Time loses meaning. The sun goes down, and the moon comes up. The room is a haze of sweat and sex, and they take turns.
Billy takes me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he bounces me on his cock and bites my shoulder until I bleed.
Tex takes me on the floor, bending me over the edge of the bed, spanking my ass until it is red and calling me his “good girl.”
Seth takes me in the bathtub, surrounded by lukewarm water. He holds me in his lap, lifting me up and down, kissing my neck—gentle even when he is rough.
I come. And come. And come.
My body is a live wire. Every touch sends sparks through my nervous system.
I lose count of how many times I orgasm. I lose count of how many times they knot me.
I’m filled with cum. It leaks out of me constantly. It coats my thighs. It stains the sheets.
I’m thirsty. Someone holds a glass of water to my lips. I drink.
I’m hungry. Someone feeds me a piece of toast. I chew mechanically. But all I can think about is the next thrust, the next bite, the next knot.
At some point, I black out. It isn’t from pain, but from pleasure. My brain short-circuits, unable to process the intensity anymore.
I wake up to darkness, sandwiched between two bodies. I feel a hand on my hip, a leg thrown over mine. Someone is inside me—not moving, just there. I shift my hips, and a groan sounds from behind me.
It’s Billy. He’s half-hard, nestled in my slick folds.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs against my hair. “We’ve got you.”
But the fire licks at my spine.
“No,” I whisper, pushing my hips back until I feel him slide inside. “More.”
He growls, his arm tightening around my waist. “Insatiable,” he mutters, starting to move.
I feel movement on the other side of me—Tex. He’s watching us in the dark, his hand sliding down my stomach to cup my mound.
“Ready for round... whatever?” he asks.
I nod. I’m always ready.
The days blur. There is no morning, no night; there is only the bed, the bodies, and the heat.
I’m washed with cool cloths and dried with towels. I’m fucked until I’m raw. I scream until I have no voice. I’m never alone.
There’s always a hand on me. A mouth. A cock.
I become addicted to the feeling of them inside me. When Billy pulls out, I panic; the emptiness is a physical pain.
“Shh,” Seth soothes, sliding into his place. “I’m here.”
When Seth finishes, Tex is there—ready and waiting. They work as a unit, passing me around like a precious doll.
They talk to each other over my head, coordinating and sharing. They don’t ask for permission; they just take. And I give. I give everything.
I am drowning in them. I am suffocating in their scent. I am buried under their weight, and I never want to come up for air.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I know this is temporary. I know the heat will break eventually. But I can’t imagine a world where I don’t have this, where I don’t have them.
I don’t want to imagine it.
