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"Look at her," Caleb murmured, his eyes fixed on Nisha's face contorted in ecstasy. "Taking both our cocks like she was made for this, for us."
I slid my free hand from her clit to her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers as Caleb reached down to replace my touch on her swollen bud. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another peak, her inner walls fluttering around us.
"I'm gonna—fuck—I can't—" she gasped, her entire body tensing as another orgasm built within her.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged, thrusting harder, feeling Caleb match my rhythm. "Come for us again."
"So close," Caleb grunted, his cock swelling against mine inside her, the sensation short-circuiting my brain.
Nisha's body went rigid, her mouth open in a silent scream as her second orgasm hit with even greater force than the first. Her pussy clenched around us like a vise, rippling and contracting in waves that milked our cocks mercilessly. The sensation of her inner walls spasming around both of us, combined with Caleb's shaft throbbing against mine, was exquisite torture.
"Don't stop," I urged, feeling my own climax approaching fast. "Keep fucking her through it."
We maintained our pace, driving into her oversensitive pussy as she shuddered between us, aftershocks of pleasure making her whimper and twitch. Her wetness increased, practically gushing around our cocks, the obscene squelching sounds growing louder with each thrust.
"Another," Caleb demanded, his fingers circling her clit with renewed vigor. "One more, love. I know you can."
Nisha sobbed, her body trembling as we pushed her toward a third peak before the second had fully subsided. "I can't—too much—"
"You can," I insisted, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You're going to come again while both your men fill this pussy. Then we're going to flood you with our cum, mix it together inside you."
My filthy words pushed her over the edge once more, her third orgasm crashing through her with such intensity that she screamed, her entire body convulsing between us. The rhythmic contractions of her inner walls became too much to resist.
"I'm going to come," Caleb warned, his voice strained, fingers digging into her hip. "Fuck, Julian—I can feel your cock—"
"Together," I gasped, our eyes locking over Nisha's sweat-slick back. "Want to feel you fill her."
The connection between us intensified, something electric passing through our joined bodies as we drove into Nisha's spasming pussy one final time. I felt Caleb's cock swell against mine, felt the first hot jet of his release coating my shaft inside her. The sensation triggered my own orgasm, my vision blurring as pleasure exploded through me.
We came together, our cocks pulsing in perfect synchronicity, filling Nisha with wave after wave of our combined seed. I could feel each throb of Caleb's release against my own shaft, our cum mixing inside her as her inner walls continued to clench around us, drawing out every last drop.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nisha chanted, her voice hoarse from screaming as she rode out the shared climax, her pussy shuddering around us. I felt every pulse of his cock against mine, felt the way his cum made the glide smoother, hotter.
As we both caught our breath, letting our cocks slip out of her, I missed him already. There was no way a few days a month would ever be enough. I needed him by our side always, but I didn’t know how to ask.
And I was scared shitless that I might do the one wrong thing that would make him disappear again. I had no idea how to keep him, how to convince him to stay.
Chapter 12
Caleb
The wheels of my rental car crunched over the gravel driveway as I pulled up to the sprawling beachfront home Nisha’s friends had rented for us.
Salt-tinged air filled my lungs when I stepped out, the Oregon coast stretching endlessly before me in shades of gray and blue. Work had pulled me back to London, and my last few trips to visit them had fallen through. It had been three months since I'd touched them, held them, tasted them. Three months of falling asleep to their voices through a screen, of waking hard and aching only to find me.
My body hummed with anticipation as I spotted Julian's car parked near the entrance, sleek and familiar as the man himself. I resisted the urge to run to the door like some lovesick teenager, forcing myself to move with measured steps while my heart thundered against my ribs.
The front door swung open before I reached it. Nisha stood there, backlit by warm light, her hair loose around her shoulders in the way that made my fingers itch to tangle in it. Her smile hit me like a physical force.
"You made it," she breathed, launching herself into my arms. “Oh fuck, I was so worried something would happen again and keep you away.”
I caught her, burying my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and citrus that clung to her skin. My hands found her waist, familiar curves beneath unfamiliar fabric—a loose sweater that slipped off one shoulder, revealing skin I wanted to taste.
"Of course I made it," I murmured against her hair. "Wild horses couldn't have kept me away."
Over her shoulder, I saw Julian approaching, his movements stiffer than usual, none of the easy grace I'd grown accustomed to. Something flickered in his eyes—relief, perhaps, but overshadowed by something I couldn't quite name. Tension radiated from him in waves as he stepped onto the porch.
"Caleb," he said, voice controlled in a way that made my stomach tighten. "Good flight?"
