Shared pleasure, lingering heat

The morning unfolded softly, sunlight slipping through the curtains in pale, delicate streams, bathing the room in a gentle, muted glow. Wrapped in warmth, my body still thrummed with the memory of the night before. Every nerve remembered the press of their hands, the caress of their lips—a tenderness that set my heart racing again.

Vince’s mouth traced a slow, deliberate path from my collarbone downward. His lips were soft, but his teeth teased just enough to send shivers down my spine. Behind me, Randy’s breath warmed my neck as his hands roamed over my skin—possessive yet reverent.

“You’re still so warm,” Vince murmured, his voice husky with sleep and something deeper. His fingers intertwined with mine, a quiet promise.

“She’s still trembling,” Randy whispered behind me, his lips brushing my shoulder. “You want more, don’t you, baby?”

I moaned softly. “Yes… I need you. Both of you.”

Randy’s hand slipped between my thighs, fingers sliding through the slick heat there. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “You remember last night, don’t you?”

His fingers pressed inside, and my breath hitched. “Oh—Randy… yes—”

Vince leaned in, brushing his lips along my jaw as his fingers joined Randy’s. “You feel that, sweetheart?” he murmured. “Still so tight for us.”

My back arched, my moans caught between gasps. “Don’t stop… please…”

Randy kissed behind my ear, voice thick. “We’re not going anywhere, baby. We’re gonna make sure you feel everything.”

Vince moved between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he replaced his fingers with his mouth. He licked through my folds slowly, deliberately, before curling his tongue inside me. I cried out, trembling.

“Vince—fuck!”

Randy grinned, watching me fall apart. “Look at you, baby. So damn perfect.”

Then Randy shifted, sliding up to mount me. His weight pressed me down, and the head of his cock pushed slowly into me.

“Yes,” I moaned. “God, Randy—”

“You feel that?” he growled, sinking deeper. “That’s what you do to me.”

He started to thrust, slow and deep, hands firm on my hips.

“You take me so well,” he panted.

I cried out with every stroke. “Oh my god—don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

Vince stayed beside us, his hand stroking my thigh, his other cupping my breast. He leaned in, kissing my temple. “You’re incredible. Watching you… fuck… I could do this forever.”

Randy groaned. “I’m not gonna last. She’s gripping me like she wants to pull it out of me.”

“Then give it to her,” Vince said, voice low and firm.

Randy slammed harder, growling, “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”

I screamed as he came, body jerking as he emptied himself inside me. “Oh god—Randy—yes—yes!”

Even after he came, he didn’t stop. He slowed only slightly before thrusting again, deeper, fuller. I whimpered as he began to build again.

“You’re fucking milking me,” he groaned, voice shaking.

He came again, spilling himself with a raw moan, collapsing over me.

When he finally pulled out, slick and drained, Vince didn’t hesitate. He was on me in a breath, gripping my hips as he slammed inside.

“Mine,” he growled.

I gasped, the stretch sharp and full. “Yes, Vince—please—”

“You love how we fill you,” he said, pumping into me, hard. “You were made for us.”

“God—yes—I’m yours,” I cried. “I’m yours!”

He leaned in, panting into my neck. “So fucking beautiful. So perfect like this.”

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Fill me. I want all of it.”

He came with a strangled sound, thrusting as far as he could, flooding me completely. He stayed there, holding me tight, whispering praises against my ear.

Eventually, we made our way to the shower. The warm spray cascaded over our bodies, rinsing away the traces of the night—and morning—but not the intimacy.

They weren’t finished with me.

Vince stepped in front me first, lifting my leg as he pushed into my pussy, stretching me around him. His grip on my waist was firm, his movements deep and deliberate. At the same time, Randy came in front, kissing me hard before guiding himself to my backside. He pressed in slow, inch by inch, until the stretch left me breathless and trembling.

They moved together, perfectly in sync, filling me completely—Vince buried deep in my pussy, Randy claiming me from behind. The water rushed around us, masking our moans but not the rhythm of their thrusts. My body was caught between them, lost in the overwhelming fullness, the dizzying pleasure of being taken completely.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Randy hissed.

Vince grunted, “Don’t stop. She’s soaking me.”

My cries echoed off the tile. “Yes! Oh god—don’t stop! Please—more—”

Randy climaxed first, growling against my neck as he spilled into me, his fingers digging into my hips. Vince followed moments later, slamming deep and holding himself there as he poured every drop inside.

But they didn’t stop.

They kissed me, whispered to me, and then switched—Randy sliding into my pussy while Vince eased into my ass. The shift was slow, careful, but the intensity hit just as hard. They began to move again, harder this time, driven by the need to mark me one final time.

I was writhing, pinned between them, my body shaking as they fucked me to the edge and beyond. Vince cursed under his breath as he came again, spilling into me with a low, broken sound. Randy followed, pushing as deep as he could go as he emptied himself one last time.

When the water finally began to run cool, we stood together, breathless and trembling. They held me between them for a long, quiet moment before helping me out of the shower.

We dried off in a shared hush, their touches still reverent, their eyes lingering on mine. We got dressed slowly, stealing glances, holding on just a little longer. Then, with soft kisses—Vince’s slow and lingering, Randy’s firm and full of something unspoken—they left, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving the air thick with everything we’d shared.

After they were gone, I gathered the sweat-soaked, pleasure-stained bedding and tossed it into the washer. The quiet of the house settled around me again—but I wasn’t ready to be alone. I picked up my phone, fingers hesitating for only a breath before I tapped out a message.

Come over, Vic. Please.

The reply came fast, almost instant.

“Ya voy, preciosa.”
I'm on my way, beautiful.

I smiled faintly, the ache between my legs not gone but transformed—sharpened by anticipation. I opened the windows letting in the breeze. The fan hummed gently overhead. I pulled fresh sheets from the linen closet, then I padded barefoot back into my bedroom. I made the bed with quiet purpose, smoothing each corner, fluffing the pillows, letting the clean cotton fall over the mattress like a welcome.

I was just coming down the stairs when the door opened. Vic stepped inside without knocking, the door swinging softly shut behind him. His eyes found me instantly, standing there on the steps in nothing but a soft tee and bare thighs.

We paused—one beat, two.

“What do you want, cariño?” he asked, his voice deep, warm, threaded with heat.

I didn’t hesitate. “I want you.”

His mouth was on mine before the last word left my lips, one arm around my waist, the other cradling the back of my neck as he kissed me deep and slow and hungry. He guided me back upstairs, our bodies pressing together with every step until we reached the bedroom.

We stripped each other quietly, reverently, his eyes never leaving mine as he laid me down on the fresh bedding with care. Then he knelt, lips trailing over my breasts—kissing, sucking, gently biting until my nipples were stiff and tingling. He moved lower, worshipping me with his mouth, his tongue parting my folds, licking through the mess they’d left behind as if savoring it. My hips lifted toward him, his hands holding me steady as he kissed and licked every inch of my pussy.

Only when I was gasping and trembling beneath his mouth did he move up over me, his body strong and warm as he settled between my legs.

And then—he mounted me.

I screamed in pleasure.