Just need you to relax. I’ll go slow for you, I promise. We’ve been imagining this for months, years. I promise you’ll feel so good with both of us inside your pussy.” He slowly, ever so slowly, thrusts into me, pausing every few moments to rub soothing circles over my hips. And all while, Fletcher keepskissing me through it, devouring my sounds of protests and gasps of panic.

When Boone bottoms out, his hips flush to my ass, I can’t believe it. He groans, shifting his fingers to grip my hips more tightly, and lets out a rough laugh. “Fuck, Conor. You were literally made for us. How can you say I’m wrong when your pussy is perfect for us.”

“Such a good girl,” Fletcher agrees, finally letting me up for air, though he keeps his arms around me. “You’re taking our cocks so well, just like you should.”

“Fuck,” is the only word I can say. The stretch and the fullness is too much. Especially when Boone starts moving. He’s slow at first, murmuring comfort and praises while Fletcher traces patterns over my shoulder blades, and I’m very sure that there’s no way this will ever feel good.

Until it does.

Until the burn subsides, leaving behind just the perfect fullness and the slide of Boone’s cock against Fletcher’s. The blond arches his hips experimentally, dragging a surprised yelp from my throat that isn’t at all from pain.

“Oh,fuck,” I reiterate. “I…I think I might be dying.”

“Does it hurt?” Fletcher asks, though neither of them pulls out or goes still.

“Not so much.” It’s hard for me to admit it. Especially when Boone takes that as encouragement and starts fucking into me faster, one hand braced as he leans over me so his chest is pressed to my back.

“Of course it doesn’t hurt,” he growls, nipping my shoulder. “Because you’reperfect. God, I want to do this all the time. We can do this whenever we want, right Fletch?”

My stomach twists again, and I finally realize Ilikebeing talked about when I’m between them. Ilikethe idea of themplaying with me, of them taking what they want from me and knowing what I want better than I do in situations like this.

I like it alot.

And that probably says something pretty questionable about me. But Boone’s next thrust drives the thought and every other one out of my brain, and I fall forward onto Fletcher’s chest.

They take advantage of it immediately. Fletcher’s arms tighten, holding me against him, and Boone follows me down with a growl. They fuck me together, their cocks sliding against each other and against every inch of me until my head spins.

“I-I’m really close,” I admit, surprised at how quickly my body is responding to them after Boone eating me out. “Fuck,Fuck, I’m seriously?—”

“So come for us, princess,” Fletcher interrupts. “Come on our cocks. I want to feel you finish. Your pussy feels so good, you really were made for us.”

Boone growls his agreement and bites the side of my throat before murmuring, “Come for us so we can breed your pretty cunt until you’redripping.” He bites me again, but this time he doesn’t let go. The sharp pain mixed with the pleasure of them fucking me makes me howl, and I throw my head back against him as much as I can. I have one hand in Boone’s hair, while the other clutches onto Fletcher’s arm like he’s an anchor.

I’ve never come so hard in my life. And when they keep fucking me, keep moving as their thrusts become out of sync and erratic, it only extends my release. I’m panting, nearly sobbing as my thighs ache and burn, my whole body begging for more and needing a break at the same time.

Though I can’t voice any of it. All I can do is pant and sob and whine my pleasure, until finally Boone curses and buries his face against my shoulder, sinking his teeth into me again. He thrusts twice more before burying himself in my body, as a long, feral groan leaves him. Fletcher isn’t far behind. He clutches metightly to him, his hand joining mine in Boone’s hair to yank him impossibly closer, and for a few moments both of them are coming, panting against my skin as they ride out their pleasure in my body.

It’s filthy and depraved and questionable on so many levels.

It’sperfect.

“Oh,fuck.” Boone laughs, finally sitting up and pulling from my body. He’s still panting, and he helps me up as well, then onto my back on the bed beside Fletcher where I lay, my head spinning, and wonder if I’ll ever be able to see straight again. “Did we show you?” he asks, amused, as he flops down on my other side. His arm snugs over my waist, and absently I feel Fletcher’s fingers tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You certainly showed me something,” I say, looking over at him. My hand comes up, tracing the line of his jaw, and Fletcher takes that opportunity to get closer to me so my back is pressed to his chest.

“Well since you’re confused…” The blond’s hand curls over my hip, dipping toward my inner thigh. “We’ll be happy to show you again. However many times you need, actually. We don’t have any other plans for today.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“What are you doing, princess?” Fletcher’s voice is thick with sleep, and he doesn’t open his eyes as I straddle his hips, my weight resting on him completely. Wordlessly, I lean over him, my black hair falling like a curtain around us, though all Boone has to do is open his eyes to see what I’m doing. It’s not a private show, after all. Not with him right beside us and looking like a puppy twitching in his sleep.

“I don’t know,” I admit finally, running my fingers over his collarbones and the hollow of his throat. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shakes his head slowly from side to side, not opening his eyes. For a few minutes I just touch him, studying his body and appreciating it in the same way I did with Boone earlier this morning. From outside the door I hear Sitka snoring, and I’m willing to bet she’s on her back against the door, doing her best dead cockroach impression. She’s just waiting for one of us to stumble out, unexpectedly trip over her, then feel bad enough to give her belly rubs.

“I read on my phone this morning that some of the snow’s supposed to melt today, and the worst of the storms are over.”My words are soft. Conversational, if hesitant. I don’t even know what I’m asking, or trying to get at, if I’m being honest. “Flights are starting again today, and the roads are set to open up tonight.”

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