Page 162 of Did They Break You

Storm keeps brushing his thumb over my thigh, and Cortland’s hand is warm and comforting on my opposite one.

“I just thought...” Cort shrugs, nudging his nose against mine. “You might want to do it over.”

The pad of Storm’s finger circles my clit and I lean further back into Cortland, gasping as my knees fall to the sides, exposing me more fully. Cortland pushes into me, and I clench around him, staring up into his eyes, his arm still around my chest.

“Cortland,” I moan, and he slowly adds another finger and Storm keeps playing with my clit.

“You’re so needy, baby,” Cort whispers, his lips brushing mine. “You like him touching you?”

I dart a glance at Storm.

He’s still watching me.

My face flushes hot.

“Yes,” I answer honestly, looking back up at Cortland.

He tilts his head, kissing me so deep he steals my breath. But then Storm’s finger trails down my slit, and just as I tense, gasping into Cort’s mouth, Storm pushes a finger in too.

Three inside of me.

And they move together.

I’m trembling in Cortland’s arms and he runs his open mouth over mine. “You’re amazing,” he whispers as he and Storm finger fuck me in tandem. “You’re fuckingamazing.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” My words are whispers, and I just want to give in to this. I want to melt, but I don’t want to fuck up whatever is happening with me and Cortland. Not after he said it was over with Maya.

“Shh, baby. Let yourself go. I won’t be mad.”

The couch shifts and Storm is crawling over me, up my body. I turn my gaze to him, see his face inches from mine, his hand between us, still fingering me alongside Cort.

“He won’t be mad,” he echoes Cortland’s words. He drops his head to mine, and his breath smells like peppermint and marijuana. “And he’s right, Remi.” He tilts his head, so his lips are angled over mine but he doesn’t kiss me. “You do feelfucking amazing.”

“Spread your legs wider, baby,” Cortland whispers in my ear.

I do, and Storm is on his hands and knees over me, dwarfing my body while Cort does the same behind me, me in his lap. I can feel Cortland’s erection against my ass.

And I wonder how this ends. How I’ll feel afterward.

But in the moment, I don’t care. I just want it.

Slowly, Cortland pulls his fingers out of me and I almost gasp with the release. But then he holds his index and middle finger between me and Storm, who pulls back a little.

In the glow from the TV, I see the slickness of me as Cort spreads his fingers.

I open my mouth, almost expecting him to push them down my throat. But he brings them to Storm’s lips instead.

My heart nearly stops.

Still fingering me, adding his own middle finger to his index, making me whimper, Storm opens his mouth.

And sucks the taste of me off of Cortland, his pale blue eyes never leaving mine.

My mouth drops open.

Cortland pulls his fingers out, then brings them to my lips.

Storm leans in again, his brow to mine. Then his lips hover above my own, Cortland’s fingers between us.

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