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Right down the column of my body, right until…

“Ahh,” I moaned out loud, my nerve endings rapid-firing as both of them slipped a hand up my skirt and into my panties. I was wearing tights… How the hell had they gotten them off?

“Oh my god,” I muttered when I spotted the discarded material lying in a destroyed heap on the floor. I spotted Dax’s work utility knife on the coffee table. The little asshole. Annoyance temporarily took the wheel as I remembered the stunt Bear pulled in his truck. “That's the second damn pair. You guys are really starting to–”

My back suddenly arched as I gasped, pain sharpening the edges of pleasure as two fingers slipped inside of me. Someone's thumb stroked my clit, and I didn't know whose hands were whose and honestly, I didn't care. I only cared that they continued to touch me like this.

Dax pressed his mouth to my temple. “Thank you for everything.”

I laughed shakily, barely holding onto sanity because of their dextrous fingers. “What for?”

“For so much. For cooking for us when you didn’t have to, just because you felt like it,” he said. His fingers curled inside of me, right into my sweet spot and I squeezed my thighs around their hands, trying not to move my legs too much.

“Thank you for noticing Bear’s leg and not making him feel like you pitied him for it,” he added. Another finger slipped inside my pussy just as Sy’s thumb started rubbing slow, tortuously rhythmic circles on my clit.

My head flopped back against the couch cushion and Sy immediately put his mouth on my throat, sucking the skin.

“Thank you for all the little stuff you did to take care of us. For being just as sweet to Sy as he is to everyone else. For getting me off the hook in court. For challenging us when we need to be challenged and not backing down, ever,” he said.

I could feel the tease of an orgasm approaching, but Dax withdrew his fingers, leaving me teetering on the edge. He licked his hand, then turned my chin and kissed me, sharing the taste. I groaned, the erotic nature of the kiss cranking my arousal even higher.

Sy also stilled his fingers on my clit, but he still had his mouth on my neck.

“We’re so lucky to have you,” Dax whispered.

I was about to tell him that I felt the same way about them when Sy slid between my legs and started eating me out like he was starving. He was holding my thighs up, careful to keep my injured ankle from hitting anything that could aggravate the pain.

But I doubted I would even be able to register anything other than the perfection that was Silas’s mouth. He was a messy, desperate eater. He kissed the insides of my thighs, used his tongue to tease me with broad and pointed strokes, stuck the whole thing inside and rubbed his nose against my pleasure button.

He went down on me like my pleasure was a direct feeding line to his own. He did it like it was his job, or rather his passion and I was the beneficiary.

My breathing was now out of control and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I gasped out his name and he moaned into me. Dax squeezed a nipple, then undid his pants and let his erection spring free. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his cock mere inches away.

He was teasing me, knowing I couldn’t reach forward to take him in my mouth without putting strain on my core and ribs. “You know what I’m also grateful for, when it comes to you, Red?”

“What?” I grit out, now panting. Sy finished his meal and lined himself against my entrance. I could feel him throbbing, just barely teasing the tip inside. Dax grinned down at me, his pupils blown wide.

“I’m so grateful I get to see what you look like when you’re fucked out,” he said.

Sy pushed inside and I bit into the meat of my palm to keep from crying out at the sensation. He held onto my hips, using his strength to keep my body from moving even as he relentlessly thrust into me with long, languid strokes that seemed to want to explore.

Dax ran a hand on his cock while watching, then moved his hips closer and brushed the tip of his dick against my mouth. I could taste precum and licked my lips instinctively. He groaned low, apparently appreciative. He kept teasing me, using the pleasure Sy was giving me as a leash.

Frustrated, I reached out and grabbed his cock myself, stroking the underside of his shaft and he threw his head back with a groan. Sy whimpered, his body trembling as he came inside me. But instead of immediately pulling out, he just kept his dick inside of me.

He’d done this before, kind of like he wanted to prolong intimate contact as much as possible. His hand reached down and started rubbing my clit and it didn’t take too long for my first orgasm to hit me.

As my mouth fell open on a moan, Dax finally guided his cock inside of it. I closed my lips, muscle memory kicking in as I recalled which techniques blew his mind the last time. We stayed like that until Dax almost came, with Sy still buried inside of me. He leaned down and kissed my stomach softly, as I ran my hand over Dax’s abs.

He slipped out of my mouth, and the two of them must’ve been running on some kind of weird psychic connection, because without even speaking anything out loud, they both maneuvered me until I was comfortably lifted up and held aloft between them. They moved us over to the fireplace, which had been pleasantly burning since I got into the house.

As we sunk down to the floor together, I noted that they ensured all of my weight was distributed between them so that none fell on my ribs. Just that tiny little consideration for my comfort made me want to see them both come again.

Somewhere along the line, they shed the rest of their clothes and Sy pulled me onto his lap, his back pressed against the warm brick hearth. My injured leg was elevated by throw pillows Dax stacked up, and then he was between my thighs, his weeping cock pressing into me.

The low light of the fireplace caught the contours of their muscles as they strained with movement. Sy’s blonde hair glowed like gold as I ran my fingers through it, and the flickering warmth even managed to smooth out the rough edges of Dax’s face.

For a few seconds, our little world was just a blur of exploring hands and soft sighs of appreciation for the beauty the firelight brought out. Dax finally slipped inside of me, rocking into me with fast but deep thrusts. I felt Silas’s fingers playing with my ass, and the sensation only compounded my pleasure, tightened it until it snapped and I came again, dragging Dax with me.