Happenstance(76)

I know the moment Banks penetrates that breach, because she jolts against me, her muscles seizing. She’s no longer riding me and it’s painful, but I lock down my testosterone and wait, placating myself with the fact that I get to look into her eyes while this happens. Get to witness the trepidation giving way to wonder. I hold my breath in the face of such honesty. Such beauty. All while her pussy beats around my cock, constricting a little more each time Banks gains another inch.

“Gabe,” I say. “Do you have…”

“Yeah.”

He leaves the bed momentarily to find something in his bedside table. A small, turquoise bottle that he hands over to Banks. Banks rips the top off with his teeth, his chest heaving like a prize fighter in the middle of a bout, and he pours the contents between the crack of Elise’s ass. We watch the valley of those cheeks become coated in moisture, Elise lifts her hips up ever so slightly and Banks sinks in with a guttural grunt. We’re both inside of her now. And the atmosphere changes. Dramatically.



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Elise





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I’ve left my head. I didn’t think that was possible.

I can’t think of a single thing around the cacophony of sensations. I’m not even sure whether or not being occupied from both sides hurts or feels good. I just know that it’s like jump-starting an emotional engine that I didn’t know existed inside of me. I’m shaking in a way that can’t be controlled, inside and out. I’m snared inside of a three-way trap of intensity that makes my throat shrink, my eyes burn, my chest expand and expand until I swear to God I’m going to splinter into a million pieces.

I’m love. I’m the embodiment of love and nature and everything good.

I’m a woman. These men are desperate to praise me. And I let them, because my heart demands it. My vanity and humility and worries don’t exist right now. It’s just me giving the most basic, elemental part of myself what it needs. There’s nothing else. I’m high.

“Animals,” I whisper again.

Their awed and grateful response swells around me like radioactivity, ringing in my ears and I just give myself over to their energy. This world they’ve woven around me. I close my eyes and feel them fuck me, Tobias from below, Banks behind. They move hungrily, teeth snapping at my flesh, like a pack of wolves preying on me after sundown. The room is filled with the sound of groaning and slapping and me calling their names one by one. Banks. Gabe. Tobias. All of them so important. All of them here with me, lost with me, experiencing this event.

I toss a hand out seeking Gabe and murmur something unintelligible against Tobias’s panting mouth. But he knows exactly what I’m trying to say, like I knew he would.

“Moving to my knees, mate,” Tobias huffs, his back lifting off the mattress. Keeping me seated on his shaft, he maneuvers his legs into a kneel while Banks sits back doing the same, still inside of me, still moving in those thick drives. My thighs are wrapped around Tobias’s hips and I’m writhing, working my lower body to bring him in and out of me. Banks is nearly coming undone behind me, brought to the brink by the brusque up and back tweaks of my hips. And now Gabe is standing on the bed to my left, approaching me with his erection in hand, bringing it to my mouth, where I’m aching to have it. Dying for the sense of completion that’s going to rock me when I’m pleasuring all three of them. I need it. I’m living for it.

The moment Gabe slides his swollen, salty flesh into my mouth, I am pushed to the brink. Right to the precipice of something almost alarmingly beautiful.

My trembles increase and I become painstakingly aware of every pressure point in my body. My entire body weight rests on the place where I’m joined with Tobias, my clit pressing and rubbing on the base of his engorged flesh. Banks is so full, hurting me slightly with his ownership but in a way that I want. I want to feel like a corrupted virgin—I don’t care if that’s weird or wrong. I want to feel like a seductive vixen, too, and I’m getting that from Gabe. Tobias looks up at me with nothing short of hero worship, like I’m saving his soul. His life. I’m redeeming him.

“There you fucking go, love. All three of us. Your men. Your men for life.”

And I’m all of these things. I make myself all three. They help bring me here.

I’m everything in these moments with them. I’m the universe.

We hold, just like that, nobody moving. My mouth is occupied. My sex and my buttocks are owned. We all take one deep breath together, acknowledging the importance of what we’re doing together, a bond forming that goes far, far beyond just a physical one. We move in one swell of appreciation, breathing deeply of each other—and then the frenzy begins.

It’s what I asked for.

It’s what I need.

My men as animals.

My mouth is crammed full repeatedly, my lips struggling to take the heft of Gabe. His fingers twist in my hair and he snarls, moans, rasps my name while fucking my lips. And I revel in the treatment, scraping his ridges lightly with my teeth and using my left hand to stroke, stroke, stroke. Gabe watches the other men penetrate me from the front, the back, their bodies nothing more than desperate, sweaty machines and he plows into my mouth harder, visibly turned on. Fingertips dig into my hips, my throat, my breasts from all sides and I squeeze my eyes closed and find my path to pleasure.