Page 128 of One Adult, Please

Joel's grip tightens gently in my hair as he rocks shallowly into my mouth. "That's our girl. Look at her. You love it, don't you, Grace?"

I moan around him, nodding.

The rhythm settles deep and filthy and perfect.

Grant thrusts up into me in steady, rolling waves, hitting that spot inside that makes my vision spark. Beck rocks in from behind, slower but deeper, every slide stretching me so full I feel like I might fly apart. Joel keeps fucking my mouth in measured strokes, thumb stroking my cheek like I'm precious even while he's buried halfway down my throat.

"So fucking good," Joel growls. "Perfect little thing. You love being our center, don't you? Love getting fucked by all three of us at once."

I moan around him, the sound vibrating down his shaft. My hips roll faster, chasing the building heat. Beck reaches around and finds my clit, circling it with slick fingers while he keeps thrusting into my ass.

Grant's hands tighten on my hips, voice wrecked but still so gentle. "That's it, love. Ride me."

The tunnel is spinning with light and heat and the wet sounds of skin and mouths and pure overwhelming want. Every thrust pushes me higher. It's too much and exactly enough.

I try to warn around Joel's cock, but it comes out a desperate, muffled sob.

"Come on, baby," Beck laughs breathlessly against my back.

Joel pulls back just enough to let me breathe. "Come for us, Grace. Right fucking now."

The orgasm hits like the wave pool finally turning back on, hard, sudden, overwhelming. I cry out, loud and broken and happy, clenching hard around Grant and Beck. My whole body locks up, thighs trembling, back arching as they hold me through it, murmuring praise and filth and love against my skin.

Grant groans first, hips stuttering up into me as he comes, fingers digging into my hips. Beck follows right after, burying himself in my ass with a shaky laugh that turns into a long, low moan as he pulses inside me.

Joel comes across my tongue, filling my mouth with a quiet, wrecked sound that might be the hottest thing I've ever heard.

I collapse forward onto Grant's chest, glowing and laughing breathlessly into his skin. Beck drapes over my back, pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder. Joel stretches out beside us, one big hand stroking down my spine like he's checking structural integrity after an earthquake.

"Well," I mumble, voice hoarse and stupidly happy, "frequency definitely achieved. Ten out of ten. Would group heart again."

Beck snorts against my neck. "The lube heist was worth it."

Grant sighs, the fondest, most exhausted sound in the universe, and wraps both arms around me. Joel leans in and kisses my temple.

Eventually Grant and Beck ease out carefully. Condoms are tied off and deposited in the trash bag Joel brought because Joel apparently plans post-orgasm waste management. Grant passes around water and wipes, and Beck helps clean me up with a tenderness that doesn’t match his grin.

"That was," I say.

"Yeah," Beck says.

"I mean."

"Yeah."

"The three of you."

"Yeah."

"At the same time."

"We were there, Grace."

"I know you were there, I'm processing. The processing takes time because the input was considerable and my processor is not built for this volume of simultaneous..."

There's a sound from outside the tunnel. I know that sound in my bones, in my blood. The wrong-feet sound.

And then a thump against the tunnel door.