Page 108 of Push My Buttons
Jace's hands find my hips, holding me steady. "We're going to move now," he says, his voice gentle but commanding. "Just a little at first. Tell us if it's too much."
They begin a careful rhythm—Jace withdrawing slightly before pushing back in, Theo rocking up into me with shallow thrusts. It feels incredible, the slight friction between them through the thin wall separating them adding another layer to the pleasure building inside me.
"Look at you," Theo marvels, his eyes fixed on my face. "Taking both of us like you were made for it. Like your body was designed to be filled by us."
His words send a shiver through me. There's something undeniably right about this—about being sandwiched between them, surrounded by their heat and scent, filled by both of them at once. As if my body truly was made for this exact purpose.
Gradually, they increase their pace, finding a rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. Jace's fingers dig into my hips, guiding my movements, while Theo's hands continue to roam my body, touching me everywhere he can reach.
"Perfect," Jace groans from behind me, his voice tight with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect around me."
The initial discomfort has faded completely now, replaced by a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Each thrust sends wavesof sensation through me, building toward something I can sense will be earth-shattering.
"Touch her," Jace commands Theo. "Make her come while we're both inside her."
Theo's hand immediately slides between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation makes me cry out, my body clenching around both of them.
"That's it," Theo encourages, his fingers working magic against my sensitive flesh. "Let go for us. Let us feel you fall apart."
Their thrusts become more synchronized, more powerful, driving me rapidly toward the edge. I'm surrounded by them, filled by them, completely at their mercy—and I've never felt so powerful.
"Mine," Jace growls in my ear, his pace increasing. "Ours. Say it. Say you’re ours just as much as we are yours."
"Yours," I gasp, the word falling from my lips without hesitation. "Both of yours."
Something about the admission, about surrendering completely to them, to this moment, breaks the last of my restraint. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, more powerful than anything I've ever experienced. I scream—a real, full-throated sound that tears from me—as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending.
My body convulses around them, clenching rhythmically, drawing them deeper. I hear Jace curse behind me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. Beneath me, Theo watches my face with wonder, his expression strained as he fights to hold back.
"So beautiful," he whispers, his hands holding me steady as I shake above him. "So fucking beautiful when you come for us."
Jace follows me over the edge with a groan, his body pressed flush against my back as he empties himself inside me. Thesensation of his release triggers another wave of pleasure, smaller but no less intense, making me whimper.
Theo is the last to fall, his hips jerking up into me as he comes with my name on his lips. I collapse onto his chest, sandwiched between their bodies, utterly spent and completely satisfied.
For long moments, none of us move. We lie together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing, connected in the most intimate way possible. Jace presses gentle kisses to my shoulder, my neck, while Theo's hands stroke lazily up and down my sides.
Eventually, Jace carefully withdraws, making me wince slightly at the sudden emptiness. He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. With tender care, he cleans between my legs, his touch gentle on my oversensitive flesh.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort or regret.
I nod, too exhausted for words or even signs. Theo shifts beneath me, easing out of my body before gathering me against his chest.
"That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're incredible."
Jace rejoins us, sliding into bed on my other side so I'm cradled between them. His arm drapes over my waist.
"Thank you," Jace says softly, his lips brushing my temple. "For trusting us with your body. With your heart."
I turn my face into his chest, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through me. There's something profoundly healing about this moment—about being held by both of them, cherished and protected after being so completely vulnerable.
"I love you," I whisper, the words coming easier now, stronger. "Both of you."
"We love you too," Theo says, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you can possibly know."
Jace's arm tightens around me. "Always," he agrees. "No matter what happens, that will never change."
As I drift toward sleep, cocooned in their warmth and affection, I realize something important. In surrendering to them, in allowing them to take control, I haven't lost my power—I've found a different kind. There's strength in vulnerability, in trust, in allowing myself to be completely seen and known by the people I love.
