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I feel like I’ve stepped out of the body I once had and into an entirely new one—one that’s capable of more pleasure than I ever thought possible.
As West pulls me down onto his cock again, my toes curl against the blankets, and my head drops as a powerful wave of ecstasy surges through me.
I can’t hold it off anymore.
I’ve been walking the fine line of pleasure for too long, and now I’m about to fall off the cliff into oblivion.
My body begins to shake, my breath stuttering as I undulate against West, riding his cock with everything I have.
“You gonna come, Holloway?” Trent grates out behind me. He grabs a fistful of my hair close to the roots, tugging just hard enough to make it sting, and I groan in response. “You gonna give your sweet cream to West? Let him feel how tight you get when you come around him?”
Trent’s other hand slides down my back, delving between my ass cheeks. I’m so wet that he just has to dip his fingers a little lower to slick them with my juices, and that’s exactly what he does before sliding a finger into my tight back hole.
I open my mouth on a ragged cry as the orgasm crests inside me. Waves of pleasure crash through me as Trent slips his finger even deeper, fucking me with it just like West is fucking my pussy.
It’s too much. The overload of sensations hits me like an electric shock, and I scream out my release as West drags me down hard on his cock one more time, jets of hot cum filling me.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” Trent breathes. “I can feel West coming inside you, Ems. I can feel what it does to you.”
His dirty words, and the desperate arousal in them, make me groan helplessly. I’m still coming, my body clenching around West’s cock over and over even as he stops pulsing inside me.
And then I’m suddenly lifted one more time. I feel a gush of wetness spill down my thighs as Trent pulls my hips toward him and drives inside me. Wet slapping sounds mix with the pants and groans in the room as he fucks me hard and fast, pounding into me until he finds his own release.
His hips grind against mine, swiveling and rotating as my spasming pussy milks every last drop of cum from his cock.
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As the last vestiges of my orgasm fade, all my muscles seem to go limp at once, and I slide off his still semi-hard dick and sprawl on top of West’s large body.
He rolls onto his side as Trent collapses beside us, and I end up sandwiched between the two men. I’m a sticky mess, cum still leaking from my pussy and my own arousal still smeared all over my thighs. But I’m too sated and exhausted to care or move.
For several longs moments, we all just lie there, breathing hard as we come down from the high.
It takes a while for my mind to clear, but as it does, dozens of thoughts start to bounce around in my head.
Holy shit. I can’t believe we just did that.
I can admit to myself by now that this is exactly what I’ve wanted for a long time—maybe since the very beginning, when I first began to fall for all three of the Icons in high school. To not have to pick the one man I wanted to be with, but to share them all. To be shared by them.
But I still can’t believe it actually happened.
When I blink up at West’s face, I can see the marks from his fight with Trent. They’re darker than they were before, the bruises beginning to settle in. As I walked into the house, they were locked in a fist-fight, both men intent on beating the shit out of the other.
How did we get from there to here?
And can this possibly last?
I steel myself, straightening my spine as I roll onto my back. The two men surround me on either side like bookends, and from this position, I can look at both of them, see both of their faces.
Their expressions are unreadable. I can tell that they’re both a little shocked this happened too, although neither of them is radiating the pure, animalistic rage they were when I first walked inside the front door.
“Are you okay?” I ask, shifting my gaze from Trent to West and back again.
Trent huffs a breath, shaking his head. “I just came harder than I think I ever have in my life. So ask my dick that question in a few minutes.”
I choke out a surprised laugh. That wasn’t at all what I was expecting him to say—not that I had any idea what to expect. But jokes are good. I have a feeling he’s deflecting a little because he’s not quite ready to deal with what this means, what it could mean for all of us. How much it could change things between us, and the possibilities it would open up if we decide this is more than a one-time thing.
“What about you?” I ask West, lifting my hand to run my fingertips down his cheek. He leans into my touch, and my heart thuds hard in my chest.
