Page 60 of When We Breathe
“No.”
“Good. Suck my man’s cock.”
My core clenches around Adam’s dick, making him groan.
“Yeah, I love it too, baby.”
I’m making a mess all over Gabe’s dick. My saliva runs down him as I suck and lick, trying to pay attention while Adam slams into me and fucks me from behind.
I can’t help but moan as Adam grips my hips, fucking me hard, but then he pulls out, and I can hear Gabe sucking my juicesoff Adam.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
We go like this for a while—Adam fucking me, Gabe sucking him, and me going down on Gabe—until finally, Adam lifts me off the sexy-as-fuck man beneath me. He shifts us so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, my back is to his front, and Gabe kneels before us.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” Gabe says, reaching out to brush his knuckles over my nipple. “Look at you two.”
“We’re going to fuck our girl,” Adam says before biting my neck. “What do you think of that, Princess?”
“Yes, please. Yes, yes, yes.”
Adam chuckles behind me, then pushes his hands under my thighs and lifts me, but he doesn’t slide into my ass.
He slides into my pussy again, making me circle my hips and moan.
“You’re getting me so fucking wet for your pretty little ass,” he whispers next to my ear. Gabe’s jaw tightens.
We’re all so fucking turned on.
Finally, Adam lifts me, pushes me forward a bit, and notches the crown of his cock against my asshole.
We’ve done this before. I was so nervous the first time, but they were gentle and patient with me, and now it’s my favorite thing to do with them because it truly ties us all together.
I breathe through the first stings of pain, but once he’s worked his way inside, I lean back against him again, my legs spread wide, ready for Gabe to slip inside my pussy.
“Fuuuuuck,” Gabe growls, watching the two of us. “Christ, I love you.”
“Who are you talking to?” Adam asks.
“Both of you.” Gabe shuffles forward and kisses me first, then shifts to Adam as he guides his dick into my pussy. When he finally shifts all the way, when they’re both seated inside me and I feel so full that I think I might explode, I feel tears prick my eyes. “Whoa, don’t cry, Shorty. This can stop.”
“No! Don’t stop.” I shake my head and reach up to urge Gabe’s lips down to mine. Adam kisses the back of my neck, and I can feel it.
The way we breathe perfectly in sync.
The way our heartbeats have matched up.
I’m home.
This is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Always.
“I love it. I’m so full.”
“Can we start to move?” Gabe asks. “Or do you need us to wait?”
I know the wait has to be torture.
“You can move.”
