Page 220 of What We Become

“Oh, fuck,” someone says near my ear. “She looks so pretty like this.”

My thighs try to close. The hand between them forces them wider.

The pressure snaps.

I come. Knox pulls out of my mouth, and the cry tears free, my whole body jerking hard enough to throw sand. My pussy clenches around those fingers again and again while they hold me through it, all of them touching me somewhere—mouth, hands, thighs, stomach, breasts, hair—like they can’t stand not to.

“That’s my girl,” Knox says, voice rough as gravel.

I’m still shuddering when they move me onto my hands and knees. Knox shifts on the sand, keeping his injured leg clear as I lift my face to him. His bare hand cups my jaw.

I blink up at a skull mask, and he strokes his thumb over my lower lip.

“Open again.”

I do.

Knox fills my mouth a second later, and I’m sucking him while someone slides beneath me, hands lifting my hips so I’m straddling him. Then there’s a blunt press of a cock at my pussy. Then another, slick and insistent, nudging higher, teasing at the tight ring of muscle of my ass.

My breath punches out of me.

“Oh my God.”

A low chuckle sounds somewhere over my shoulder. “Yeah,” someone murmurs. “That’s the idea.”

The first push inside my pussy is slow, stretching, overwhelming after everything already done to me. I moan around Knox, drool slipping down my chin, while the second cock works at my ass with patient pressure, fingers dragging slick from my pussy, preparing me first, opening me, making me writhe.

I can’t tell who’s where.

A kiss lands on the back of my neck through my hair. Another hand splays over my spine. Someone bites softly into my shoulder while the man in my ass finally starts to push in.

I go boneless around the sensation.

My eyes roll half shut. Sand grits under my knees. Knox thrusts into my mouth at the same pace they fill me from behind, and for one dizzy second it feels like being split open in every direction, held together only by the hands gripping me.

“Breathe, baby girl,” one of them says, and I know immediately that’s Micah. “Just like that. You’ve got it.”

I moan.

I take them both inch by inch, gasping and moaning and choking around Knox while my body gives way. The one in my cunt bottoms out first. The one in my ass follows with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hands tightening hard enough on my hips to bruise.

Then they start moving.

I lose track of everything except rhythm.

Knox feeding me his cock, one hand in my hair.

The drag of one thick length in my cunt.

The harder, deeper thrust of another in my ass.

My own sounds, obscene and broken, torn apart by salt air.

The masks make it all feel unreal. Interchangeable and intimate at once. I know these bodies. I know these sounds. But in the dark, with skulls where their faces should be, they become hunger more than identity. Mine more than separate.

I love it.

The one in my pussy fucks me in long, fluid strokes that make my clit drag against the base of his cock. The one in my ass is rougher, more deliberate, each thrust pushing me farther onto Knox’s mouth-fucking rhythm until I’m caught between them all, used and adored and undone.