Page 74 of A Fool's Game

Ainsley shifts forward instinctually, and I sit between them, legs curled under my body, facing away from where Taylor kneels behind me.

“I’m going to sit her on my cock like this.” He lifts me around my center and hauls me onto his lap where his stiff erection waits to find its wayback home.

I have to part my legs to straddle his legs to get close enough, and when I do, my whole body opens for him.

Taylor situates his tip right at my back entrance, dragging it around a bit in the excess lube he left around the hole for this very purpose.

“Fuck me,” Ainsley murmurs as the joint movement of Taylor pressing up and me pressing down feeds Taylor’s cock into my body.

He’s been in there before, plenty of times, with his cock and fingers and toys, but it always takes a second to adjust to the new kind of fullness. My eyes drop closed as I bite my lip, rocking my hips just a bit to settle our bodies together.

“You’re going to have to get real close,” Taylor says, his formerly commanding voice taking on a bit of breathiness as he adjusts to his own position. I could use my muscles to end this for him right now but, of course, I don’t.

Ainsley doesn't move right away, and Taylor asks quickly, “Is that okay?” in a rare display of nerves.

He wants this as much as I do. He’s hoping it all goes further. Maybe not tonight, but I can tell he wants Ainsley. He’ll never touch him without Ainsley making the first move, though, so I can see the brilliance of how he’s positioned us.

Taylor’s question seems to shake Ainsley out of his hesitation. “Yeah. It’s okay.”

He shuffles forward on his knees until they touch Taylor’s.We can all tell he’s going to have to get a lot closer, but no one says a word, letting Ainsley get there on his own.He shuffles forward more, and then more. The closer his tip gets to my pussy, the farther away he realizes he is. Finally, without any prompting at all, he brings his knees to straddle Taylor’s.

Taylor holds me tightly, my back recessed against his chest, leaning our joined bodies back just enough to give Ainsley room to slot his body into ours.

When I look down, I can see the base of Taylor’s cock where he disappears inside me. I know Ainsley’s looking at the same thing.

Slowly, so slowly and with such care, he raises up just enough to touch his own tip on the dripping entrance to my pussy.

“Right here?” he asks, eyes on mine, even though the answer is obvious.

I nod.

“This isn’t going to hurt you?” he asks softly.

Taylor, to his credit, is silent behind me, letting us have this moment.

I shake my head.

“Is it going to fit?”

He’s stalling now, nerves threatening to get the best of him. There’s no taunting from Taylor that’s going to drive him home now. This is all up to me.

“You’ll fit, Ains. He’ll make room for you. We both will.”

My words hang heavy in the air as Ainsley considers, no doubt hearing the bigger meaning I purposely added. He grips his cock in one hand, holding it out to me like a pedestal he’s still not entirely sure is going to fit.And then, knowing that the mechanics of this position don’t make sense until everyone is fully engaged, I take the next step myself, fighting against the grip Taylor has around my torso and lowering my pussy enough to swallow Ainsley’s tip.

He gasps and thrusts upward, never taking his eyes from mine as we work together to inch him inside me, working my pussy open until he’s fully inside. Taylor stays statue still, supporting my weight as I start to rock my hips, encouraging Ainsley to do the same.

He finally gets his rhythm, still wide eyed, and I allow myself a moment for my eyes to drop closed.

This is the fullness.

This is the high I chase.

They aren’t even moving together yet, and I can already feel my capacity. These two men, offering me the only thing they have. The opportunity to lose myself in their bodies. I let go and allow myself to float on the wings of my breath, soft and weightless and held so tightly. Loved so deeply I can almost feel their offerings in my lungs.

Taylor shifts his hips forward and settles more of my weight onto Ainsley, giving himself room to move.

I don’t try to help. I don’t shift or play their cocks like instruments with my internal muscles, although I’ll do that later. I just let go and allow it all to happen. Every inch more they claim of my body is another inch along this path I don’t have to walk alone.

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