Page 111 of Ecstasy
Because he does.
And when Alex’s cock brushes against me, and I suck in a sharp breath, Eli says, “It’s okay, baby girl. Just relax,” in such a quiet, soothing voice I just want to...I just want to sink into him. Sink against his chest and let him touch me and love me and—
“Arch your back more.” Alex’s voice. Cold and impassive. Like they’ve switched. Hot and cold, I don’t know which one’s which anymore.
But I do as Alex says.
His fingers come to either side of my lips, stretching me wider. And he can see everything. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before but this way, like this...
Again, I think this might not be a good idea. This is incredibly fucking stupid. My mind is getting in the way of how I feel physically, ruining this for me. Like a hamster on a wheel, my brain keeps thinking of all the ways this might go wrong.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
Eli keeps one hand on my ass and jerks my chin with the other, forcing me to look down at him. “Hey,” he says softly as Alex puts a hand flat on my back and starts to press himself against me. “You’re here. Right here. Don’t think, Zara.” He pulls my face down to him, so my lips are hovering above his. “Don’t think,” he repeats softly, and his words touch my mouth. “Just feel.”
And then Alex is pushing into me and everything...burns. It’s tight and uncomfortable and it hurts and...
“Just feel,” Eli says again as I throw my head back, arching my neck and my back as Alex keeps pushing and pushing and just as I think my eyes are going to roll back in my head and I might black out and I don’t know if it’s from pain or pleasure...he’s in.
He’s as far in as he’s going to get, and his chest falls against my back as he fucks me and Eli starts to move too, beneath me.
Both of them are inside of me is nearly too much and I’m too tight and too full and yet...
It’s everything. It’s fucking everything. Especially as Eli trails his hand down my throat and reaches between us, his fingers circling my clit. My inner muscles contract around them and Alex groans against my neck, brushing my hair from my back with one hand and gripping my side with the other.
“Fuck,” he says against my skin. “Fuck you feel so good, Za. You’re so fucking tight. You’re so fucking good.”
They fuck me together, and Eli keeps circling my clit with his fingers, he keeps gripping my ass with one hand. The three of us are a sweaty, panting mess and Alex is still groaning and I’m moaning so loud I know people can hear me.
Kaitlynwill hear me. Us.
I know it and I don’t care.
I don’t care.
When Alex’s hand comes around my throat and his tongue is against my ear and then he’s actually all the way in, all the way inside of me and Eli is too, I just don’t care. I don’t fucking care.
I just want them. I just want this.
“Fuck, I love you,” Alex pants against my ear. “I fucking—I fucking love you,” his words are groans, and his fingers tighten around my throat as he fucks me harder and beneath me, Eli pinches and pulls my nipples and he fucks me, too. They’re both moving so fast and so hard I almost feel as if they’re competing. As if they’re trying to see who can break me first.
And maybe I shouldn’t be, but I’m turned on all the more for it and when I feel myself getting close, they must feel it too.
Eli cups my face with his hand. “I like feeling him fuck you against me,” he tells me as Alex does just that, every thrust driving me further against Eli. Eli’s hand is still between us, still circling me and I’m so close. “I like feeling you nearly get fucking ripped apart.”
God, I’m so close.
Eli likes it.Alex hates it. But Alex just told me he loves me. He just told me, so maybe he doesn’t.
Maybe he likes this, too.
Maybe he likes what I like.
“Come on, baby,” Alex says in my ear. His grip tightens on my throat so hard I’m no longer moaning because I’m no longer breathing. “Come for me. Come all over us for me. You’re a nasty fucking whore, but you’re my whore.You’re mine.”
And then Eli’s hand comes beside Alex’s and they’re both choking me, covering every inch of my throat. And everything is exploding in shades of grey and black behind my eyes and Eli’s other hand is between my legs, his fingers slick and wet against my swollen clit.
Just like when Eli was holding me under, just like when he almost killed me that night, I’m dying for air, but I can’t stop it. My body can’t stop it. I clench around both of them, everything so tight and so full.
