Page 44 of Wrong Squad, Right Mess

“It’ll be easier this way. You’ll move those hips of yours, fuck her, and that’ll make it easier for you to take me.” Ingram grasped my hip with his other hand, getting me to move forward and back in tiny thrusts. Each retreat from Yun forced his fingers deeper into me, though, and before long it felt as though he remained still and I fucked myself on his fingers. Each time I grew used to the girth, though, he’d add another, taking his time to stretch me out.

It was so much more intense than when he’d blown me earlier, then when he’d barely fucked me at all with his fingers. It went to show that he wasn’t doing this just for fun—he was doing it to get me ready for his cock.

Yun kissed me as well, just as Carter used his grip on her to lift her and drop her back down again, fucking her in hard but short strokes, each one making her cunt crank down on me.

“Just do it,” I bit out to Ingram when it felt as though he’d taken more time than needed.

“Hey, who’s the expert here?”

That reminder might have chilled me any other time, but right then it reassured me. I might be going into this blind, but he wasn’t. He knew exactly how to go about fucking me without it hurting, without me having to worry.

“I’m not fragile,” I muttered, the words escaping between the frantic kisses I exchanged with Yun.

“You always have been stubborn. Fine, you want all of me? Let’s see if you’re singing the same tune soon.”

I didn’t need to think about what he meant, or tense, before he pulled his fingers free and plunged his cock into me in one punishing thrust.

Light sparked in my eyes, or hell, maybe it was my own mind. Maybe the pleasure hit me so hard that it lit up parts of my brain I hadn’t experienced before, like it rewrote the whole damn thing.

And it took everything I had not to come right there. His thrust had forced me deeper into Yun, pinning me between them, a stark reminder of how different my two lovers were.

Yun was softness wrapped over steel, a woman reborn in trauma who had dragged herself from that hell herself. She gave so easily, and her body wrapped around mine so perfectly.

Ingram, on the other hand was demanding, like stone that wouldn’t be moved. He was hunger and darkness and shadows, and he fucked me with hard thrusts that went to show he didn’t plan on letting me off easy. It scrambled my thoughts, made it impossible to hold onto anything except the two of them.

Which was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Each time he withdrew, I did the same with Yun, and when he slammed back into me, the momentum caused me to fill Yun. We worked out a rhythm, or perhaps it was more accurate to say we moved and it somehow worked out together.

Kenyon slipped closer, stealing one of Yun’s hands to wrap around his cock, and I let him turn her face toward him as well. It was fine—I doubted my kisses were that great given my current distraction. No doubt they lacked in any skill or finesse.

So instead I focused on everything else, on the way that fullness inside of me added to the tight clutching of Yun’s cunt. I let Ingram set the pace for us both.

For most of my life I’d felt apart.

No, not just apart.

Instead, I spend my life between others but never a part of them. There, but always on the outside. Present but not included.

Even with my squad, the men who were more than family to me, who I placed my trust in, my life, I’d never really understood them.

Which shocked me when I felt part of something greater. The loneliness that plagued me normally, that ate away at me, it dissipated.

I felt, there in my mind, not just Yun but Ingram as well, the touch of their minds to mine like another stroke of their bodies. They said nothing, but they didn’t need to.

They gave me a sense that I wasn’t alone, that they were beside me no matter what. I’d wanted this for so long, had been desperate to feel some sort of belonging, and I finally experienced it.

It meant no matter how much I wished I could have held onto this for longer, my own end rushed to the forefront far too fast to avoid.

At least I wasn’t the only one. The lust of every person in the room added to my own, making it even harder to resist. Of course, this wasn’t exactly the place to try for an all-day sex session, not with the distant howls of monsters, with the risks that surrounded us.

We all kept enough of our wits to listen for danger, but ending this sooner rather than later was for the best.

So I gave in, surrendering everything. I plunged as deeply into Yun as I could, but it was when Ingram did the same with one last hard thrust that I came, letting out a deep groan. It was made even better by the twitch of Ingram’s cock, the warmth inside me telling me he’d come as well.

Something dripped on my side, and I glanced over to find that Kenyon had spilled, and given our closeness, it had ended up on both mine and Yun’s bodies. Carter was breathing hard, his teeth pressed against Yun’s neck like some beast claiming a mate.

We’d all come, maybe not at the same exact time, but close enough that we were nothing but a tangled, panting mess. And despite the stickiness, the heat, it was the first time I think I’d ever felt so truly at peace.

At least until a strange feeling enveloped me, something familiar but different, like tasting a new variant of a food I liked. My brain was still so overloaded from the sex that it took far too long to identify it.