“Please,” I moan.
Ryan’s lips travel down my cheek, and then he pushes up, hovering over my back. “I need you to bear down for me, okay?”
I nod, doing as he asks, and Ryan pushes the tip of his cock in. Pain rips through my body, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Grant brings his lips to mine. His tongue dips into my mouth, swirling and tasting. Ryan waits for several long seconds, allowing Grant to create a distraction, and then he pushes inside of me inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I moan, blinking through the sting of tears.
Ryan stops. He’s gripping my hips so tightly, I’m sure he’s going to leave fingerprints there. “Are you okay?”
“It hurts, but it feels good.” So good. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt. “I feel full. So full. I don’t know how else to describe it.”
“Complete?” Grant offers. His eyes shift to Ryan’s over my shoulder and then back to me. I nod.
“And whole. I feel whole.”
“I’m going to give you a second to adjust to us, Emma. Tell me when you’re ready, and Grant and I will start a rhythm that I promise you’ll love.”
I’ve never been so ready for anything in my life. With my left hand, I reach behind me to grip Ryan’s ass so I can hold him to me. I wrap my right hand around the back of Grant’s neck and rest my forehead against his.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on Grant’s as Ryan pulls out of me before slowly sinking back in. It only takes a few thrusts for the pain to fade to pleasure. My heart hammers inside my chest. Nothing has ever felt this good. An overwhelming sense of love and completion settles over me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and the urge to give them the same euphoric feeling is too strong.
I roll my hips. Grant moans and Ryan presses his head to my back.
“Slow, sweet girl. We don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
I don’t want to go slow. My hormones are taking over and the only thing I can think of is getting closer to these two men. I feel possessive and the need to claim them grows with each passing second. “Please,” I beg, rocking my hips again.
That movement is all it takes. Everything around us erupts in a flurry of moans and tongues and dirty words.
Fuck, that feels good.
So goddamn tight.
Please, don’t stop.
Their hands and lips are everywhere. I don’t know where they end and I begin, and I don’t care to find out. Right now, we’re one. We’re three best friends—three lovers—coming together, and it’s perfect. I don’t ever want it to end.
As promised, Grant and Ryan find the perfect rhythm, but I can’t move. I’m trapped between two hard, large bodies, and it’s the best damn place in the entire fucking world.
If I die tomorrow, I will die a happy woman.
“Harder,” I pant.
Ryan slams into me, rocking my body, and Grant grunts.
“Fuck, Emma,” he breathes. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Tight and warm. I’m not going to last.”
“Hold the fuck on,” Ryan says. “I’m almost there.”
“Me, too.”
Grant’s body shudders, and then I feel a rush of moisture as he explodes inside of me. Ryan’s hips pump furiously, tipping me over the edge, and I scream both of their names as my own orgasm rushes through me.
Ryan’s body stiffens on top of my mine, and then his hips jerk. He comes long and hard as he releases himself into my ass.
We all collapse on the bed in a heap of sweaty, sated bodies. Ryan pulls out of me and rolls to the side, allowing me to roll off Grant.
Ryan is on my left side, his hand cupping my breast, and Grant is on my right, his semi-hard cock resting against my leg. My body feels empty without them inside me, but there’s a fullness in my heart that wasn’t there before, and that’s the feeling I hold onto.