I reach for Dario, try to anchor myself, but he just leans in, thumb brushing my bottom lip. “Open,” he says, and I do. He slips his finger in, lets me suck, watching my mouth.
Saul nuzzles into the hollow of my shoulder. “You’re gorgeous like this. All of us watching you come apart. You can take it. Let it happen.”
Pressure builds, a wild heat that has me bucking against Enzo’s mouth. My voice is broken, begging, lost. “Please, don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare.”
Enzo groans, tightens his grip, sucks hard and sends me careening over the edge. I come with a cry that’s swallowed by Dario’s kiss, Enzo still lapping me through it. Saul’s hands are on my breasts. Rolling, teasing. His mouth is at my ear, whispering things that make me flush.
I barely get a breath before Dario is pulling me up, flipping me onto my knees, mouth at my ear, his cock thick and hot against my lips. “Now you’re going to take us. All of us. Look at me, don’t hide.”
Enzo crawls under me, his hands sliding up my waist, one calloused palm over my heart. “Ready, babe?”
“Yes.”
He pushes inside, slow at first, just the head, making mefeelevery ridge, every inch, then sinks all the way, pushing his hips up while I grind down.
The stretch is decadent.
We move together, finding a rhythm.
“More?” Enzo asks.
“Yes. Dario.”
Dario taps his cock against my lips. I lick up the drip of precum, slow and greedy, savoring the taste. He groans, fists tangled in my hair, cock flexing against my tongue like he wants to fuck the filthy thoughts right out of my skull. “Yes?”
“Now.”
He slides into my mouth, thick and heavy, and he groans, head tipping back. “Just like that. God, you look good like this, Stevie. So fucking good.”
I grind down against Enzo.
Enzo thrusts, rough and deep, making me gasp around Dario. Saul shushes me, kisses my spine, fingers slick and slowas he works me open. “You’re perfect. Let me in, honey. Take all of us.”
“Saul, now,” I say.
Saul’s hands are on my hips, guiding me, careful, so fucking gentle as he lines himself up behind me, prepping, stretching, whispering filth and comfort in the same breath.
And then filling me, the stretch blinding, Dario’s hand on my jaw, guiding me, making me look at him.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
Enzo thrusts deeper, and I choke on a moan around Dario’s cock.
Saul is patient but unyielding, hands gripping my hips, mouth dragging hot along my spine. “You’re perfect,” he rasps, “so fucking perfect, Stevie, just let go.”
I want to. I want to give in, let them take everything, but Dario’s hand is tight on my jaw, thumb dragging over my cheek, forcing my gaze up to his.
“Stay here,” he orders, voice low and molten. “Eyes on me. That’s it, that’s my good girl.”
Enzo groans, hips slamming, his fingers digging bruises into my thighs as he fucks me harder, the sound of skin and breath and heat building in the room until it’s everything, until it’s all that exists.
Saul’s pace is slower, careful, stretching me around both of them, but his words are filth, dirty praise, promises, all for me. “Look at you. You can take it. I know you can. Take us. Come for us.”
I’m shaking, held up by three pairs of hands, overwhelmed, high on it.
Dario slides his cock out of my mouth, lets me breathe, leans in until his forehead touches mine. “You feel them?” he says, hand on my throat just enough to remind me who’s in charge. “You feel how full you are.”
Enzo’s breath is ragged against my ear. “God, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight. I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
