Page 74 of Push My Buttons
"You mean...?" Theo starts, his voice rough.
I nod, my meaning unmistakable. Not one after the other, as we've always done. Not one in my mouth while the other takes me. Both of them, inside me, at the same time.
"Are you sure?" Jace asks, his control visibly slipping at the mere suggestion. "It might be too much."
I nod again, more firmly this time. I've never been more certain of anything.
They exchange a look over me—that silent communication they've developed that still amazes me. Then, with carefulcoordination, they shift positions. Jace settles against the headboard, drawing me onto his lap so I'm straddling him, facing him. Theo retrieves some lube from my cam supplies, throwing it onto the bed before he kneels behind me. His chest presses against my back, his hands gentle on my hips.
"If it's too much, at any point," Jace says, his eyes locked on mine, "you tap my shoulder three times. We stop immediately. No questions asked."
I nod, my heart racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. I've never done this before—never taken two men at once like this. But I trust them. With my body, with my heart, with everything I am.
Jace guides me down slowly onto his length, the familiar stretch making me gasp. He's already so hard, so ready for me. I sink down until he's fully seated inside me, my body adjusting to the intrusion.
"Okay?" he murmurs, his hands stroking my sides soothingly.
I nod, overwhelmed by the fullness but wanting more. Wanting everything.
Theo's hands slide around to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples as he presses kisses along my shoulder blades. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against my skin. "So perfect for us."
I feel him shift behind me and I hear the telltale sound of the lube as he slicks his cock with it, then he positions himself. His erection presses against where Jace and I are joined, seeking entrance alongside him.
"Slowly," Jace cautions, his eyes never leaving my face. "Let her adjust."
The pressure increases as Theo begins to push forward, his cock sliding alongside Jace's inside me. The stretch is intense—burning, overwhelming—but not painful. I breathe through it,focusing on their hands, their voices, their warmth surrounding me.
"That's it," Theo encourages, his voice strained with the effort of control. "Take us both, sweetheart. You're doing so well."
Inch by careful inch, he works himself inside me alongside Jace. The fullness is beyond anything I've ever experienced—a complete possession that makes me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful.
When he's finally fully seated, all three of us pause, breathing hard. I'm stretched to my limit, filled so completely I can barely think. They're both so deep, so present, their bodies hot and hard against mine, inside mine.
"I've never felt anything like this," Jace murmurs, his voice tight with restraint. "You're incredible, Wren."
Theo presses his forehead against my shoulder, his breath coming in harsh pants. "So tight," he groans. "So perfect."
For a long moment, none of us move. We simply exist in this perfect union of bodies, this ultimate intimacy. I'm surrounded by them, held between them, filled by them. Complete in a way I've never been before.
Then, with exquisite care, they begin to move.
They establish a rhythm that seems impossible—Jace thrusting up as Theo withdraws, then Theo pushing in as Jace pulls back. Always one of them deep inside me, never leaving me empty, never allowing the connection to break.
The pleasure builds rapidly, almost too intense to bear. Every nerve ending in my body seems to fire at once, overwhelmed by sensation. I clutch at Jace's shoulders, my head falling back against Theo's chest as they move within me.
"That's it," Theo whispers against my ear. "Let go for us. Let us feel you come around us both."
His words push me closer to the edge. I'm trembling now, hovering on the precipice of something monumental. Jace'shand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
"We've got you," he murmurs, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with their thrusts. "Always, Wren. We've got you."
It's those words, more than the physical sensation, that finally push me over. The orgasm crashes through me with stunning intensity, radiating outward from my core in waves that seem endless. My body clenches around them both, drawing them deeper, holding them tighter.
I feel tears spring to my eyes, overwhelmed by the physical pleasure and the emotional connection. These men—my men—holding me, filling me, seeing all of me. The intimacy of it breaks something open inside me, releasing emotions I've kept carefully contained.
They feel the change immediately. Jace's hand comes up to cup my face, his thumb brushing away a tear that escapes. "Are you okay?" he asks, his movements stilling instantly. "Are we hurting you?"
I shake my head, unable to find words—spoken or signed—to express what I'm feeling. It's not pain. It's something deeper, more profound. A breaking and a becoming all at once.
