Ace returns with a bottle of lube, his expression determined yet patient. “We won’t hurt you. We never do.”
It’s true. For all their roughness, all their dominance, they’ve never pushed me past what I could handle. Somehow, they always know my limits better than I do.
“God, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this,” I mutter, my heart racing as I look between their gorgeous faces. Something about these men makes me feel both terrified and invincible—like I could do anything with them guiding me through it.
I position myself on all fours, the cool sheets beneath my hands and knees. My body trembles, not from fear but from anticipation. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful all at once.
Cyrus moves behind me, his warm hands spreading my cheeks. I hear the cap of the lube bottle snap open. “Relax for me,” he commands, his voice gentle despite its firmness. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.”
The cold sensation of lube drizzling between my cheeks makes me gasp. Cyrus spreads it around my entrance, graduallyintroducing a finger. The stretch burns, but his patience is unwavering.
Ace positions himself in front of me, his cock hard and heavy before my face. “You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he says, running his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’ve noticed something about you—you get turned on when you suck cock, don’t you? The way your thighs squeeze together, how wet you get...” He taps his length against my lips. “Mine needs some attention. Get it nice and wet.”
He’s right—I do love it. I open eagerly, taking him into my mouth with a moan that vibrates around his shaft. The weight of him on my tongue, the taste, the way his breath hitches when I hollow my cheeks—it all sends sparks of pleasure straight between my legs.
Behind me, Cyrus adds a second finger, stretching me carefully while I suck Ace. There’s something about being trapped between them, serving them both, that quiets the noise in my head. The constant chatter of my past, the memories of being used and discarded—it all goes silent when I’m with them.
These men, dangerous as they are, have become the balm to my trauma. With them, I’m not running from my darkness—I’m embracing it, transforming it into something that brings me pleasure instead of pain.
Cyrus works a third finger inside me, the burn of the stretch giving way to a shocking pleasure that makes my knees tremble. I moan around Ace’s thick shaft as it slides deeper into my throat.
“That’s it,” Cyrus growls, twisting his fingers inside me. “Look at how your greedy hole is opening up for us.”
I can feel the cool air against my exposed entrance as he spreads his fingers, stretching me wider. The lube drips down my thighs, making everything slick.
“Fuck, she’s ready,” Cyrus announces, his voice strained with need. “Her ass is gaping for me.”
Ace grips my hair tighter, forcing my head down until my nose presses against his stomach. “Take it all, little dancer,” he demands, holding me there until tears spring to my eyes. When he finally lets me up for air, a string of saliva connects my lips to his cock.
Behind me, I feel the blunt pressure of Cyrus’s cock against my stretched hole. He pushes forward slowly, inexorably, and I whimper as the massive head breaches me.
“So fucking tight,” Cyrus hisses, his fingers digging into my hips. “Look at her ass swallowing my cock. It’s fucking beautiful.”
Ace thrusts back into my mouth as Cyrus sinks deeper into my ass, the dual invasion making me light-headed with sensation. I’m utterly stuffed at both ends, pinned between them like a butterfly to a board.
“You like being our little fuck toy, don’t you?” Ace taunts, tapping my cheek with his cock before plunging back in. “Taking dick in both your holes like the slut you are.”
Cyrus slaps my ass hard, making me jolt forward onto Ace’s cock. “Answer him,” he commands, knowing full well I can’t speak with my mouth full even as I try to mumble around Ace’s thick cock.
Cyrus begins to pump his hips, each thrust forcing me forward onto Ace, creating a rhythm where I’m constantly impaled, constantly full.
“Look at her taking it,” Cyrus says, his voice thick with lust. “Her ass is stretched so wide around me.”
My entire body seizes as the pressure builds beyond what I can contain. Ace’s hands grip my hair, controlling the depth of his thrusts into my mouth while Cyrus pounds my ass withmeasured, relentless strokes. I can’t breathe, can’t think—I’m nothing but nerve endings and sensation.
“She’s close,” Cyrus growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “I can feel her tightening around me.”
Tears stream down my face as Ace pushes deeper, my throat gagging around him. The dual invasion is too much—my vision blurs at the edges as the orgasm crashes through me. I’m choking, suffocating on pleasure as my body convulses between them.
Ace pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air as I shatter. My legs shake uncontrollably, and without their grip, I’d collapse entirely. The intensity leaves me sobbing, trembling as wave after wave pulses through me.
“Fuck,” Cyrus hisses, slowing his pace but staying buried deep. “Did you see that? She came just from being stuffed at both ends.” His hand smooths over my back, almost tender despite his crude words. “I think she’s ready to take both our cocks in this greedy ass.”
Ace withdraws completely from my mouth, circling around behind us. Cyrus shifts his position, staying inside me but adjusting to a crouch over me that leaves room behind and changes the angle of his cock. I feel the mattress dip as Ace joins him.
The snap of the lube bottle cap makes my stomach flip with nervous anticipation. I hear the slick sounds of Ace coating himself, preparing.
“You’re going to take us both in that tight asshole,” Ace says, his voice steady and certain. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”
