Page 57 of Push My Buttons
I consider for a moment, then direct them where I want them to go.
"Fuck," Theo breathes, already moving into position behind me. "Are you sure?"
I nod, my certainty absolute. I want this—want them—in every way possible.
They rearrange themselves with surprising coordination, as if they've done this before. Jace settles against the headboard, his back supported by pillows, while Theo positions himself behindme. I find myself on my hands and knees between them, my body humming with anticipation.
Jace cradles my face in his hands, his expression tender despite the raw desire in his eyes. "If it's too much at any point, tap my thigh three times," he says. "We'll stop immediately."
I nod, my heart swelling at his concern even in this moment of intense desire.
Theo's hands grip my hips, his thumbs making soothing circles on my skin. "Ready, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice strained.
I answer by lowering my head, taking Jace into my mouth in one smooth motion. His sharp inhale is intensely satisfying, as is the way his hands tighten in my hair.
Behind me, I feel Theo position himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. He enters slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. The sensation of being filled makes me moan around Jace, the vibration causing him to curse softly.
"Christ, Wren," Theo groans once he's fully seated. "You feel incredible."
He begins to move, setting a measured pace that allows me to focus on pleasuring Jace. I establish a rhythm between them—taking Jace deeper as Theo withdraws, pulling back as Theo thrusts forward.
"Look at you," Jace murmurs, his voice thick with wonder and arousal. "Taking both of us so perfectly."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, reveling in the way his breathing changes, the way his fingers tighten in my hair.
Theo's pace increases gradually, his thrusts becoming more insistent. One of his hands slides around to find my clit, circling it in time with his movements. The dual stimulation makes myinner muscles clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
"That's it," he encourages, his fingers working more deliberately. "God, you're getting tighter."
I can feel another orgasm building, a tight coil of sensation winding at my core. Jace must sense it too, because his hand cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek with surprising tenderness given the circumstances.
"Let go," he says softly. "We've got you."
Theo's thrusts become more purposeful, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. His fingers on my clit move faster, more insistently. The combination of sensations—Jace heavy on my tongue, Theo deep inside me, both of them surrounding me with their heat and strength—pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm tears through me with stunning intensity, my body clenching around Theo as waves of pleasure radiate outward. I manage to keep my rhythm on Jace despite the overwhelming sensation, determined to bring him the same pleasure.
"Fuck, I can feel you coming," Theo groans, his pace faltering slightly before he regains control. "So tight around me."
Jace's breathing becomes more ragged, his hips lifting slightly to meet my mouth. "I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "So close."
I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, using every trick I know to push him toward release. His hands tighten in my hair, guiding me now rather than letting me set the pace. The slight edge of control in his grip sends another pulse of heat through me.
Behind me, Theo's movements become more erratic, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. "Can't hold back much longer," he grits out. "You feel too good."
The knowledge that I'm bringing them both to the edge fills me with a fierce satisfaction. I work them both with renewed determination, my body still sensitive from my own release.
Jace comes first, his body tensing as he spills down my throat with a deep groan that seems torn from somewhere primal inside him. I swallow everything he gives me, maintaining eye contact as he watches me through heavy-lidded eyes.
The sight must push Theo over the edge because his rhythm falters, his thrusts becoming deeper, more desperate. With a curse that sounds almost like reverence, he drives deep one final time, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release.
For a moment, we're all still, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. Then Theo carefully withdraws, pressing a kiss to the small of my back as he does. Jace helps me up, pulling me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
Theo stretches out beside us, his hand finding mine and squeezing gently. "Well," he says, a smile in his voice. "That's officially the best morning I've had in... ever."
I laugh softly, my shoulders shaking with mirth. Jace presses a kiss to my temple, his arms tightening around me.
"How are you feeling?" he asks softly.
