Chapter 197: Madeline
Without warning, Jake takes over like a tide change—no rush, just certainty.
Reid moves away from between my legs, the loss of his length inside me both incredibly maddening and a slight reprieve from the small pain. It took a few minutes to adjust to the size of him, to the feeling of being so utterly full I knew for a fact no one else would ever feel this good. That was it. It's them, only them.
He gathers me in, craddling me against his chest for a second, before putting me back on the bed... on my knees. He sits in front of me, his massive cock now in plain sight, still glistening with my own juices from a moment ago. Even in the dark, his size is intimidating.
Jake moves behind me, sure, slow. Heat and breath and intention, his palms bracing my hips like he’s calibrating the world to my pulse.
"Are you ready for me babygirl,” he rasps, knuckles tight where he holds me.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, please.”
I hear a groan from where he kneels behind me, seconds before the same length as Reid pushes inside me. His hold on my hips is so tight I know I'm going to bruise, but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of feeling him thrust into me from behind. Somehow that angle is even better than the one before and, if I didn't know anatomy better than that, I'd think his cock went all the way to my navel.
In front of me Reid takes one of my hands and places it around his length, still hard, still warm, already slick because of me. His own hand goes over my own, and he guides us into a rhythm that has his head leaning back against the headboard. “Good,” Jake leans forward murmurs against my hair, the motion making him go even deeper. “Just like that. You feel what he’s doing?” His gaze cuts over my shoulder; the pace shifts a fraction and I shiver. “Match it,” he tells me, quiet command that lives straight down my spine. “While you take me. That’s it.”
A sound tears out of me; I don’t recognize it until Reid’s mouth curves and Jake huffs a laugh that’s wrecked and pleased.
“That’s my girl,” Reid says, and I swear my heart learns a new way to beat. He tips my chin so I have to meet his eyes. “Use your words.”
“I like it,” I manage, honest and breathless. “I—God—I love it.”
“Better,” he says, and kisses the edge of my jaw—hard enough to brand where only we’ll see. He strokes himself with my hand at the pace I now know he likes; Jake mirrors it. The two of them build me slowly, exactly where I want to go—no guessing, no rush, just pressure and permission and the heat of us collapsed into one breath.
“Look at him,” Jake says, and I find Reid's face in the dim: pupils blown, mouth set like a promise. “Good girl,” he tells me, not sweet, just true, and it breaks me open in the best way. His pace picks up, the pleasure and the pain mixing in the most intoxicating, beautiful way. I've never felt anything like this, never felt this good. My body isn't my own anymore, it's theirs to do what they want with, and I'll gladly oblige.
When it’s too much I gasp, “Slower,” and they both ease—one, two, like a wave folding soft—until I groan and roll my hips back into the tide I asked for. Jake grins against my hair. “You lead,” he reminds me. “We follow.”
His hands map me with purpose: a touch behind my knee to open the angle a little; a steady palm at the base of my spine to coax the curve he wants. “There,” he says, voice going rough. “There we are.”
Reid claims my mouth and I chase it like oxygen; he breaks the kiss just long enough to order, “Say my name,” and I do; “Say his,” and I do that too, and the sound Jake makes answers in my bones.
Seconds later, Reid places his hand behind my head, fisting my hair, and looks at me. A nod is all he needs before guiding my mouth to his cock and letting me suck him slowly, running my tongue at the tip where I can already feel a bit of precum building. His groan is so feral, so animalistic, that if I didn't know better I'd be scared.
“Tell us you're okay,” Jake rasps, knuckles tight where he holds me.
“I am,” I say, once my mouth is free of Reid for a second. “More than.”
“Then take all of it,” Jake tells me, and the words feel like a benediction. He too fists my hair, pushing it in time with his thrusts in me, making me suck his brother while he fucks me from behind—anchored, not trapped—owning the tremor that runs through me when he does. “Perfect,” he breathes when I moan. “Listen to yourself.”
The noise I make could name a storm.
I stop pretending I’m not drowning in them. Jake sets the climb—steady, relentless, worship woven through heat—and Reid stays with him so closely it feels like the world is one machine built to hold me just right. The headboard whispers against the wall; praise spills from both of them, hoarse and reverent, my name turned into something I never want to stop hearing.
“Madeline,” Reid grits, his abs tensing, eyes gone dark and tender all at once. "You're gonna have to back off or I'll unload in your perfect little mouth."
I don't hide the surprise and pleasure that run through me at the thought. I clench around Jake and feel him curse behind me.
"Do it."
Reid's eyes go wide. "No, not right now. It's—" he groans, unable to finish his sentence as I pick up the pace.
I stop for only a second. "I lead, remember?" A smile. "Tell me where you want to cum, Reid. Nothing is off limit."
That has both of them stilling to the point of statues. Not one part of them is moving, though all of their inches are currently inside of me.
Jake swallows. "What do you mean by that?"
I take Reid out of my mouth and turn to look at Jake. "I mean that you can cum wherever you want, Jake." Then I turn to Reid. "And you too. I'm on birth control."
They both groan simultaneously, so in sync that one would assume they're the exact same person. Reid takes my face in both his hands and looks into my eyes as if trying to see if I'm bluffing. When I answer with a grin, he looks over my head at Jake and nods. Jake resumes his thrusts in me, slow, then fast, then hard, the sound of his balls hitting my ass so obscene it shouldn't be described.
Reid moves from in front of me and places both my hands on the headboard instead. He kneels next to the bed and finds my clit once more, rubbing slow circles I'm sure he figured out drive me crazy. I feel the pressure building like a pool of heat where Jake's cock hits in rhythm with Reid's circles. It takes only a few seconds before the pressure turns into fire, then stars, then a groan from both me and Jake when I realize that he, too, is reaching the climax and spilling his cum inside of me.
He stays in for a short moment, his cock twitching from the wave of pleasure, before moving away. I barely have time to feel his absence before Reid takes his place, his length replacing Jake's.
I lose the smile I’d been hiding and let the want show its teeth. I'm not even sure where my last orgasm ends and the new one begins, or if it's just one big, never ending wave of pleasure. They have a way of making me understand that I have never truly had great sex before. Or sex that felt safe, free of judgement and full of... love. They're chasing their own pleasure while never losing sight of mine.
Jake now sits in front of me, placing my hands on his shoulders instead of the headboard, while Reid pounds into me relentlessly from behind. Tears form in my eyes but my smile and my nod tell them it's from how good it feels.
“Count me three breaths,” Reid says, hands reaching to grab my breasts, voice gone low.
“One,” I whisper, and their hands tighten—Jake kissing my knuckles like he’s leaving a secret only I’ll find tomorrow.
“Two,” Jake says into my mouth now.
“Three,” I breathe, and the room breaks open—amber and heat and the thrum of my name in their voices, their names in mine. I come apart in their hands again, held through it, guided, adored—so thoroughly theirs that I'm not sure I'll ever be anything else. Reid stills behind me, his fingers back at my hips and deepening the bruises left by Jake, letting himself cum deep inside of me.
After, they don’t let me float off. Jake slides my arms down, kisses the inside of my wrist where his fingers were. Reid presses his forehead to my back until the ragged edges of our breathing line up again.
“Are you okay?” Jake asks, softer now.
“Okay?” I say, shaky and proud. “I've never felt better.”
He smiles against my cheek—trouble and promise all at once. “Again?” he teases.
My laugh comes out wrecked. “Yes.”