"Yeah."
Dante waits for the nod, then pushes in. I feel it through Cole's body, through the break in his breathing and the way his muscles lock for two seconds before releasing. His hips press harder into mine, driven by the weight behind him, his cock shifting inside me with each of Dante's thrusts.
"Fuck," Cole says into my throat. "I can feel him. And you. Both. At the same time."
"Welcome to my world," I say.
Dante sets the rhythm, every thrust into Cole driving Cole deeper into me. Three bodies linked. Dante's hands on Cole's hips. Cole's hands pinning mine. My legs locked around Cole. The circuit closes with Dante against Cole and Cole inside me.
Cole's breathing shatters. Lifting his head, he looks down at me, eyes blown wide, mouth open. Dante hits a spot inside him, and Cole's hips jerk, sending him deeper into me. I cry out and grip his hands harder.
"That," I gasp. "Again. Whatever he just did."
"Dante," Cole manages. "Do that again."
His grip tightens on Cole's hips. "Which part?"
"You know which part."
Dante does it again. Cole's whole body tightens, and his cock drives into me at an angle that knocks the breath out of my lungs. Every thrust reaches the hands pinning me down, the mouth at my throat, the pressure building between my legs.
"I'm close," I say.
Cole's hand pulls free from mine and slides between us. His thumb finds my clit, circling with the pressure he knows I need, the pressure calibrated over four years of paying attention.
"Let go," he says.
Dante increases the pace. As his thrusts get harder, Cole braces above me, absorbing the impact, his thumb still working me. His mouth is open above mine, his eyes glassy, his jaw shaking as Dante drives into him.
"Both of you," I say. "I want to feel both of you come."
"Ladies first," Cole grits.
I glare up at him. "Don't call me a lady while you're inside me."
"Force of habit."
Dante slams into Cole. Cole's hips drive into me. His thumb presses hard against my clit, and all three points of pressure send me over. In waves, the orgasm rips through me. I clench around Cole, and he groans, his rhythm breaking.
"I can't hold," Cole says. "Maya. I can't—"
"Then let go."
He drives in deep, his body going rigid. Against my pulse, his teeth sink into my neck, my name buried in my skin. I feel him pulse inside me while Dante grips his hips.
Dante follows.
The three of us break in sequence. Me around Cole. Cole around Dante. The chain pulls tight and releases.
Dante collapses against Cole's back. Cole collapses against my chest. Their weight presses me into the mattress. I let them pin me there.
"You're both very heavy," I say.
"You love it," Dante says, muffled against Cole's shoulder.
"I tolerate it."
Cole's mouth brushes my collarbone. "Lies."
