Chapter Seventeen

Callie

With my legs braced on Paul’s hips, he pushes into me repeatedly, hitting all those places that drive me insane. I swear these men know my body better than I do. They’ve mapped out every place I love and take me there, time and time again, driving me to the brink, where I’m left a shattered mess until they put me back together with their loving touch. Paul laces his hands with mine, putting them next to my head, his nose trails down the side of my face where he places soft kisses against my lips.

This time something’s different. There isn’t the frenzy to fill a hunger, probably because this need is unlike any other we’ve ever had. Usually, it’s my body that needs to be indulged, but this time it’s our souls that are in demand. Rocking in and out of me in a steady rhythm, he languidly kisses down my chin and down my neck to the valley between my breasts. The feelings this man brings out of me are tying me to him tighter than I already am. A single tear rolls down the side of my face and touches our hands that are right next to my cheek. Looking up he frowns and stops moving.

“Precious, what’s wrong?”

“This is love. You’re loving me.”

The smile he has on his face is one I’ve never seen, making my belly flutter and I fall even harder. “Good tears?” Paul rasps.

“The best ones,” I say, my voice tight trying to keep from crying and ruining this beautiful moment.

Leaning down he kisses me, and it’s a kiss of promises, of the future, of forever. He begins sliding in and out of me, keeping that infuriating rhythm. Then he’s rolling us over, and I’m on top, and he’s incredibly deep. Fuck is he deep.

“Miss me, baby?” Ryan asks in a deep voice from behind me, one of his hands moving my hair over one shoulder and then wrapping around my stomach. The warmth of his back and his lips on my shoulder feel like forever, like his touch was always a part of me.

“Always” I moan, and his hands rise and cup my breasts.

“You taking care of our woman Paul?”

“Hell, she’s taking care of me. Where the hell were you?” Paul groans when I move my hips a certain way causing him to sink a little deeper into me.

“Had to grab something I left in my room. Callie, are you ready?”

Am I ready? No, who the hell is ready for something like this? Am I excited and a little bit scared? Yes, a million times yes!

“Baby?”

“I’m ready.”

“Lean down over Paul and keep doing what you’re doing. I’m going to use my fingers first with some lube.”

Listening to Ryan, I let Paul take over, who’s doing a damn fine job of loving me through my fears that are showing with my shaking body.

With a slick finger, Ryan pushes his thumb in and out of me easily. The more I relax around him, the deeper he goes. “How’s that feel baby?”

“So, sooooo good.” I moan

“I’m adding another finger and more lube.”

“Yesss, do that,” I tell him, while Paul’s hands grip my hips, rocking me on top of him.

Ryan takes his time adding one finger at a time until I have three fingers moving in and out of my ass. He pulls out, and seconds later the head of his dick pushes inside me, and it’s unlike any feeling I’ve ever felt before.

I want nothing more than to push back, but Paul stills me before I can move more than an inch. “Easy Precious.”

With both hands spreading my ass open, he pulls out and slides back in. He does this a few more times until he is finally seated inside me. I whimper at the feeling of having them both inside me for the first time. My nails dig into Paul’s chest, and Ryan and he both groan at the same time. “Holy fuck baby, your pussy is heaven and this ass is like a sweet hell strangling my dick.”

“Precious, I need to move, are you ready?”

I feel deplete of all coherent thought. There’s nothing left but the feeling of being between them, the three of us becoming one. Mumbling, I nod, telling him it’s okay.

Slowly, Paul pulls out and slides back in while Ryan pulls out. They slowly start to pick up speed in perfect sync, and I’m done, completely obliterated.

“Yesss, just… like… that…I’m so close.” I moan.