The Ruckus

Yes.

I couldn’t say anything with my lips wrapped around Axel’s cock. Still, I trusted Micah to read my body language—not a difficult task since I was shamelessly pressing myself against his hand and making noises like an absolute pornstar.

Axel threaded his fingers through my hair and gently guided my head up and down on his shaft, whispering sweet, filthy things while Micah lifted my legs and wrapped them around his body in order to part my damp folds with the swollen head of his cock.

And when Axel reached down to take one of my pebbled nipples between his finger and thumb, I could have floated away. Like I might have been having some kind of out-of-body experience.

It was seriously sensory overload. Already almost more than I could handle. One at a time, they would have been wonderful, generous lovers—but both of them at once?

God, it was seriously too much, but in the very best way. I didn’t want ever to get enough of them—didn’t want to ever take those unbelievable sensations for granted.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Micah whispered as he slid his full length into me. “So fucking tight. I want to fuck you like this for hours, baby. For days, if you’d let me.”

“And your mouth...” Axel took a deep breath and smiled as I looked up at him, my lips still stretched wide around his shaft. “Can’t ever get enough of you, beautiful.”

“I don’t ever want you to get enough,” I said, letting his cock fall away from my mouth for a moment. I reached up to stroke him while I tried to catch my breath, but it was nearly impossible to focus on anything aside from the waves of pleasure that Micah sent through my body.

“Oh my God,” I panted, rocking my hips against him. “Yes... please... more.” He thrust harder, faster, deeper until I finally had to take Axel’s cock into my mouth again just to keep all the embarrassingly needy whimpers from spilling out.

“You like that, baby?” Micah asked, moving his hands down to my hips and pinning me in place on the bed below him. “You like sucking him while I fuck you? Are you ready to be good and come for us like you know you want to?”

I wanted all of it—everything they could give me—but all I could do was moan and hope they understood. I’d never been able to give myself so completely to a man in bed before. I’d never even considered being as open and vulnerable with two men. And to think that it was with those two men—guys I never imagined would be so thoughtful and caring and hot and dirty, all at the same time.

They were everything I’d never even realized I needed. And God, I would have been so happy if the three of us could stay there in that bed, connected and happy and satisfied together for the rest of our lives.

“Moan for us again, sexy,” Axel said, snapping me back to reality when I was starting to float away again. “Let us know if you’re ready to come.”

God, I was so ready.

I didn’t just moan. I gasped and cried out, letting Axel’s cock slip from my mouth again in my needy eagerness. “Please, please, please,” I chanted in time with each thrust Micah made. “Need you... need both of you... oh, God, I’m so close.”

“I’m close, too,” Axel groaned, stroking himself as he stood over me. “Gonna come all over you, baby.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Come for me... please.”

Someone groaned again. Maybe it was one of them. Or perhaps it was me. I didn’t know and didn’t care. The pleasure that had been radiating up from within had completely overwhelmed me until the only thing I could hear—the only thing that mattered—was Micah giving me permission to finally come.

“That’s it, sexy,” he said. “Come for us. Now, Jasmine.”

My release was so intense that I probably would have passed out if I hadn’t been so determined to savor and enjoy every single second of the time I had left with them. The wave that had been building up inside me had finally crested, leaving me trembling and exhausted but so, so satisfied as my guys’ orgasms overtook them as well.

Axel’s hot jets streaked across my breasts while Micah pulled out and finished across my belly. “Yes... oh my God,” I panted as they both collapsed onto the bed on either side of me. “That was... perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” Micah murmured, finally close enough to kiss me deeply.

“Perfect for the two of us,” Axel added, nipping at my neck from my other side. “Perfect, sexy, smart, determined... I don’t know how we got so lucky, but I thank God we did.”

“Amen to that,” Micah grinned.

But honestly, I was the lucky one. I didn’t just have one perfect man. I had two who complemented each other and balanced me out so well it was as if the three of us had been custom made for each other.