Page 87 of Breakaway

“I can’t,” I gasp, panic making my muscles tighten reflexively. “You’re too big.” I’m on the verge of sobbing, the line between pleasure and pain blurring so heavily I can barely distinguish the two.

“You can,” Dayton encourages. “You were made for me, baby. Just like I was made for you. Every ridge of my cock is meant to be squeezed by this pussy and ass.” He brings his fingers to my mouth, the ones that weren’t inside of me, and tells me to suck. I do so eagerly, swirling my tongue around them, lathering his digits with my saliva. He pops them free and brings them to my clit, rapidly strumming it and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm in a matter of seconds. While my attention is elsewhere, Dayton seats his cock to the hilt. I groan, squirming at the fullness and eager to feel him pounding in and out of me.

“You take my cock so fucking beautifully, Butterfly.” He retreats, then surges back in, his thrust long and hard. I can feel my ass cheeks bounce against his pelvis. A keening sound escapes me as he uses his hold around my throat and hip to fuck me senseless. My release is so close I can taste it, and then the bedroom door opens.

“Hey, D,” Col announces distractedly, typing something on his phone. “Do you know where Andi…” he trails off, glancing up as the sound of Dayton and me breathing heavily finally catches his attention. “Oh, fuck.” His phone clatters to the floor, his eyes wide with shock as he stands frozen in place. No one moves or says anything for several painfully long seconds, our gazes locked on one another in a standstill. Eventually, Colsen grits his teeth, his jaw flexing with the effort as he turns to leave. He barely makes it a step before Dayton speaks up.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grinds out, his cock twitching as I start to squirm, unable to hold still a second longer. “Pull up a chair and watch me fuck our girl, or whip your dick out and join us, but what you don’t get to do is walk away. Andi deserves better than that, and if this is going to work, you’ve gotta get used to the idea of occasionally walking in on one of us being balls deep inside of her.”

“Jesus Christ, Dayton!” Col swears, turning his body so he’s facing the opposite side of the room. “It’s not as simple as get over it for me.”

“Man the fuck up,” Dayton argues, dragging us backward until he can take a seat in his desk chair. I squeak, the movement lodging his dick impossibly deeper. Col glances back as the sound escapes me, a low, tortured groan clawing its way up his throat as he adjusts the front of his jeans.

“Holy shit,” Dayton gasps. “You’re turned on!” he accuses.

“Shut. Up.” Col refuses to face us, but Dayton has no intention of letting this go.

“Your problem isn’t with sharing Andi. You’re disgusted with yourself because you want to share her,” Dayton surmises, and the fact that Colsen remains suspiciously quiet is rather telling. “Look at me, Col.” It takes him several seconds to make a decision, but he eventually turns, positioning his body directly in front of ours. My eyes are immediately drawn to the erection straining against the zipper of his jeans, the thought of him being turned on from watching us making a flood of wetness drip from my pussy to where Dayton’s cock is still stretching my ass.

“Hang on, baby. I’m going to get our boy here situated, and then we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Sound good, Butterfly?” I whimper in reply, Dayton’s growled promise vibrating my back and sending tingles down my spine. Col shuffles his feet, his hungry gaze bouncing from my face to my sopping wet sex. Sensing the tenuous hold Colsen has on his restraint, Dayton hooks my knees over his and spreads me wide.

“Holy fucking shit,” Col mumbles, staring directly at his best friend’s cock that’s buried deep inside of my asshole. He runs his palm over his dick, his throat bobbing as he fists his free hand by his side.

“It’s okay to want this, Col,” Dayton assures him, slowly pulling out of me and easing back in. “You’re not him. This situation is nothing like that. Andi wants us–all of us–and that includes taking her body at the same time. No one is forcing her to do a damn thing, and you and I both know we’d kill each other before ever letting that happen. Andi sought me out. Didn’t you, sweetheart?” I nod eagerly, desperate for him to move after being kept on edge for so long. “Tell him, baby. Tell him you want this.”

“I want this,” I choke out, my breaths growing harsher as Dayton pinches my nipple and thrusts in and out of me. Colsen is fixated by the sight, just as entranced as I am by watching him slowly come undone. “Please, Col. I want you just as badly as I want Dayton.” I think I’ll remember this moment forever, the milliseconds it takes for his restraint to snap after those words leave my mouth. He prowls forward, flicking the button of his jeans open and sliding the zipper down. When he tugs his cock free, my mouth starts to water. Gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilts my face upward and claims my focus.

“You want this?” he whispers, doubt momentarily clouding his pale green eyes.

Sensing how important my answer is, I make sure every word drips with sincerity when I reply, “More than anything. Are you sure that you want this? I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for. We have all the time in the world, Col.” I grip his wrist, stroking my thumb over his pulse point. His eyes close, a deep exhale deflating his chest. When he pries them back open, nothing but banked desire and a ravenous hunger greets me. There’s no hesitation or doubt, just pure, unadulterated want.

“I’m going to ruin you, Sunshine.” His velvety smooth voice uttering those dark and decadent words makes me shudder, dragging a groan from Dayton.

“About time,” he chokes out. “I’m about to fucking nut. Get his cock nice and wet, Butterfly,” Dayton coaxes, fisting my hair and guiding my head forward. I lick my tongue along the bulging vein, then swirl it around the tip of Col’s dick. The taste of his precum makes me hum appreciatively.

“Take the whole thing, Sunshine,” Col demands, stepping closer so it’s easier for me to reach him. Once I’ve taken him to the back of my throat a few times, Dayton takes over, forcing my head up and down, effectively using my mouth to fuck his friend’s cock. “Fuck, yes,” Col groans, his eyes closing and head dropping back in pleasure.

“That’s enough,” Dayton insists, pulling me free. I inhale deeply now that I’m able to breathe properly. “You gonna take us both, baby?” Dayton questions, licking a bead of sweat from my neck. I hesitate, unsure if I can actually fit them both. “You can do it. Remember what I said? This body was meant to be ours.” He nods at Col over my shoulder, pulling me closer until my back is firmly pressed against his chest. Col teases me with his fingers first, adding one and then two, building me up until I’m on the verge of combusting.

“I’m ready,” I state with certainty, trying to wrap my fingers around Col’s cock and guide him towards me. Dayton quickly intercepts my wandering hand, wrapping his arms over mine and pulling them back so they’re pinned to my sides. It thrusts my tits out, and Col happily leans down and wraps his mouth around one. I squeal, my head flopping back on Dayton’s shoulder as I start to plead with them to fuck me.

“As you wish, Sunshine.” Col’s fingers disappear, replaced by the blunt head of his cock, Neither of them gives me a chance to back out. Dayton’s hand circles my throat as Col forces his way inside of me, not stopping until he’s completely bottomed out. I struggle to draw in a breath, vacillating between begging them to move and fearing they’re going to rip me in half. “Fuck, you feel good,” Col pants, his body twitching with the need to take me the way he wants.

“Are you okay, Butterfly?” Dayton grits out, doing everything he can to hold himself back. I nod, my brain too overloaded to formulate words. “We’ll do the work, baby. I promise we’ve got you. If anything starts to hurt, we’ll stop immediately.” I nod again, acknowledging his words, a smile gracing my lips at the tender kiss he places against the back of my neck.

“Ready?” Dayton asks Col, and the moment he dips his chin in reply, Dayton’s cock leaves my ass, then surges back in. Col follows suit a second later, his length pounding into my pussy so hard and fast I can barely form a thought. His thumb finds my clit, and I stare in shock as he spits on it, rubbing the wetness around until he’s working me easily. Dayton’s teeth sink into my shoulder as he fucks me from below, every ridge of his cock teasing the outline of Col’s through the thin barrier of skin separating the two of them. I come with a strangled scream, alerting anyone who’s made it home to the debauchery taking place within these walls.

“Fuck, yes. Milk my cock, Sunshine,” Col demands, fucking me so exquisitely my eyes start to roll back.

“Not yet, baby. Stay with us,” Dayton orders, his hand cupping my stomach lovingly, in complete contrast to how they’re both ravaging my body. “Fuck, I’m going to miss this. You still gonna let me fill you with my cum once you’ve had our baby, Butterfly?” Another orgasm rolls through me, this one so intense I feel everything go lax. My mind. My body. My soul. From the top of my head to the soles of my feet, I go limp as every synapse in my body is inundated with ecstasy. “Maybe let us put another one in there?”

Blackness overtakes my vision, and when I finally come to, Dayton and Col are grunting their release, their hot cum coating my inner walls. My body twitches with aftershocks, completely spent and sated. Col pumps into me several more times before finally stumbling back, breathing harshly and looking positively wrecked. When my brain finally comes back online, I wiggle my arms free of Dayton’s and repeatedly swat my hand at his chest.

“Ow!” he whines dramatically. “What the hell, Butterfly?!” After an embarrassing amount of effort, I manage to climb off of Dayton’s lap. Snagging my T-shirt from the floor, I hastily throw it on, not wanting to stand here naked, looking like a butterball turkey while the two of them appear photoshopped.

“I came to you in hopes that having sex would put me into labor, and here you are, already plotting to put another one in me?!” I glare at him, watching in pure frustration as a cocky grin quirks his lips. “Absolutely not, Dayton O’Rourke!” I point my finger at him accusingly, which only makes him laugh. Col snakes his arm around my front and tugs me against him.

Whispering in my ear, he states, “And here I was, worried about you feeling used, but you were the one using us.” The teasing lilt in his voice lets me know he’s only joking.