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“Oh god?—”

“You’re taking him so well, baby.” Dante is right behind Cruz now, one hand on Cruz’s lower back, the other steadying his own cock. “Look at you. So good for him.”

Cruz bottoms out and we both groan.

“Stay still.” Dante’s voice in his ear. “Don’t move. Let her adjust. Eyes on her.”

Cruz looks down at me. “Sweetheart. Christ. You okay?”

“More than okay.” I cup his face. “Move. Please.”

“In a second, baby.” Dante’s thumbs press into the dimples at Cruz’s lower back. “I’m coming in. Don’t move yet.”

I watch Cruz’s face as Dante pushes into him.

His mouth falls open. His eyes shut. The flush spreads down his throat to his chest, and his cock pulses inside me where he’s gone impossibly harder.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Dante?—”

“That’s it.” Dante’s forehead drops between Cruz’s shoulder blades. “There. All the way.”

For one long suspended second none of us move. I can feel Cruz throbbing inside me. Cruz can no doubt feel Dante throbbing inside him. We’re a chain of three and I don’t know who’s in control anymore.

Dante breaks first. He pulls his hips back and rocks forward, and the motion pushes Cruz deeper into me, and I keen.

“There we go.” Dante does it again. Slow. Controlled. “Cruz doesn’t have to do anything. I’ll fuck him into you. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cruz breathes. “Oh yeah. Like that. Like that.”

“Like that?” I drag my nails down his chest. “He’s fucking you so good you can’t even move?”

“Sweetheart, you got such a filthy fucking mouth?—”

“You love it,” I retort.

“I love it.”

Dante’s rhythm picks up. Each thrust drives Cruz into me, and I’m being fucked without Cruz doing the work, and the helpless, dazed look on Cruz’s face is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“He looks pretty like this, doesn’t he?” Dante’s voice over Cruz’s shoulder, his eyes finding mine. “Big strong fighter, taking it so well. Letting me take control.”

“So pretty,” I agree, and Cruz makes a wounded sound.

“Don’t—you two can’t talk about me like I’m not—oh fuck, do that again?—”

Dante does it again, snapping his hips harder this time. Cruz’s eyes roll back.

“He’s loud when he’s getting fucked,” Dante tells me. “Did you know that, baby? Loud and sweet.”

“I want to hear him.”

“Then make him loud.”

I reach up and pinch one of Cruz’s nipples between my fingers. His whole body jerks.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah?” I roll it. Pinch harder. “Like that, big guy?”