Unbroken

And maybe this wasn’t going to work.

But maybe it would.

Maybe they’d find a way.

They had to.

Because this? Having her pinned between them as he pushed his cock into her body for the first time as she devoured Hunter’s mouth—

This was perfection.

She hissed as Leo fit himself inside her, breaking past that thin barrier in one smooth stroke; her whimpers turned pained as Hunter’s hand stroked her hair now. He reassured her, licking at her tears, telling her, “It’s over, flower. It’ll be pleasure now, I promise.”

Leo didn’t know how long he stayed like that, buried inside Skye, his eyes glossy, his cock pulsing to move. Time didn’t seem to exist. He felt himself floating in limbo, his body tightly wound as he waited for her direction.

Such sweet torture.

He felt his cock twitch, felt his body break into trembles as he kissed her skin and shut his eyes—

And then she pushed against him, like she was feeling around the fit of his cock buried deeply inside her. She adjusted to him, her breaths picking up now as she let out a soft moan.

Hunter looked over her shoulder and into Leo’s eyes. “Fucking move, Leo.”

Skye

Where there’s pain, there’s pleasure.

And I was a ball of pain.

My pussy felt raw as Leo moved in and out me, but every stroke of his cock brought on a pulse of mind shattering pleasure that triumphed over the pain. I was moaning loudly, unable to stop crying out for him to, “Keep going, keep going, Leo…”

And he did.

In the gentlest, most torturous way.

I was in a haze of lust. My hand searched for Hunter’s cock, the taste of him still fresh on my tongue. I stroked him, staring into his eyes as Leo continued to fuck me, his hand cupping my breast, his mouth sucking at my throat.

All around me I was being touched, tasted. Hunter’s lips were dancing along mine, his eyes peering back at me, his hand rubbing at my soaked clit. I licked him back, bit at his hard chest, ran my tongue over his nipple, lapping up his sweat, his taste, all of him as Leo continued to move into me, filling me wholly.

I loved when Hunter gripped my hair, forcing a kiss out of my gasping mouth. I loved the feral look of him as he devoured me with that stare—the stare that spoke to me, told me he wished he was the one fucking me instead.

I was going to come—

I was going to come—

I didn’t want to because I didn’t want this to end.

I wanted it to keep going forever.

Fuck, Leo felt good.

Fuck, Hunter’s cock was beautiful.

Fuck, I loved staring into his eyes, loved feeling Leo’s tongue skating along my sweat laced skin. And they wouldn’t stop talking to me. Wouldn’t stop fucking me up with their words.

“You’re gripping me so tight, angel,” Leo groaned, his voice thick with passion. “You have to feel her, Hunt…God, you have to feel her.”

Hunter’s hand wrapped around mine and he helped me pump him. “Grip me tighter,” he ordered in that strangled tone. “Faster.” I stroked him tighter and faster, and then he bit at my bottom lip, telling me, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Skye. You’re going to want it so fucking much—”

I gripped Leo’s hip painfully, tears born from pleasure and pain clouding my vision as I exploded, shaking, crying out as the giant tsunami of euphoria ravaged me.

I’d never—ever, ever, ever—felt so good in my life.

The look of me coming made Hunter’s hand tighten around mine. He made me stroke him faster as he bucked his hips. “Skye…” he moaned my name, and it made my heart jolt. I watched his face tighten, watched his eyes glaze back as he came hard. My core tightened at the sight of him in the throes of passion, my walls squeezing around Leo’s length—

Leo sucked in a breath in surprise. “Skye…” His fingers dug into my breast as he stilled behind me, panting as he buried his face into my hair. I felt his length pulse inside me. Felt the warmth of his come, and I shook at the pleasure it gave me.

Speechless, dazed, we lay there, panting into the open air with the rain pounding over us.