I tensed, and beneath me, Silas slowed to a stop. Everything else happened too fast. Regan stepped off the stair, and Grant climbed up. He was gloriously naked. The impressions from the gag were fading quickly from his face, and he looked very much like he usually did. Sexy. Beautiful. Like the man I’d fallen in and out of love with.
Wasn’t I lying to myself about that last part? I hadn’t been able to turn off my feelings for him, no matter what I did, which meant I was still just the teeny-tiniest bit in love with him.
He stood motionless, waiting for direction, but looked ready to take me as soon as Joseph snapped his fingers.
He didn’t snap them, but he pointed to the edge of the table and looked at me. “I want your feet here.”
I sucked in a breath, knowing what was coming next if I followed his order, and what would happen if I didn’t. I could plead my case that I didn’t want my first time with Grant to be like this, but my mind roared back it didn’t matter. Because the first time was also supposed to be the last.
I’d spent years separating emotion from sex. Why the fuck couldn’t I do it now?
Joseph was annoyed at my delay. “Is what I’m asking you to do physically challenging?”
“No, Sir,” I whispered.
“Then do what I fucking said.”
That sounded more like the Joseph from three years ago. His dark tone spurred submissive me into compliance. I leaned back, placing my hands on Silas’s hard chest, awkwardly unfolded my legs, and slid them forward. I brought my knee up and planted one foot, then the other, while keeping him uncomfortably lodged inside my body.
It opened me up. Made space for Grant to move in. For him to have and share me.
The tremble in my arms had nothing to do with muscle fatigue from supporting my weight, and everything to do with him. Why was his dick hard? Why did he look at me like he was dying to have this?
“Do it,” Joseph said.
It was emotional warfare, and Joseph had weaponized Grant against me, and most of me didn’t care. We’d been waiting for this moment for so long, how it happened wasn’t relevant.
The question hung in Grant’s eyes. Are you sure?
I pressed my lips together and nodded. He moved in, nudging his tip against me, and then inside.
“Fuck,” all of us said as a single unit. Joseph allowed it without discipline.
Tight. That was the only word I possessed, the only thought I had. I was so full, stretched beyond comfort and verging dangerously close to pain. But like most pain I received in this room, it came with pleasure too.
I gasped for breath, swallowing air as Grant advanced, pushing deeper.
I’d had double penetration before, but never with two men. It had always been a toy or a finger subbed in. This was shockingly different. Not just in its physical feeling, but to know I was being shared. Two men taking their pleasure from me at the same time.
My pussy clenched, choking on Grant’s dick, and he latched onto my waist, as if needing to hang on. His gaze was intense, and I couldn’t look away. I wouldn’t dream of it. There was nowhere else to look but him.
No directions came from Joseph. Silas began to move as Grant did, and the men fumbled along until they found a rhythm. It was like a dance, in a strange way. The trio of us working together, everyone’s movement relying on the others.
Heat filled my core. I wasn’t going to last long like this. It felt so different, so new, and way, way too good. The muscles of Silas’s chest beneath my hands bunched. He groaned in succession, getting louder as we hit our stride.
Grant had one hand on my waist, and he scooped the other behind my neck, helping to hold me steady. We were only a breath from each other, and his gaze dropped down to trace my lips. He was thinking about kissing me. I was thinking about it too.
But then I began to cross over, where the need for release pushed everything else out of its way. I half-moaned, half-sobbed as I tried to convey what was coming, warning the men. Grant froze, but it was too late for Silas. He continued to pump and tipped us both over the edge.
My cry was panicked as it rang in the room, followed by his deep gasp and a bunch of curse words. I rode out my orgasm with both men inside me, and as I came, I hung onto the back of Grant’s neck, mirroring his hold.
He watched me, his mouth hanging open. Could he feel every pulse of my body on him? Could he feel Silas’s? The orgasm was sharp and intense, but so overwhelming, I was almost relieved when it began to let up.
Everything was hazy in the aftermath. I was lifted off Silas, and he slid back, out of my way, so I could sit on the edge of the table and wrap my legs around Grant’s waist. Joseph was there, handing a handful of wipes to Silas as he climbed off the table.
As I continued to recover, Grant simply watched me, fascinated. The air in the room began to swirl and shift. Silas cleaned up and pulled on his clothes, but Joseph moved in, standing at the side of the table. I got the sense that whatever he’d planned for the evening, it had all been leading up to this moment, when I was at my weakest.
I yanked up my shields, preparing for the next round. Grant was still inside me, and I was sure now Joseph wanted him to get inside my mind too.