Page 107 of Push My Buttons
They establish a rhythm, Jace's thrusts pushing me forward onto Theo, then pulling me back as he withdraws. I'm suspended between them, filled from both ends, surrounded by their heat and scent and sounds of pleasure.
"Look at her taking both of us," Theo says, his voice filled with wonder. "Like she was made for this. Made for us."
Jace's hands tighten on my hips as his pace increases. "Perfect," he agrees, his voice strained. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
The praise washes over me, adding to the pleasure building once more in my core. I hollow my cheeks around Theo, drawing a deep groan from him.
"Fuck, Wren," he gasps, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Your mouth... it's incredible."
Jace's thrusts grow more forceful, each one hitting that spot inside me. I'm close again, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
Then Jace's hand slides between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is all it takes to send me crashing over the edge again. I cry out around Theo, my body clenching around Jace's cock.
"That's it," Jace encourages, his fingers continuing their relentless circles. "Give us another one. I know you can."
Before I've fully recovered from the second orgasm, I feel Jace withdraw. I whimper at the loss, but he soothes me with a gentle stroke down my spine.
"We're not done yet," he promises, his voice dark with intent. "We want to give you everything tonight."
I hear the snap of a cap, then feel something cool and slick against my other entrance. Jace's finger circles the tight ring of muscle, not pushing in yet, just applying gentle pressure.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice serious despite the desire evident in his tone. "We don't have to if you don't want to."
I pull off Theo long enough to whisper, "Yes. Please."
The desire in my voice seems to break something in both of them. Theo groans, his hand tightening slightly in my hair, while Jace lets out a shaky breath.
"Relax for me," Jace murmurs, his finger pressing more firmly now. "That's it."
The initial intrusion burns slightly, but he's patient, working me open slowly with one finger, then two, adding more lube as needed. By the time he has three fingers inside me, I'm pushing back against his hand, seeking more.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
"Yes," I gasp, the word clearer now, stronger.
Theo withdraws from my mouth, moving to lie on his back beneath me. His cock stands rigid against his stomach, glistening with my saliva. "Ride me, sweetheart," he says, his hands reaching for my hips. "Let me fill you while Jace takes your ass."
The crude words send another wave of heat through me. I straddle Theo, sinking down onto his length with a gasp, feeling him stretch me deliciously. His hands grip my waist, guiding my movements as I adjust to him.
"I love watching you take my cock," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as he watches where we are joined.
Behind me, Jace applies more lube to his cock, then positions himself at my other entrance. I feel the blunt pressure of him there, my body tensing instinctively.
"Relax," he soothes, his hand stroking down my spine. "I've got you. I won't hurt you."
I focus on my breathing, on the pleasure of Theo filling me, and gradually relax into the sensation. Jace pushes forward slowly, the stretch burning but not painful. I gasp as the head of his cock breaches me, my body adjusting to the intrusion.
"Good girl," Jace praises, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. "You're doing so well. Just a little more."
He continues his careful entry, pausing whenever I tense, allowing me time to adjust. Theo remains still beneath me, his hands caressing my breasts, my sides, my face—anything to distract me from the initial discomfort.
"That's it," Jace murmurs when he's finally seated fully inside me. "You've taken all of me. So perfect. So good for us. Such a good fucking girl."
The feeling of being so completely filled, of having both of them inside me at once, is overwhelming. I can't move, can barely breathe, as my body adjusts to the new sensation.
"How does it feel?" Theo asks, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"Full," I manage to whisper, the word inadequate for the intensity of what I'm experiencing. "So full."
