Page 277 of What We Bury

“Your mouth.”

“Where.”

She makes a sound that isn’t quite a word.

I look up. Past her belly, past her chest where Milo’s mouth is busy, past the line of her throat. Her eyes are closed. Knox is murmuring something into her hair I can’t hear. Milo lifts off her chest just long enough to catch my eye across her body and grin—slow, dirty, glad.

“Say it, kitten,” Milo says, his thumb working her nipple again. “Tell Micah where you want his mouth. Be specific.”

“On me. On—Micah, please—my pussy. I need your mouth on my pussy.”

I put my mouth on her.

She cries out and her knees almost go. Knox catches her, his arms tightening around her ribs, holding her up while I take her in slow long strokes of my tongue. She’s already slick, and the sound she makes when I find the rhythm she wants is the kindof sound I’m going to keep filed somewhere private for the rest of my life.

I lick her slow, making her shake. Above me Milo is murmuring filth and Knox is murmuring tenderness and the two of them together are like two halves of one prayer being said over her body.

“Look at her, big guy,” Milo whispers to Knox. “Look at our girl. Taking what she needs. Asking for it.Knowingshe gets to ask.”

“I see her,” Knox murmurs into her hair. “I see her. Fury, we see you.”

I slide one finger inside her. She’s open and wet and her body grabs me immediately, and I feel her start to climb—the small shaking in her thighs, the way her hand fists in my hair, the way her breath is coming shorter. I add a second finger. Curl them. Find the spot inside her that makes her whimper.

“She’s close,” Milo says.

“So close,” Knox agrees.

I lift my mouth just enough to speak against her thigh.

“Come for us, baby girl,” I order, and she does, her whole body locking up, muscles spasming around me, squeezing my fingers tight. Milo is talking her through it, whispering sweet filth.

I need to be inside her, so I guide her onto her knees with Knox’s help, her ass up, beautiful and inviting. She moans at the shift, pressing back against me.

I line up with her, grab her hips, and push in slow. She whimpers, low and broken, then buries her face against Knox’s thigh. He’s crouched in front of her, holding her weight, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other palming the back of her head. I thrust deep, steady. Hard, but not punishing. Milo’s got her mouth again, tongue fucking into her with filthydevotion, and his hand is busy between her legs, making slow circles while I take her from behind.

“Look at you, kitten—taking it so good,” Milo says, his fingertips dragging along my shaft as he teases her clit and I thrust in and out. “You want more though, don’t you? You want Knox’s cock.” She lets out a strangled whimper in response. “Tell him how much you need it filling that pretty mouth.”

Knox’s eyes darken, his gaze fixed on her. “That right, Fury? You want my cock?”

“Yes,” she gasps, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Please, Knox—I want it. Need to taste you.”

She takes her weight on all fours, watching as he strips down slowly, his massive frame unfolding, cock springing free—thick, veined, already leaking. He kneels back in front of her, guiding the head to her lips. “Open up for me, Fury—gonna fuck that sweet mouth nice and slow.”

She parts her lips eagerly, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucks gently at first, moaning at the taste. Knox groans, his hand threading through her hair, holding her steady without pushing. “That’s perfect, Fury—feels so good, your hot little mouth on me. Taking me like the good girl you are.”

She works him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing slowly, whimpering but determined. After a few moments, she pulls off with a gasp. “You too, Milo—please. I want both of you.”

Milo, already naked, grins wickedly as he kneels beside Knox, his cock hard and ready. “Eager little kitten—gonna stuff that mouth full. Suck us both, show us how much you love it.”

She alternates between them, one hand stroking Knox while her mouth devours Milo, then switching—sucking deep on Knox, tongue swirling, while pumping Milo with her fist. The sounds are filthy—wet slurps, their groans mixing with her muffled moans.

“Fuck, kitten—your mouth is heaven, so greedy for our cocks,” Milo praises, hips twitching. “Look at you, taking turns like a pro—our perfect little cocksucker.”

I can barely stand to watch. It’s so fucking hot, the sight of her on her knees while I fuck her from behind, their cocks in her hands, mouth stretching to take each in turn, swapping spit-shined heads like it’s her life’s calling. She whimpers and moans, grinds back against me, the sounds half-obscured by the mass of cock in her mouth. I almost lose it then and there.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I groan, my hands digging bruises into her hips as I bottom out in her. The sound of her choking on Knox’s cock does something to me that’s half religion, half crime. I want to watch her like this forever—strung out between three men, needing it, loving it, using us to glue herself back together.

Milo jumps to his feet, stroking his cock as he looks over the scene. “I’m getting the lube. You want my cock in your ass, kitten?”