His eyes are screwed closed with concentration, and like this, he appears so much like his twin that my heart aches. Two boys, cut from the same cloth. Two boys who are mine.
Scott is reclining on the bed, his hand cupped around his softening cock, his sweat-slicked chest still rising and falling. “That’s it, Sawyer,” he mutters. “Fuck her.”
“Shit.” Sawyer grits his teeth, setting an even more punishing rhythm at his brother’s request, and all the while, Cary’s hands squeeze my breasts, tweak my nipples, and then slide between my body and his brother's so he can play with my clit.
Pleasure like lightning whips between my legs, and I writhe between Cary and Sawyer, loving the sensation of being held between two huge men.
“SHIT!” Sawyer shouts as my pussy begins to contract around him. As I come, I can’t make a sound. My lips stick to my teeth as my mouth stretches in ecstasy.
Someone else swears, the sight of our combined pleasure as overwhelming for onlookers as it is for us. When Sawyer flops over me, pressing a blissful kiss to my lips, I thread my fingers through his curls and cup the face of the man who made me tremble.
As he pulls out, wetness trickles between my ass cheeks. I reach down to feel it, finding my pussy swollen with pleasure and deliciously slippery. Whoever is going next won’t find any resistance.
“Want to try and take two?” Colt asks me, stroking my cheek.
“Two?” My voice is weak and confused, but after I’ve uttered the question, I think I get what he means.
“Roll over and sit on Cary. I’ll show you.” Colt helps me to rise, encouraging me to turn so that I’m straddling Cary’s lap. His cock is standing hard and proud, and I slide down on it, my eyes never leaving his. “That’s it,” Colt says from behind me as Cary’s face relaxes. Colt strokes down my back, urging me to lean forward into Cary’s waiting arms. His hands roam my ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he moves closer. “Just relax.”
Relax?
I can feel his cock sliding through the cheeks of my ass. He’s not going there, is he? I’m definitely not ready for that. Although it feels good when he strokes over my taint. So good that a little sigh leaves my lips.
“That’s it, baby,” Cary says gently. “Breathe. Colt will be gentle.”
As he says it, Colt’s cock notches at my entrance next to his brother’s. “I’ll go slow,” he says, holding my waist to keep me in place. “I’ll go slow, and you relax, and it’s going to feel amazing.”
Amazing?
But they’re so big and I’m so tiny. Is he seriously thinking he can push inside me too? I already feel as though I’m stretched to capacity but the pressure feels good and I want to please them. If they think it’ll work, I’ll trust them.
Colt’s not wrong. I breathe slowly as Cary’s hands stroke over my back. Colt leans in, using his weight to force me open more than I thought could be possible, but it is. It works and he’s inside me, and it’s bliss. I swear I see stars as he starts to move, grinding into me slowly as Cary struggles to stay still.
“Fuck that looks good,” Scott says. My eyes meet his and he’s shaking his head with appreciation, his fist wrapped around his already-hard cock. Did he not have enough? I don’t think I’ll have it in me to give him more.
“You’re beautiful,” Cary whispers in my ear. “So perfect for us. So right.”
“We’re gonna make you feel so good,” Colt says from behind me, smoothing his rough palm over my sensitized skin. I didn’t think it would be possible for him to be right but he is. Pressed so hard against Cary’s pelvis, my ravaged clit is already sending buzzes of pleasure, and two cocks inside me are sliding over the little bundle of nerves that brings it all together.
“I think she’s going to come,” Cary says, and then I do, as though his words have yanked the pleasure from deep in my soul. I’m trembling and shaking as Colt and Cary seek their release. Just as in life, they’re synchronized in sex, coming simultaneously and stretching me open even more.
I’m sweat slicked and ravaged, panting and overwhelmed. They slide from my body, their seed spilling on the covers beneath me, and gently roll me onto my side. Up in the stratosphere somewhere, I don’t hear what they’re saying. I don’t feel their touch or care about anything other than floating in sensation. It takes time for me to come back to earth and when I do, Cash is behind me, with his arms wrapping me up so I’m surrounded by his embrace.
“Melanie,” he whispers. “Are you okay?” I nod, my mouth too dry to speak and he kisses me on the neck reassuringly. “Have you had enough?”