She gazed down at him, afraid to breathe, afraid to move.
“He won’t hurt you,” he whispered, squeezing her hips. “It’s going to feel so good.”
“It’s too tight. He’s too big. It hurts.”
“You like to be hurt.”
Damn him, it was true. “Oh, God,” she cried as Liam pushed deeper. At some unseen signal, Ruby withdrew, lifting her, so she felt both of them moving inside her, one in, one out. The feeling of fullness was shocking, scary. Amazing.
Liam withdrew as Ruby surged in again. Ohhh… Now that her ass had grown accustomed to Liam’s thick tool, inklings of pleasure began to unfold. With his free hand, Liam reached around to flick and tug her nipples, pressing his hips against her backside. Then he drew out and Rubio drove deep into her sopping pussy. Yes, she was wetter than she’d ever been. Yes, this was the raunchiest thing she’d ever done.
At first the rhythm was slow and steady, a team effort. They were careful, helping her, manipulating her, and protecting her from harm. But once she got into it, all of them let go. She started moving her hips in rhythm to their thrusts, arching her ass so Liam could bury himself inside her, then clenching her pussy to make Ruby bark with pleasure. After a while, Liam released her hands.
“Lace them at the back of your neck,” he said. “Keep them out of the way while we fuck you.”
She obeyed, letting them hold her, manipulate her, pinch her, scratch her, pull her hair as they moved her back and forth. Her pelvis ached with peaking arousal as they worked both her holes. “Oh, please,” she begged. “Please let me come. I’m gonna come.”
“You can only come with both of us inside you,” Ruby said. “When you’re filled up with both our cocks.”
Liam pressed against her from behind, bracing his arms on the floor, while Ruby tugged at her nipples, squeezing them until she cried out. She felt trapped between them, conquered and impaled, at the mercy of their masculine will.
“She’s so tight,” Liam said. “Holy shit.” He made a sound like he was dying. Petra could sympathize. This felt so carnal, so deeply elemental, their cocks driving into her as she ground her hips. Liam paused to finger her clit, tapping it, teasing it. She sucked in a breath and reached down to guide his fingers.
“No,” he snapped. “Where do your hands belong?”
With a sob, she made fists and returned them to the back of her neck, wishing to God she could rub herself to orgasm.
“Do you want him to touch you again?” Ruby asked.
“Yes, please, I want him to touch me,” she said with a hysterical note in her voice.
“Ask nice,” he said with a jolting thrust. “Maybe he will.”
Petra racked her brain for nice words, but all she could come up with was please, do it, now. “Um, uh. Please… Liam, sir, please…”
“Please play with my pussy while you fuck my ass. Try that,” Ruby said.
“Please play with my pussy while you fuck my ass,” she repeated eagerly, bucking on their alternating cocks. “Please.”
Liam made a soft growl of a sound. “How about, Please play with my pussy while you destroy my asshole. Try that.”
“Hm, good idea,” said Ruby appreciatively.
“Please…” Petra couldn’t remember anything he’d said. She just wanted to come. “Please…fuck me…destroy me…blow me up with a mine…whatever!”
Liam grimaced at Ruby. “I think we broke her brain, man. Sorry.”
Ruby grinned back. “At least her pussy is still working.”
“Please,” Petra said, squeezing on both of them, teasing her nerves into a frenzy. She was so close to completion, to blessed release. “Oh, God, please.”
Liam drove deep in her ass, palming her clit at the same time. She jerked against his hand, needing more. He was teasing her on purpose, only giving her so much. If she moved her hips, she could get a bit more sensation. At her sinuous movements, the men each groaned in turn. Ruby’s hands tightened on her hips, then he let go with one hand and licked his thumb, and slid it across her clit in a direct blast of sensation. Now both of them were touching her, teasing her, exploring her wet folds. She threw her head back, banging it against Liam’s chest.
“Please, please, don’t stop…” Her whole body felt poised to explode.
“Come on, baby,” Ruby said. “Show us how much you like being fucked.”
They both drove inside her, so thick, so deep. Her arousal sparked and expanded into something more, a blue-bright flame that broke wide and set her on fire. Her mouth fell open as her body contracted around their cocks, with wave after wave of delicious pleasure. Liam grabbed her from behind, hugging her tight as his own orgasm exploded. A moment later, Ruby’s hands trembled against her skin as he bit out expletives in a mixture of English and Portuguese.
Oh, God. Thank God. She wouldn’t have survived another minute. Her pussy and ass contracted intermittently for several long moments in the aftermath, each tiny pulse met with hoarse masculine approval. None of them moved beyond the basic needs of resting and breathing. For five minutes, maybe, they laid that way in the middle of the play room floor, with Petra sprawled over Ruby, and Liam hugging her on his knees from behind. She started to drowse, it felt so comfortable. All the energy in her body seemed to have flown in the wrenching explosion of her orgasm.
Finally, Liam shifted and said softly, “Still alive? Neither of you are moving.”
“I died,” said Rubio. “Look after Pet for me, okay?”
Liam squeezed her shoulders. “Can I get you anything, Petra? Some water? A blanket?”
“I need a shower,” she whispered. “But I don’t think I can walk.”
Liam eased out of her and helped her totter to her feet, then Ruby swept her up and carried her to the bathroom. The Italian marble shower was big enough for three, and they slipped and slid together, soaping and rinsing each other in a mist of steam. When they got out, the men toweled Petra dry, checking out her welts and bruises. She didn’t speak much during the inspection, only answered their questions and drifted on the feeling of their fingertips against her skin. What was there to say? That was the raunchiest, hottest fuck-fest ever. She’d come like a banshee with two cocks inside her, one of which belonged to her best friend’s husband.
After that, they collapsed in the bed together, relaxing by the soft light of the play room’s LED candles. Ruby took her speechless catatonia as a compliment to his virility, which it was. “Poor, tired Petra,” he said, brushing her hair back. “Did you really have fun?”
“I had twenty-five Christmases worth of fun.” She rested her head on his arm as he drew her closer. “Thank you for the unforgettable night.” She turned to Liam, who was flicking through messages on his phone. “You, too, you crazy sadist. Thanks.”
He smiled. “It was my pleasure, literally. From beginning to end.”
“Can you remember all of it, to tell Ashleigh?” asked Ruby.
“She’s going to love it. The end part especially. She’s such a perv.”
“Poor Ashleigh,” Petra said. “She missed out on all the fun.”
“It’s not like we can’t do it again.” Liam thought a moment. “We can make it an annual tradition. Mark your calendars. December twenty-fourth.”
Petra and Ruby exchanged a look. An annual tradition? Sure, if they were still together in a year. They’d be dancing together, certainly…but the rest? Ruby looked away before she did, before she could do the math of how close they’d become if they were still a couple a year from now.
Liam looked back at his phone, then went still, pausing in the middle of scratching his chest. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“What is it?” asked Ruby.
“Scary Gary has officially left the country as of ten o’clock this evening, with legal restrictions against coming back.”
Petra stared at him, blinking, trying to process his words. “He’s gone? Paulsen’s gone?”
“According to my people, he’s flying over the Atlantic Ocean right now.”
“You’re sure?” Ruby craned his neck to read Liam’s phone. “You’re sure he left?”