Something else flashes across his face, before he jerks his hips up, impaling me. He thrusts hard, bouncing me as he goes as deep as he can.
I feel a hand on my back, pushing me forward. I let it—laying flat against Damon as moans and cries spill from my lips.
Finally, he slows his movements, and I gasp when I feel a tongue on my ass. Damon holds me against his chest, restricting me from glancing behind to see who it is. But then Theo appears at my side, dropping to my level.
"Does his cock feel good?" he asks knowingly. "What about Grey's tongue?"
My pussy clenches around Damon's length in response, my head nodding as the man underneath me lets out a groan. Theo strokes my cheek before standing up, walking over to the cupboards and opening the doors. I'm too distracted by Damon and Grey to pay attention, but he finds whatever he is looking for, throwing something to Grey.
When he moves back from my ass, Damon takes control, thrusting into me again. I let out a cry, digging my nails into his pecs.
Something wet drops onto my ass, followed immediately by a finger massaging it in. The thrusting slows, but doesn't stop, as Grey pushes inside.
"Your ass is just as greedy," he muses, gently stretching me. "I can't wait to fuck it."
I gasp softly at his words, hips jerking at the new sensation. A small rush of panic hits me but he quickly reassures me.
"It's okay, little killer. I'll go slow—I'll stop anytime if you need."
His words comfort me, and I rock back into his hand, testing my limits. He groans as I take him deeper, before his hand squeezes my ass cheek.
"Fuck… you drive me crazy."
"Good thing we're in an asylum," I joke, rolling my hips. Damon growls underneath me, hands squeezing roughly.
Theo returns to my side, dropping to his knees. His eyes are watching Grey's movements, and when I feel his finger leave and the head of his cock push against my ass, Theo reaches between my thighs, finding my clit. He circles it with his finger, round and round, as Grey slowly inches into my ass.
I whine as he stretches me, laying my head flat on Damon's chest. Damon stays still, giving me a moment to adjust as Grey slides in—only a thin wall separating their cocks.
It's uncomfortable, but the feeling quickly subsides as Theo plays with my clit, my whole body clenching around Damon and Grey. And when I let out a loud moan, they both start moving.
Words can't describe it—the utmost feeling of being full while pressed between two bodies. They move in unison, like they always do as the perfect team, complimenting each other's pace.
My head feels foggy as I'm overwhelmed with pleasure, barely able to focus as they thrust into my body.
They move faster, changing rhythm so that one enters me while the other pulls back. Moans and cries spill from my lips in a heated mess, and I reach a hand toward Theo.
"You too," I manage to mumble, grabbing his cock.
His eyes darken even more, slowly removing his hand from between my legs to kneel closer. I lift my head as much as possible, pulling him into my mouth as I wrap my hand around the base. I hollow my cheeks as I suck, pumping my hand as I simultaneously bob my head.
"Look at you taking all of us," Theo murmurs with a groan. "You're fucking perfect, Aves."
"Yes, she is," Damon replies, slamming into me to emphasize his point.
My eyes lock onto Theo's hips, my hand letting go of his cock to drag my finger along the tattoo I placed on him.
This reminds me of that—a sensation that feels painful at first but quickly becomes pleasure. Like the tattoos Theo marked me with, or the cut on my thigh from Grey, it's overwhelming in the best way.
It's raw, unrestricted emotion and need. Enough to shatter my world and make me forget about the horrors that live behind closed doors.
My escape. A fulfillment.
My hips are pulled back slightly to make room as Grey pushes his arm between mine and Damon's bodies. His hand lands on my clit, fingers on either side as he rubs in time with his thrusts.
I moan against Theo's cock as my eyes roll into the back of my head and Grey squeezes my ass with his other hand. "Are you going to come for us, pretty girl?"
"She's clenching down on me so fucking tight," Damon growls, placing his hand on the back of my head. He pushes me forward, making me take Theo deeper into my throat.