66. Max

I've done this before, with women whose bodies are much more used to taking multiple dicks than Darcy's is and with guys whose names and faces I can't remember. But I've never had the intensity of feeling I have now—I've never respected this act, and what it represents, and the human experience it allows us, until this moment.

Before, it's been about taking holes and claiming and dominating and kink for the sake of kink.

Tonight, it's about joining my body with those of two people who have me in their thrall. It's unity. Equality. Intensity.

But don't get me wrong, it's still fucking filthy, and to be inside Darcy's body with Dex, inside her tight, virgin space, his erection immovable against her front wall, fighting mine for jurisdiction, is physically and emotionally cataclysmic.

‘I'm in,' I tell her gruffly, tugging at her hair so I can kiss her neck. I wrap my arm around her and Dex, marvelling at how the musculature of his back contracts under my touch. He responds in kind, snaking his arm over her waist to grab my arse, and I smile into Darcy's neck.

‘I'm so proud of you, baby,' I tell her. ‘So very proud of you for taking us both. I knew you could do it.'

I also knew it would be a lot, but her dancer's body, used to being commanded and pushed and abused in the name of aspiration, has risen to the challenge.

She's trembling between us, so strong and yet so vulnerable in this moment, and God knows it has some kind of unfamiliar emotional spin on elation coursing through me. I press my lips to her skin.

‘I can't believe you're both in,' she says with a shuddery sigh. ‘What now?'

‘Now,' I say firmly, ‘Dex moves. It won't be so deep at this angle, but it'll be very tight. And once you get used to that, I'll try moving. If it's too much, I'll wait till he's come before finishing the job. But I know you can do this. I know you can take two fat dicks pounding you at the same time.'

It strikes me that she doesn't know. She's in an unfamiliar—and supremely uncomfortable—position right now. So it's my job to know for her. It's my job to reassure her of her body's capabilities, even if I have no fucking clue how far we can push her beyond her limits.

Dex pulls out and pushes experimentally back in, and holy fucking Christ. The three of us make sounds of awe and disbelief as his dick drags against the fine web of tissue and muscle separating him from me.

‘Fuck,' he says, his tone laced with astonishment. ‘Holy shit. You okay, angel?' He squeezes my arse, and I have to stop myself from rutting into her.

‘Yeah,' she manages.

‘How does it feel?' I push, because I want more than a yes-no answer right now.

‘It's… a lot.' She blows out a shuddery breath. ‘But—I'm not sure, but I think I can come like this. Maybe. It's like a really good kind of pain when Dex pushes in.'

‘Of course you can come,' I croon in her ear. ‘That body of yours can do anything you want it to. You've got two guys fucking you right now, and all we want to do is make you feel good. Got it?'

‘Mmm, got it,' she moans dreamily.

Dex finds a rhythm, fucking her slowly, eliciting a little whimper of effort and, I think, arousal, from her each time he bottoms out and bringing me a little closer to the precipice, because Darcy's body has my dick in the most glorious chokehold, and Dex's dick is so close to mine. So fucking close.

I swear to God, I will get inside this guy's ass as soon as is humanly possible. The thought has my fingernails digging harder into Dex's back. It's a privilege to feel this man move deep within Darcy, to feel it from the inside and the outside. He's pushing and pulsing and thrumming with energy, with thinly-controlled desire, and it seems to me he's a miracle in human form.

I don't announce my intention to begin moving to either of them. I can't hold on like this much longer—it's a case of moving or pulling out and wanking myself off so furiously that I'm done in seconds. I release Dex from my grip and slide my arm between their bodies, my hand going to press down on Darcy's velvet-soft stomach. I edge out no more than an inch or so, and when Dex next thrusts, so do I.

Dex makes a sound of strangled incredulity, but it's Darcy's slow, guttural moan that's the real kicker. I bet she can feel us in her womb.

‘Was that okay?' I ask her.

She laughs a little, like it's the stupidest question ever. ‘God, yes.'

Okay, then. That's what I call a green fucking light.

‘Go,' I tell Dex, and he does, and I do, and fuck. It's hot, and sweaty, and messy, and wet. The sounds of limbs slapping and of anguished, aroused breaths, and of Darcy's greedy, majestic, lubed-up body sucking us both in are as much of an impetus as the rhythmic shove of our dicks as we jostle for space in the very centre of her.

‘How does she look?' I ask Dex, because while it's filthy back here, it's also a little isolating.

‘So beautiful.' He pauses, and there's the sound of lips and tongues meeting. I wait. ‘She's glowing, and she's gazing at me like...' His voice breaks a little. ‘Like she feels how I feel, which is lit up from within. Her eyes are so incredible.'

‘Every single part of her is incredible,' I say with a pant. ‘You're both perfect. You're so fucking perfect I have no idea what do with you except fuck you both into oblivion and never let you leave my sight.'

I mean it. There—I can't even—I press down harder on her stomach. I want her to feel every fucking ridge, every drag of our dicks. She's thrashing around between the two of us, lost in some kind of haze, her cries the perfect metronome for our dicks, the fluttering of all those miraculous interior muscles intensifying.

‘Fuck, I'm going to come,' Dex grits out. ‘Jesus fuck, I—angel, I?—'

The sensation of Darcy's orgasm detonating around my cock while Dex's dick stiffens and convulses so near mine is extraordinary beyond belief. His strangled shouts ring in my ear as fresh sweat breaks out on my temples, and I grind further inside her, further against him as I ride out their orgasms, holding her in place with my hand on her stomach as she convulses.

When her shuddering has subsided, I say with difficulty, ‘Pull out,' and he does. I feel the loss of his dick, the instant drop in pressure, and I waste no time in flipping her onto her stomach and using my arm to hoist her upwards so she's on her knees.

Dex is lying on his side still, looking spent and stupefied and utterly lovely. He stares up at me as I crouch over her, my dick still in place. I give him a long, wild look.

‘Watch this,' I tell him, before glancing down at where my body joins hers. Fuck, it's incredible from this angle, with the delicate, darker skin no longer puckered but stretched impossibly taut around my latex-covered dick, the fuck-tonne of lube I used making us both glossy.

This is it. I pull out and push back in to make sure she can take it from this angle. Her body is relaxed and orgasm-floppy; she can barely stay up like this. I marvel at the flawless skin of her back and the lustrous hair on my pillow and the impossible fragility of her spine, and then I let her fucking have it.

A few thrusts is all it takes, because my sanity and my physical control have been stretched far tonight, so far, and I'm a man barely capable of anything except rutting mindlessly into the most forbidden part of this woman until the white-hot ache in my dick is torched into something unimaginable.

When I detonate, it's violent and cataclysmic and exhaustive, my orgasm ripping through me and sparing no part of my body or soul until it's chewed up everything I know to be true about myself and spat me out at Darcy and Dex's feet.