Get Lucky

And slowly, I start to shatter. Slowly, I lose my ability to think, or say anything at all but “more” and “harder”. I can feel both men swelling up inside of me, their growls getting fierce and their grips getting tighter, and I know all three of us are going to explode at any second.

“I want you to come for us, baby girl,” Eamon growls into my ear. “I want you to fucking come for us with our cocks deep inside of you. And I want you to know how ours you are when you do.”

“You want to come for us, sweetness?” Clay hisses into my lips as he kisses them roughly. “Come for us, Phoebe. Let me feel that sweet cum all over my cock. Come for both of us, and never stop coming for us.”

The two of them start to move ever faster, their big cocks pounding in and out of me, making me scream in pleasure as the fire ignites inside of me. I hang on to them for dear life, turning back and forth to kiss both of them as I start to tumble right for that edge.

Clay pushes his hand between us, his fingers rolling my clit as his mouth sucks one of tender pink nipples between his lips. Eamon groans, twisting my head around to kiss me fiercely as his hand comes down with a sharp spank on my ass as he drives his cock balls deep inside of me.

And suddenly, it all explodes.

The wail starts in my throat and comes ripping out of my lips. I throw my head back, screaming my release at the ceiling, pure fire and light exploding through me as the two of them drive in balls deep and roar into my skin.

And then, they’re crashing over the edge with me.

My orgasm thunders over me, blazing through me like wildfire as both gorgeous, rough men drive in balls deep and just explode. Clay crushes his lips to mine as he pulls me down as tight as I can get on his cock as it pulses and explodes, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside my pussy as my own orgasm just keeps tumbling into a new one.

Eamon hisses into my neck, his teeth raking my skin as his big cock plunges deep in my ass. I cry out, feeling his balls pulse against me before I feel the hot, sticky jets of his cum blasting into my ass. I come again, shuddering between them, my head spinning and spots dotting my vision before I collapse across Clay’s broad, powerful chest.

The three of us are silent for a second, panting, sucking down air and shivering in the heat of what we’ve just had. Four hands stroke my skin, two mouths gently and tenderly kiss their way across my neck, my lips, and my shoulders, until I’m melting between them.

I need to tell them everything. I have to, because we’ve gone past anything I’ve ever known, and this has moved way past just being great sex.

This is real.

This is terrifying, and new.

But I know this is something I never want to stop feeling.

8

Clay

I lose track of time with her in my arms. The world, the universe, the job we’re here to do? All of it just sort of fades away, and for the first time in forever, my head just feels clearer.

And damn does that feel good.

After we both take her like that, we go again, but slower this time. This time, we each take our damn time with her. I watch, my cock rock hard and a smile on my face as Phoebe rides Eamon, easing up and down his fat cock over and over until she comes, clinging to his neck and kissing him fiercely. When it’s my turn, I take her against the wall, my hands gripping that tight little ass and my mouth on her neck as I plunge into her dripping wet cunt. I fuck her slow and deep, loving the way she comes again for me before I follow her over, emptying my balls inside of her until she’s so full of both of our cum it’ll be dripping down her thighs for a week.

And the truth is, I want her like that always. I want her with us, forever, and forever marked by us.

Phoebe stirs against my chest, her fingers entwined with one of my hands and one of Eamon’s as she looks up at the both of us.

“So, why are you really here?”

I glance at my friend, and with one look, I know there’s no lying to her. No fucking way. With her, it’ll be the truth, always. Because if she’s going to be with us—with the both of us—she needs to know what we are, exactly. We’re not monsters, but we’re no angels either. There’s blood in our past, and there’ll be blood in our future. That’s how we got to where we are today.