Flames of desire course through every nerve ending, pure bliss yet also pleasurable torture. My entire body trembles as I give into the pleasurable feeling they are enticing out of me, my moans of ecstasy filling the quiet room.
I cry out as my climax washes over me in waves, Kyan grips my thighs holding them in place as they tremble, forcing them flat against the bed, and my hips rock against his mouth as I ride out the orgasm, his tongue lapping at the juices leaving me and coating his tongue.
My heat diminishes briefly when he kisses my inner thigh. I feel the bed dip between my legs as Kyan moves, hopping off the bed only for Jonah to push his knee between my thighs before settling his weight down above me. I tug at his tank top, wanting it off.
Using one hand, Jonah pulls it off, and my lips go to his chest. My tongue swirls around the bar, running through his nipple. Jonah growls, and my other hand moves to his cock.
I wrap my fingers around him, running my hand up the length of him. Jonah groans, his hand going to my hair. He tugs my head back, his lips hungrily devour mine as he thrusts into my hand.
Kyan, I can hear, is rummaging around in the bathroom when Jonah’s lips move down my neck to my mark. His teeth graze over it and tease my mark, sending tingles everywhere. Moving my hand, I roll my hips against Jonah, his cock gliding through my wet lips before he moves a hand between our bodies and positions himself before sheathing himself in me. I gasp and my back arches at the feel of his hard cock gliding and brushing my inner walls.
Jonah nips at my jaw, working his way back to my lips. He groans against my lips as he kisses me, and I tug on his hip, letting him know he can move faster as I wrap my legs around his waist. He does, picking up his pace. My stomach tightens as my skin heats when he suddenly rolls, pulling me on top of him.
I sit up, my fingers splayed on his chest, his cock pressing in deeper. Jonah grips my hips, his fingers dig into me as he rolls them against him. I moan at the feeling of following the rhythm of his movements and meeting them. His hand goes to my breast, and he squeezes it.
The bed dips behind me as Kyan climbs back onto the bed and moves behind me. Kyan grips my hair, his fingers tangling in it as he tugs my head back, making me gasp. His lips move from my jaw to the side of my mouth. Turning my head slightly, his lips capture mine, his tongue moving between my lips, and his tongue tangling with mine when I feel his erection press against my ass; Kyan’s hand moves from my hair to my throat.
He squeezes, but not hard enough to cut off my air completely when I feel his fingers prod around my entrance. He slides his finger inside alongside Jonah’s cock that is buried deep inside me, his fingers stretching me further while his tongue invades every inch of my mouth. My inner walls squeeze his fingers as he gently slides them in and out. Jonah’s nails bite into the soft skin of my hip while Kyan continues to stretch me.
“Fuck, that feels tight,” Jonah growls when Kyan slips his fingers from me completely, and I feel Kyan press the tip of his cock to my soaking-wet entrance. I cry out when he thrusts all the way in, his cock hitting my cervix painfully. My body tenses, and I forget how to breathe as my body locks up. Kyan lets go of my throat and kisses the side of my face.
“Breathe, Ella,” Kyan whispers, and I force myself to breathe, gritting my teeth.
“You can take us both. We’ll be gentle, just breathe,” Kyan murmurs before I feel his arm wrap around my waist, his hand moving between my legs, and he rolls my clit between my fingers.
My hips jerk at the sensation, and my inner walls squeeze them as he teases my clit. “That’s it, Ella,” Kyan purrs, nipping at my mark with his teeth.
Rocking my hips, my inner walls stretch, trying to accommodate both of them. I feel overly full, and I move my hips, letting myself stretch around them.
Planting my hands on Jonah’s chest, I see his jaw is clenched tight as he fights against the urge to thrust up into me, letting me move my hips slowly against them. Jonah pulls back, looking up at me before kissing me. Kyan pulls out slightly and pushes back in slowly. He keeps his slow pace, worried about hurting me when I move my hips to meet his movements.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” Kyan whispers, making my eyes snap open. I feel his thumb press against my ass, then he pushes it in. The sensation is strange, yet I am relaxed. His thumb slips in easily.
He moves it in and out of me. My stomach tenses and my toes curl as the desire for more courses through me. He pulls his thumb out. Kyan reaches beside Jonah, where I see a bottle of lubricant, and I don’t even want to know what the other thing is, though I have a rough idea. It isn’t very big and is pointed at the tip. I look away from the little black butt plug. Finding just staring at it is daunting.
I move my hips against them, loving the stimulation when Kyan pulls out slightly. I feel something cold and wet move between my cheeks, and I know it is the butt plug, making me freeze. He presses the lubed toy against the tight muscle of my ass before pushing it in, making me gasp as Kyan leaves it there before thrusting into me.
Jonah thrusts up to me, and I moan when Kyan’s hand moves back between my thighs. He pinches my clit and then rubs it with his fingers, letting my orgasm build. My entire body feels overstimulated and overly full; I was full before, but this is an entirely new level of overfull.
I move my hips, getting used to the feeling, and I feel Kyan kiss my shoulder before he grips my neck, pulling my head back and kissing me. Jonah rolls my hips against him while Kyan moves in time with Jonah and lets me go. I put my hands on Jonah’s chest, meeting his thrusts, my toes curling as the friction builds.
My inner walls squeeze his hard length as I move, chasing my orgasm. My breathing becomes heavy, and I cry out as I am thrown over the edge, my nails digging into his shoulders as my pussy pulsates and flutters. Jonah’s grip on my hips tightens as he thrusts in slowly, letting me ride out the rippling waves when Kyan removes the plug. His hand falls on my shoulder, and he pushes me down toward Jonah, who grips my throat and captures my lips with his.