While they were in charge, this position put me as the dominant. I was the one in control, because they allowed it. I felt giddy with power, with my ability to make my mates hunger for me, ache for me. I wanted them out of control, so overcome with lust they could no longer permit me to torment them. I wanted them desperate and rough.
Putting one knee on either side of Nial’s hips, I hovered over his thighs. As he held his turgid cock, I settled lower until the crown pressed against my entrance. Our eyes met, held.
This was it. I dictated when, how fast and how deep. I wanted to make him buck and moan. I wanted to give him all of me, so I lowered myself onto him in one long, smooth stroke.
My head fell back and I groaned as his cock stretched me wide, the sensation of being full only the beginning of what I knew was coming. Nial’s hands gripped my hips and held me in place with his cock buried deep. He was all the way in, his cock so big that I felt as if he’d claimed me already. Shifting his hips, Nial slid lower in the chair and I was angled over him slightly, my bottom sticking out.
Ander was right there, waiting. His hand came to my bottom and stroked over it as he leaned forward, placing his other hand on the arm of the chair.
“You’re going to feel my fingers on that tight little ass,” Ander said. I did and I startled, but I wanted this. I remembered what it felt like when Nial fucked me with the plug in my ass. The sensation so intense that I longed to feel it again. But this time, I knew, would be even more. Ander’s cock was huge, and hard, and warm. I wanted his hard body at my back, his arms around me plucking my breasts as they both fucked me. I wanted Nial sliding into my pussy with that look of ecstasy on his face, his strong chest mine to explore, his lips mine to kiss. I wanted his tongue down my throat as they fucked me, as they made me writhe and scream and come so many times I forgot my own name. I moaned, already feeling lost.
“Shh,” Ander crooned. “There’s lubricant on my fingers. You feel how slick they are. I’m going to work it into you, over you, then on my cock so I’ll slide right in.”
As he spoke, he began to push and stretch my opening, taking his time to work a finger into me. I kept my eyes on Nial’s as Ander worked. Somehow, Nial remained still, content with just his cock filling me. I could sense his eagerness to fuck, to slide out and thrust deep, but he was going to wait so they could take me together.
I sucked in a breath when Ander’s finger breached my back entrance. It was then that he began to work the lube into me thoroughly. I didn’t know how long it took, but he was liberal with it and his finger was able to slide in easily and without discomfort. I clenched my inner muscles around Nial’s cock and wiggled my hips, ready for Ander. I wanted him inside me. I needed both of my mates. I needed to feel taken, owned, claimed. I wanted everyone from this damn planet to know these two men were mine. I owned them. I was the only woman in the universe who could give them such pleasure.
Mine.
Perhaps it was the collars that allowed Ander to sense my response to his touch, for he tended to me perfectly. All at once, he pulled free and I looked over my shoulder to see him pull his cock from his pants and coat it with the lube. It was red and swollen, pulsing and eager, shiny and slick.
Nial took hold of my chin and turned me to face him again.
“Once Ander is in that virgin ass, we’ll fuck you.”
My eyes widened when I felt Ander’s cock poised at my back entrance, then as he nudged forward. I closed my eyes as Ander’s dirty talk reached my ears, turning me on.
“Breathe, Jessica. Think of how good it’s going to feel. Can you sense Nial’s need for you? He’s holding back. Your pussy is so hot and tight that it’s making him hurt. You’re so perfect for us, just being in that hot pussy can make him come.” Ander talked as he pushed further. “I’m so hot for you, my cock is aching to get inside. Relax, breathe, feel our need.”
I sighed and focused on the collar’s power, the connection I shared with my mates. I let their pleasure wash over me. I sighed at the bliss of it and all at once, Ander pushed past that tight ring and he was in.
Crying out, I opened my eyes and looked at Nial.
“That’s it. Such a good girl. You’re so tight.” It was Nial’s turn to reassure me, Ander apparently so overcome by slowing filling my ass with his thick cock that he couldn’t speak.
Arching my back, I allowed him to slide even further. There was no pain, only the unbelievable sensation of being filled. I didn’t know if they could both fit, but I wanted more. I needed all of them in me. I saw the white-knuckled grip of Ander’s hands on the arms of the chair. He used them to anchor himself, to push against as he pushed even deeper. With Nial’s hands on my hips, I was not moving, caught—trapped—between them.
Their skin radiated heat; the musky scent of them, of fucking, swirled around us.
I felt Ander’s thighs against my bottom and I knew I’d taken all of him.
“Now you are mine, Jessica Smith,” Nial whispered against my lips. He lifted me up and dropped me on his cock as Ander slid back and thrust deep.
They began to fuck me then, in and out, alternating their motions. I could do nothing but hold on, my hands going to Nial’s tense shoulders.
I wasn’t doing anything, just letting them fuck me, to take both my holes in any way they saw fit. In a way they knew I needed.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted my fantasy. I wanted it all.
I reached behind me to find Ander’s hands. Once I had a hold of his wrists, I lifted them to cup my breasts, my intentions clear. He chuckled, but gave me what I wanted.
Next, I buried my hands in Nial’s hair and pulled his head down to mine and claimed his mouth in a kiss. I held back, teasing his tongue forward, asking him without words to kiss me as if he were fucking my mouth.
When I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, when every part of my body felt totally owned, claimed, worshipped by my mates, I let myself drift away, trusting them to give me what I needed. Trusting them to take care of me.
They didn’t hurt me, but they weren’t gentle. It wasn’t painful, but it was intense. It wasn’t sweet or tender, but sweaty, hot, wet fucking.
And I loved it. I was going to come and nothing was going to stop it. I stiffened, my inner muscles clamping down on both of my mates, forcing guttural sounds from both of their throats. “Masters, I… I can’t—”