It takes my pleasure-drugged brain several moments to understand his meaning. “Both of you?”
“Yeah.”
I’m already nodding before I can think better of it. “Yes.”
Eli rolls away for brief moment, and then he’s back, pushing a lubed finger into my ass. “Let us do all the work.”
I make a sound that might be a laugh. “That’s probably for the best. I can’t feel my legs.”
Abel cups my chin and lifts my face to his. “Better get used to that, sweetheart.” He kisses me as Eli pushes his cock into my ass.
We’ve done anal enough times that I know the drill. I shiver and relax into the penetration. He goes slow, working into me in short strokes that take him a little deeper each time, until he’s finally sheathed to the hilt. He releases a shaky exhale. “You good?”
I shift back against him, rocking a little, and grin when he curses in response. “Yeah, I’m good.” Better than good. Now that the aftermath of my orgasm is easing, my desire ramps up again. I stroke my hand down Eli’s arm. “This isn’t going to be the best position for this.”
“I know.” He gives a rough chuckle. “Hang on.” He bands an arm across my hip and rolls onto his back, taking me with him.
Abel follows us, ending up kneeling between our spread thighs. I can’t see his face clearly, but the way he drags his hand down the center of my body feels possessive in the extreme. He pauses to cup my pussy, idly pushing two fingers into me, and then his hand is gone, and Eli jerks under me. No doubt Abel is playing with his balls.
Eli curses. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before we even get going.”
“Have to work on that restraint.” But Abel says it almost kindly, almost like a promise.
He wraps his fist around his cock and presses it to my entrance. The slightest movement forward and he’s pushing inside me. Both he and Eli are large enough on their own, but with both of them inside me…
It’s almost too much.
I can’t catch my breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Abel hesitates, his cock half buried inside me. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”
“You’re too big.”
He goes still for one eternal moment and then laughs. It’s a deep, happy sound, and I’ve never heard him make it before. He leans down and catches my mouth in a rough kiss. “You know how to turn a man’s head.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.” He hesitates. “Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
“Thought so.” He gives another low laugh. “Eli.”
Apparently no further words are needed because Eli starts kissing my neck, zeroing in on the spot that makes me go melty, and reaches between me and Abel to lightly circle my clit. I’m still so sensitive that I can’t take much more pressure than he’s giving me, but after a tense moment, I give myself over to it. To all of it.
Still, Abel doesn’t move for several long seconds. “Ready for more?”
Eli sets his teeth against my neck. “You can take it, can’t you, Harlow? Just let him sink in a little more. All this cock, just for you.”
“I can take it.” The words burst out, an instinctive response. I don’t want this to stop. I don’t ever want this to stop.
“Good girl.” Then Abel is slowly sliding the rest of the way into me. I fight to relax, to simply let him do the work, but a steady pressure begins to build to the beat of my racing heart. They hold perfectly still, caging me between their bigger bodies and, gods, it’s almost too much.
Almost, but not quite.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I catch my breath. “I’ve got it.”
Abel begins to move, fucking me in slow strokes. From the way Eli’s hands tighten on my hips, he can feel every inch, too. Abel gives me a wicked grin. “Next time we do this, we’re both going to fuck you, sweetheart.”
“You’re both fucking me right now.”
“No, we’re not.” He executes another slow thrust, filling me again. Over and over again. It’s too much, far too much, and then suddenly it’s not enough. I start moving to meet his thrusts, which has me sliding on Eli’s cock in my ass and, holy shit, that feels good. But it’s still not enough.
“Please.” I sob out the word.
Abel moves first, guiding us onto our sides and shoving one of my legs up and wide. He holds me easily and glances over my shoulder at Eli. They begin to move as one, easing out of me, leaving me horrendously empty, and then filling me up with both of them. I’m helpless to do anything but take it, and I’m barely able to do even that.
Between one stroke and the next, I come. I orgasm so hard, my toes curl and my foot cramps. Eli’s seated in my ass, and he curses, barely pulling out of me before his come lashes my back. Abel isn’t far behind, pounding into me and then orgasming with a curse. He kisses me and then leans over me to kiss Eli. “Shower, and then let’s switch the sheets.”