I line myself up and thrust into her in one smooth push, the wet heat of her closing around me like she was made for me.
A groan claws its way out of my chest before I can stop it. “Fuck… you’re perfect.”
Beau’s voice is dark silk. “Think she could take two cocks?”
Her head lifts slightly at that, a flicker of eagerness in her voice when she says, “Yes. Please.”
The sound nearly undoes me. “You sure?” I groan.
“I can take it.” She nods.
Levi, who’s half-reclined on the bed trying to catch his breath, is already hardening again just from watching. He mutters a curse under his breath that makes my cock twitch inside her.
I start slow, letting her adjust, letting myself savor the way her body grips me. But she’s pushing back already, small movements that make the slick between us louder, wetter.
I grip her hips, pull her back into me, my thrusts going deeper until my hips are flush to her ass.
Beau shifts closer, his hand at the back of her head, guiding her mouth to him again. She takes him even as I fuck into her from behind, her muffled moans vibrating around him.
“Good girl,” Beau groans, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re gonna take all of us.”
The heat in the room is suffocating—a heady mix of slick and sweat and pheromones that’s got my control fraying fast. I fuck into her harder, my nails biting into her skin, the sound of her working Beau’s cock in her mouth nearly tipping me over the edge.
“Open for me,” I growl, and she does, her knees spreading wider, giving me even more.
I catch Levi’s gaze over her shoulder—his pupils blown, his breathing sharp. He’s palming himself now, slow strokes as he watches.
I know what he’s thinking. Hell, I’m thinking it too.
“Ready to make her feel full?” I ask him, my voice low and raw.
His answering smile is wicked. “Always.”
Levi shifts forward on the bed, his knee brushing mine as he positions himself between her legs. She’s still on all fours, her slick coating my length and running down her thighs in glistening trails.
I ease out just far enough to make space for him, my cock throbbing from the sudden change in pressure. Levi’s hand goes to the small of her back, rubbing slow circles, and his voice drops low.
“You sure about this, sweetheart?”
She glances over her shoulder at both of us, her lips swollen, chin still shiny from Beau’s cock. “Yes. Please. I want it.”
The eagerness in her tone is a punch to my gut. My hips flex forward on instinct, and she gasps, her back arching.
“Hold still,” I murmur, bracing one hand on her hip.
Levi wraps his fist around his cock, stroking himself until he’s fully hard again, the thick head flushed dark. He shifts lower, the heat from his body radiating against the inside of her thighs as he lines up.
I keep my pace slow, shallow thrusts that leave her open for him. The first press of his tip against her entrance makes her shiver, her fingers tightening in the sheets.
“Breathe for me,” I tell her, though I’m the one having trouble drawing air.
Levi pushes forward—not all the way, just enough to breach that first tight resistance. Her breath hitches, her whole-body tensing between us.
“That’s it,” Beau murmurs from the side, his hand in her hair again. “Take him. You can take both.”
She moans low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her body and into mine.
Levi pushes deeper, his hips angling until we’re both inside her—the stretch obscene, the heat of her wrapping around us like molten silk—my vision blurs for a second.
