29. Colt

29

COLT

F lora is a vision. Completely and utterly surrendering to us despite all she’s been through. Slowly, I ease the dildo out of her ass.

She whimpers. “No, don’t stop.”

I chuckle softly. “Don’t worry, I will put it back in. I just need to make sure you’ve got loads of lube in your ass with the dildo before I enter your pussy.” I squirt copious amounts of lube onto the dildo and her hole.

I admire Flora’s exquisite frame while slowly pushing the dildo back inside her ass, watching her delicate muscles submit with each small movement. She’s so fucking responsive, and damn, she looks perfect like this. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders, and her back arches delicately.

“You ready, angel?” My voice is low and rough, and I can’t hide the edge of my own need.

“I want you, Colt. I want to feel you inside me. Please.” Flora’s words send a shot of desire straight to my dick.

Slowly, carefully, I position myself at her entrance. Nash kneels in front of her, stroking himself as he watches our every move. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes burning with need.

I trail my hand down her spine, feeling the graceful slope of her back, before curling my fingers around her hip. She’s trembling slightly, and I wish I could erase the fear that lingers within her.

“Take a breath and relax, Flora. We’re gonna go slow. Remember, you’re safe with me.” Leaning forward, I kiss her shoulder softly, and her skin is warm beneath my lips. “Trust me.”

She nods and takes a steadying breath. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Guiding myself with my hand, I push into her slowly, feeling her tightness stretch around me with the dildo in her ass. “That’s it, angel. So fucking perfect.”

Easing in, I take my time to watch her reactions, not wanting to hurt her. “You doing good? Tell me if I need to stop.”

“No, don’t stop. It’s okay.”

Hearing that, I push further, letting her adjust to my length. Pulling my hand from her hip, I move it down, rubbing slow circles around her clit. “You feel so damn tight with that dildo in your ass, Flora. Taking me so perfectly.”

I begin to move, slowly at first, dragging my length almost all the way out before pushing back in, finding a rhythm that has her rocking back into me.

Nash's voice is deep and rough as he leans closer. “That’s right, little bird. Embrace what he’s offering. It feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

She whimpers, nodding. “Yes.”

Nash kneels, his dick hard and straining. A rush of desire shoots through me, seeing him like that.

“Can I?” Her voice is hesitant. “Can I suck your cock, Nash?”

Jesus, the words coming out of her mouth drive me crazy.

“Are you sure, little bird?” His voice is hoarse, and he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “We don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Flora nods, her eyes dropping to his cock and then back up to meet his gaze. “I want to.”

Nash’s breath hitches. “Fuck.”

Then he’s shifting forward to rest his dick against her lips. “Take it slow, okay? If it’s too much, just use your hand to push me away.”

“Mmm,” she hums, leaning toward him.

Nash groans as her lips wrap around him, and he threads his fingers into her hair, holding her gently.

Fuck, the sight of Flora taking Nash into her mouth has my cock twitching inside her. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this—the heat of needing her mixed with the rush of letting go of control.

I curl my hand around the nape of her neck as I thrust into her, watching Nash’s face. Every emotion I feel is mirrored in his expression. He watches her mouth on his cock, like he can’t get enough. Every time she moves, his eyes flutter closed, and small sounds escape his throat.

“You’re doing so good, Flora. So fucking amazing.” I groan, my voice harsh in the room, and my hips stutter as I fight the urge to be rougher.

Nash’s eyes lift to meet mine, and I see my need reflected in his rich brown eyes.

“Damn, Flora. Your mouth was made to suck cock.” Nash’s voice is gruff as he holds her head, guiding her.

I laugh harshly, my hips stilling as I fight to stay in control. “No shit. She was fucking made to take us both in all holes.”

Flora whimpers around Nash’s length. Everything about her response is pure perfection. Every single muscle in her body is designed to take us. I wish I could erase every bad thing that happened to her in her past.

Nash’s eyes are on me and that same need, that longing between us. Our connection is like a live wire crackling with electricity.

I find a steady rhythm that has her rocking back, meeting my every thrust.

The drag of the dildo against my dick feels good as it moves in her ass with the rhythm of my thrusts, the way her back arches to take more of me. All of it is perfect.

“Jesus, Flora.” Nash’s voice is wrecked, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Gonna come if you keep that up, little bird.”

She moans around him, sucking him deeper. I grip her hip tighter, my other hand sliding to her clit as I start to pound into her, driving us both toward the edge. “So fucking tight. Come for us, angel. Let us feel every wave of your pleasure.”

She whimpers, and Nash’s hand tightens in her hair as he pushes her down, his hips stuttering as he spills down her throat with a guttural groan. The sound sends Flora off the edge as she spasms around me. Her pussy so fucking tight with the dildo in her ass. I can only imagine how good it will feel with Nash beside me. One more thrust into her, and I come hard, my cock twitching as I mark her, claim her as mine.

We’re both spent, breathing heavily and slowly. I withdraw from her body, my cock still semi-hard. I trail the tips of my fingers along her ass cheek affectionately before withdrawing the dildo.

Nash slides his cock from her mouth, looking at her with a mix of awe and hunger. He pushes her hair back behind her ear, and she meets his gaze, her eyes clear and full of need.

“You’re incredible, Flora. Fucking beautiful.” Nash’s voice is raspy, and he kisses her forehead softly.

She’s smiling at him, her eyes half-lidded as she drops onto her back on the practice mat. I lie down beside her, and she turns to me, her eyes bright and soft, and my chest aches. Her smile is warm as she reaches out, caressing my face softly.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Both of you.” A stray tear rolls down her cheek.

Nash mirrors my position on her other side. I glance at him, knowing he’s feeling the same mix of emotions that I am. It’s not just sex anymore; there’s an emotional bond that’s formed.

We lie there for a while, the three of us enjoying the afterglow. I run my fingers through Flora’s hair, brushing it back from her face, and she hums softly, nuzzling into my touch. I glance at Nash, seeing the same tenderness in his eyes that I feel, and I know we’re all exactly where we belong.