Relax? That was like telling the ocean to stop moving. She let her eyelids fall shut and clenched her fists, forcing the threatening tsunami back, fighting to keep it in check.
Jace’s mouth continued its erotic assault, and he slid two fingers inside her. Her cunt clenched around him, begging for more, for all of him to be inside her. He adjusted the pressure along her inner wall, teasing the sensitive spot inside.
Her head tilted back as the rush of sensation thundered through her. Fuck. There was no way she was going to be able to hold on and—
Searing heat spilled across her chest and nipples, cutting off her thoughts and nearly launching her off the bed. What the . . . Ohhhhhh, God! The initial burn of pain morphed into an intense, overwhelming surge of pleasure. The smell of vanilla wrapped around her.
“Candles are for more than romance,” Andre whispered, drizzling more wax down the line of her belly. She cried out and Jace held her fast against his mouth, the strokes increasing in intensity. “Come for us, bella.”
The fiery wax splashed right along her navel, pooling in her belly button and running lower, and Jace sucked her clit between his teeth. A scream that didn’t even sound like her own tore from her lungs, and she arched toward the ceiling, feeling as if she might levitate right off the goddamned bed.
Sharp, vibrating bliss fanned out through every cell, launching her up and over any place she’d been before. Her body rocked with the waves of it, the combination of orgasm-soaked sensation wrapping around her and holding her tight in its grasp. She didn’t want it to release her.
But before she’d even had a chance to catch her breath, the boys were turning her over, hardened wax tightening her skin and flaking off her at every move. Andre slid beneath her, moving her boneless legs to straddle him, and Jace ran his hands over her quivering shoulders.
“Neither of us has been with anyone else besides you or each other since we’ve last been tested,” Jace said in her ear. “Have you?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then we’re going to take you barebacked. Both of us. You understand?”
She nodded, the implication cutting through the afterglow of orgasm and firing up her desire anew. Both of them. They hadn’t tried before to take her simultaneously. Had told her they wouldn’t do that until they decided she was ready. A zip of fear and drenching need went through her.
Andre smiled up at her, his gaze enough to liquefy the wax still clinging to her nipples. He fisted his beautifully stiff cock and ran a thumb over the dampened tip. “Come ’ere, bella. That orgasm was just a warm-up.”
She laughed. “You two may kill me with the next one then.”
His large hands palmed her hips, drawing her over his cock. “We’re going to take good care of you. Promise.” He lowered her down to him, inch by delicious inch, sliding into the hot clasp of her core. Skin to skin. “Oh, bella.”
Ribbons of sweet awareness snaked through her, the snug fit of him inside her stretching her and tightening the plug in her backside. She splayed her hands over Andre’s chest to balance as he guided her up and down. The full feeling pushed all her naughty buttons, but how the hell was she going to handle both of them at once? She hadn’t seen the plug, but she’d guess Jace had to be twice the size.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Andre said, slowly rocking into her. “Trust that we’re here to make you feel good, not hurt you. Let go for us.”
He stroked a thumb over her engorged clit as he pumped into her, dragging her back into her senses and away from any worries. She was theirs. They loved her. They wouldn’t harm her. This was her always.
She tossed her mental parachute from her back, closed her eyes, and gave into the free fall, knowing the two of them would be there to catch her.
Heat blanketed her back as Jace pressed his chest against her. He stroked her hair, kissed the rim of her ear, nibbled her neck. “You look so beautiful right now. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
She reached back and circled her arm around the nape of his neck, sliding her nails through his hair, relishing the feel of him, the scent. He’d always had on her on some level. She’d known it since the first time he’d ever touched her. That piece of her heart had never returned. But now she knew what it really felt like to surrender it all. Without fear.
“Lean forward, pet,” Jace whispered. “I need to be inside you.”
She followed his directive, bracing her elbows on each side of Andre. Andre stilled his hip motion and lifted his head to catch her lips in a long, sensual kiss. His finger continued to stroke along her slick folds, grazing her clit each time, tightening the coil of need low in her belly again.
Jace’s palm pressed against the base of her spine and she felt the wiggle of the plug. She sucked in a breath and in one quick second, Jace had slid it out of her. She whimpered into Andre’s kiss, the ripple of pleasure followed by the strange ache of emptiness it left.
Cool liquid slid along her back opening and Jace dipped his fingers inside her, spreading the lubricant. Andre increased the pace of his stroking, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but not quite there. Making things that would probably feel uncomfortable under normal circumstances feel unbearably fantastic.
“Okay, baby,” Jace said, his voice as smooth as glass. “Just relax and let me in. Push against me.”
Andre deepened their kiss, keeping her muscles like putty, and she focused on not tensing. She didn’t want to undo the work the plug had probably done for her. The blunt head of Jace’s cock pressed against her opening, feeling impossibly huge, but she did as she was told and pushed against him.
Oh! The ring of muscles seemed to fight against the invasion, and pain/pressure mixed in with the pleasure of Andre’s continuous attention between her legs. She blew out a breath and pressed back against Jace again. The head of his cock breached the resistant ring and then slid in, her body giving up and opening to Jace.
But he wasn’t all the way in. Another thrust and her body seemed to stretch to capacity. Their cocks pressed against each other through the thin wall separating the spaces. Filling her. Making her gasp. They were both inside her, taking everything she had to give them.
Jace groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “You feel so goddamned good, baby. Jesus.”
She pulled away from Andre’s kiss, her senses on overload. She couldn’t move, her body pinned between the two of them. But she also couldn’t stay still. The energy building inside her looking for a way out. “Please.”
Andre pinched her clit and she cried out. “Please what, bella? You okay?”
“Please move,” she panted. “Please. Fuck me.”
One of Jace’s hands tracked up her belly, palmed her breast, caressed it. “Baby, don’t worry, we’re going to fuck you. Very thoroughly. But why rush?”
A pitiful, unintelligible plea passed her lips. She wouldn’t survive if they dragged this out. Her blood had already turned molten beneath her skin.
Andre smiled and drew his hips back, sliding along her sensitive tissues and brushing along the pressure of Jace’s cock. Then, as soon as he plunged back deep, Jace eased back in a perfectly timed alternating motion. Slow and steady, the glide of the two men inside her enough to shove her to the brink of madness.
Her nails dug into the sheets. She couldn’t help or control the pace no matter how much she attempted to. All she could do was take it how they wanted to give it. If they wanted to drag it out for the next hour, she was at their mercy. But God, if they did that she may never recover.
Her soft pants became moans. “I can’t. I need. Faster.”
“You want us to fuck you hard, pet?” Jace asked.
“Yes, sir. Please. I’m begging you.”
Jace’s grip on her hips turned bruising and Andre’s tucked something between their bodies and against her clit. It buzzed. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Blinding darts of pleasure shot through her and she yelped. Andre’s hands tangled in her hair, and the pace of the two men’s thrusts turned relentless.
Her body electrified as every molecule pulsed with a sanity-threatening energy. The sounds bursting from her no longer felt as if they were a part of her. The boys pistoned into her, their own male grunts and groans mixing into the soundtrack of skin smacking skin and unadulterated sex.
Sweat dripped from her as she fought to stave off her orgasm, but it was like trying to fend off a pack of lions with a twig. The sensation of being taken so fully—two cocks, Jace’s and Andre’s hard bodies surrounding her—and the insistent hum of the vibrator against her clit all coalesced into a volcanic mass inside her.
“Go ahead, bella,” Andre said, his own voice strained. “Go over with us.”
The words blew the top off her mountain. Her back bowed and a guttural scream raked over her throat and exploded out of her. Pleasure, edgy and intense and absolutely maddening, lifted her to some other plane where nothing else existed but the three of them. The screams went on loud and long as she came so hard her bones seemed to rattle with the power of it.
Andre’s own moan filled her ears, quickly followed by Jace’s as both men chased her orgasm with their own release. They pulsed into her, their sweet fluid heat filling her while she continued to ride a wave of ecstasy that seemed to only increase with each passing second.
Every system in her body seemed taken hostage as her orgasm refused to relent. Tears sprung forth and though she was anything but sad, she began to cry. Her chest racking with the overwhelming need to literally let everything out.
Vaguely she registered Jace slipping out of her, and she collapsed against Andre’s chest. Andre wrapped his arms around her and whispered soothing things to her as her body finally began to ease down from its high. “It’s okay, bella. Breathe. You’re okay. We have you.”
Jace was back in a matter of moments, and Andre rolled her to his side, sliding out of her while Jace climbed into bed and tucked her against his chest. Andre flanked her back. Hands brushed away her hair, wiped her tears, caressed her face.
After a few minutes, her sobs quieted and her head stopped spinning. She nuzzled against Jace, sniffling. “Why is it I can’t help going into the ugly cry when you guys get a hold of me?”
She could feel Jace smile even though she couldn’t see his face. “You and I have very different ideas of what’s ugly.”
Andre ran a hand along her hip. “Did we hurt you?”
“No, it was . . . amazing,” she said, trying to put it into words. “It was like there was too much energy and my body had to release it however it could, which apparently meant weeping. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to ruin the moment or freak you out.”
Andre’s chest huffed against her back with a soft chuckle. “Ruin it? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You were flying, bella. And we were right there with you.”
A smile lifted her lips as she snuggled against them, arms wrapping around her from both sides. Safe. Content. Loved.
She’d gone flying.
And they’d caught her.
They would always catch her.