Page 49 of Push My Buttons
Theo's hands slide around to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples as Jace begins to move. The dual sensation—Jace inside me, Theo teasing my sensitive peaks—sends pleasure spiraling through my body.
"Look at you," Theo whispers against my ear, his voice rough with desire. "Taking him so beautifully. I can't wait for my turn."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. The thought of them taking turns with my body, each claiming me in their own way, makes me clench around Jace, drawing a deep groan from him.
"She likes that idea," Jace tells him, his rhythm faltering momentarily before he regains control. "The thought of both of us having her."
Theo chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. "Such a perfect girl. That greedy little pussy wants everything we can give it, doesn't it?"
Jace's thrusts become more purposeful, his angle shifting until he hits a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I grip his biceps harder, my back arching as pleasure builds low in my belly.
"That's it," he encourages, his eyes locked on mine. "Let go for me. Show me how good it feels."
One of Theo's hands slides down my stomach, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circles it in time withJace's thrusts, the dual stimulation pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
"Come for him," Theo whispers in my ear. "Come around his cock. Then it's my turn to make you scream."
The pressure builds, a tightening coil of sensation that winds tighter with each thrust, each circle of Theo's skilled fingers. I'm close, so close, my body trembling on the precipice.
Jace leans down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that's surprisingly tender given the intensity of his movements. "Let go," he murmurs against my mouth. "I've got you."
Something in his voice—the sincerity, the care beneath the desire—pushes me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, making my body arch and my inner muscles clench around him. If I could scream, I would; instead, my mouth opens in a silent cry of pleasure as my body convulses.
Jace follows me over, his rhythm faltering as he drives deep one final time. I feel him pulse inside me as he comes. For a moment, we're perfectly still, both catching our breath, both savoring the aftershocks that ripple through my sensitive body.
Then Theo's hands are urging me to turn, to face him while Jace carefully withdraws, moving to dispose of the condom. I feel empty for only a moment before Theo is there, his already latex covered cock filling me in a single smooth thrust that makes my oversensitive nerves sing.
"My turn," he says, his voice tight with barely restrained need. "And I plan to make the most of it."
Where Jace was controlled, Theo is wild—his pace faster, his grip on my hips tighter as he drives into me again and again. The difference is exhilarating, like experiencing two completely different symphonies played on the same instrument.
Jace moves beside us, his hand coming up to brush sweat-dampened hair from my face. His touch is gentle, grounding, even as Theo's passion threatens to sweep me away. The contrastbetween them—one still gentle in the aftermath of his own pleasure, the other fierce in his pursuit of it—makes everything more intense.
"Look at her," Theo says to Jace, his voice strained. "Fucking perfect. Taking everything I give her."
Jace's eyes meet mine, warm with something that goes beyond mere desire. "She is perfect," he agrees softly. "In every way."
The tenderness in his gaze combined with the raw physicality of Theo's possession creates a perfect storm inside me. I feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the first, a rising tide I can't fight.
Theo senses it, his hand sliding between us to find my clit again. "Once more," he urges, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Come for me, Wren. Let me feel it."
Jace leans in, his lips finding my neck, the sensitive spot just below my ear. "We've got you," he murmurs, echoing his earlier words. "Let go."
The second orgasm hits harder than the first, a tidal wave that crashes through every nerve ending. My body arches, my inner muscles clamping down on Theo's length as pleasure radiates outward from my core.
Theo curses, his rhythm faltering as my body grips him. "Fuck, I can't—" He drives deep one final time as I drag him over the edge after me.
For a moment, we're all still, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. Then Theo carefully withdraws, disposing of his own condom before collapsing beside me on the bed. I'm sandwiched between them, their warm bodies cradling mine as we catch our breath.
"Well," Theo says finally, a smile in his voice. "That was definitely worth the price of admission."
Jace snorts softly, his arm tightening around my waist. "Trust you to ruin the moment."
But there's no real annoyance in his tone, just a fondness that makes my heart squeeze. I turn my head to see them looking at each other over me, something unspoken passing between them.
"I think," Jace says carefully, "we have a lot to talk about."
Theo nods, surprisingly serious. "Yeah. But not right now." His hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "Right now, I just want to enjoy this."
