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“Are you okay?” Griff murmurs.

“Yeah,” I assure him, holding onto his shoulders and glancing back at Sebastian.

“Fuck, you are tight,” Sebastian tells me, reaching for my hair and grabbing a fistful. He tugs my head back while he withdraws, then eases inside me again. I try to focus as he starts to give Griff directions, but once my body adjusts and they both start moving inside me, I can’t concentrate on anything other than the new sensations. My body has never been this full before. It’s the strangest feeling on its own, but then thinking about it, about Griff and Sebastian both inside my body at the same time—it’s dizzying. Griff is still checking on me, making sure I’m okay. Sebastian isn’t. He knows my body can handle it and now he uses it for his pleasure.

The strangest—and most intoxicating—part of this, though, is how I have absolutely no control. I am powerless, the movements of my body dictated by the movements of theirs. They find a rhythm that works for them and I’m just along for the ride, sandwiched between them while they move in and out of my body in tandem, filling me with their cocks, running their hands all over me, grabbing, caressing, teasing. They do whatever they want to me with their lips and hands and cocks. I’m a receptacle for their desires. My body belongs to them—I belong to them. As if to emphasize their ownership over me, Sebastian turns my head sideways, claiming my lips while Griff thrusts up inside me so hard I can’t keep from crying out.

The pleasure is beyond words. Beyond any feelings I’ve ever known before. Normally I feel like I’m building to an orgasm, but right now I feel like I live inside one. I can’t breathe normally. Griff and Sebastian seem to communicate without words, one speeding up while the other moves slower, pushing more deeply inside me, then switching paces. At one point they both pick up the pace and I feel like a fuckdoll, being bounced and used by these two strong men, chasing their pleasure inside my body.

It’s incredible. It’s intense. I have butterflies swarming my already too-full body. I’m floating in a pool of pure pleasure. They seem to accept that I have the hang of this now and they stop taking turns altogether—they both pound into me hard and deep. I lose

my last shred of control and come apart, crying out as Griff drowns me in a sea of pleasure with his cock. Bless his girth, he hammers that big, beautiful cock into my G-spot until magic occurs. Only now the magic is happening and I have no control of anything, all I can do is cry out against Griff’s chest while he continues to fuck me, while Sebastian buries himself inside me. Oh, God, the orgasm won’t end. The friction of Griff’s cock rubbing the same pleasure spot only seems to intensify it, the thrust of Sebastian’s hips pushing me harder onto Griff’s cock.

“Oh, God,” I cry helplessly.

And helpless, I am. The only thing I’m capable of right now is feeling, and I feel everything.

“Are you okay?” Griff asks again.

I nod, closing my eyes and letting them have their way with me.

Sebastian’s hand tightens in my hair. “Ride his cock, baby. Ride it hard.”

“I can’t,” I murmur. “I can’t do anything.” I try to obey. I try to grind my pussy but I give up. It’s too difficult with both of them moving inside me at the same time.

“Do you like that?” Sebastian asks, roughly.

He already knows the answer, but I tell him anyway. “I love it.”

Their rhythm is perfect now. They thrust my body back and forth like they were born to. I take both of them like I was born to. I come again. And again. And again. I think they’re separate orgasms, at least. I can’t be entirely sure. I’m just a vessel of pleasure at this point. It all feels so good all the time.

Griff comes inside me first. I’m so relieved when he stops thrusting and I can collapse on top of him. He holds me in his arms while Sebastian continues to fuck me in the ass. I whimper and sigh; I bury my face in Griff’s chest and start to touch myself. I’m exhausted, but I want to come with Sebastian.

I rub my clit while he fucks me, while I lie on top of Griff, and the pleasure expands again. Sebastian wants it too, so he warns me, giving my body just enough time so I’m riding me climax as he explodes inside me.

I try to catch my breath. Sebastian pulls out of me and crawls on the bed beside us. My heart is still pounding. My husband grabs me around the waist and drags me off Griff, pulling me snugly back against his chest and kissing my shoulder.

This is his way of making sure I’m okay. He rarely asks, doesn’t feel the need to, but he holds me now and that’s all I need.

Griff rolls over on his side and scoots closer to me. I smile softly and reach out my hand to run it across his jaw. It’s about all the strength I can muster right now. My body feels like Jell-o. Every ounce of strength has been fucked out of me. I want Griff closer, I want to be held close to both of them, but I can’t move.

“Come closer. I want you both to cuddle me.”

Griff glances past me at Sebastian, perhaps for permission. Probably that. We’re always looking to Sebastian to tell us what to do. I’m sure he likes that; I just hope Griff doesn’t mind it.

That reminds me of all the work I need to do and I don’t have the mental capacity for all that right now. I just want the simple pleasure of having my two men hold me close. Griff must get whatever permission he needs because he slides closer and drapes his arm across my waist. His massive, muscular chest is so warm and comforting in front of me, while my husband’s strong arms are locked around me from behind.

I close my eyes, feeling so safe and loved here between them. I should probably feel filthy, filled with their cum, my body held between them. I don’t, though. I feel treasured. I know how much each of these men cares for me, I know how much they care for each other, and I love being the glue that holds them together.

16

Griff

I can feel a difference in Moira tonight. I don’t know if it’s because she had some time with Seb to recharge or because of what we just did to her, but she feels more open.

Even though she has granted me full access by all outward appearances, I couldn’t shake the feeling I got on occasion that something was missing. Like I’ve spent my whole life longing for a home, and someone gave me the keys to a heartless model house, lovely to look at, but lacking in sincerity. It’s a pretty set-up to show other people what can be theirs, but no one makes a home there.

I felt like an ungrateful bastard for feeling that way, though. Moira’s been amazing. She’s given me everything I asked for; she’s there for me when I need her. She says all the right things at just the right time, but I didn’t always feel like she meant them. I thought maybe it was me. Maybe it was because I was new to her, or maybe I just couldn’t accept that she wants me. Maybe it’s not enough that she wants me—I want more, but since she has to give to Seb too, I don’t know how much more she has to give.



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