Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Threesome
They move like one, handling me from both sides, mouths and hands everywhere at once. Kisses trail down my neck, across my chest, over my stomach. My whole body lights up like it’s covered in tiny needles, sparks rolling over me, making me buck gently beneath them. Dimitri settles between my legs, his tongue invading my folds, his fingers circling my clit, pressing just right. Moans spill out of me, and Ivan is there stealing every single one, his mouth crashing into mine, not letting me breathe. His hand moves over my breasts, kneading, squeezing, dragging me closer to the edge.
My body starts to tremble. Dimitri is really damn good. I go over, hard, my orgasm ripping through me, and I swear I feel him smile against me. He kisses his way up from my pussy to my neck, and before I can even come down, Ivan replaces him, licking and sucking on my clit, driving me completely insane. Another orgasm crashes into me, my body going soft and heavy against the bed.
It gets harder to tell them apart after that. They take turns being inside me, slow and deep, then faster, then slow again, like they’re reading me, like they know exactly what I need. They’re both gentle, both overwhelming in different ways, and my body stretches around them, taking everything they give me. My orgasms blur together into one long, endless wave. One of them kisses me while the other fucks me, and my mind goes blank, lost in nothing but heat and movement and pleasure.
There are no blankets, no pillows—just us tangled together on the bed. Something wild takes over. Dimitri sits up and I move with him, my mouth finding his cock. My ass lifts into the air and Ivan is behind me, thrusting. I take Dimitri deep, drool slipping past my lips as I struggle to breathe. His moans are addictive, low and rough. My hand wraps around him, guiding, teasing, until he swells and spills into my mouth. I swallow some, then pull away.
I straddle him, letting what I didn’t swallow drip into his mouth. His eyes go wide, shock flickering across his face as he realizes what I’ve done. Our tongues meet, sliding together as I bite his full lips. He grunts, gripping my hips as I grind against him.
Ivan watches, stroking himself, his gaze dark and heavy.
Dimitri comes inside me, and I shift again, turning toward Ivan. My mouth wraps around his cock, licking, sucking, tracing every vein as he gets harder in my mouth. I drag my teeth lightly over the head and he loses it, spilling into my mouth. I swallow a little, then move up, pressing my fingers to his lips, forcing them open just enough to let his release fall back into his mouth.
His expression mirrors Dimitri’s—surprise, then something darker. His tongue slides out, tasting, eyes locked on mine.
“I think she’s ready,” Dimitri says.
They sit facing each other, bodies close, their cocks side by side. It’s absurd, wild, unreal—and I want it.
They pull me over them, lowering me slowly. I face Dimitri, his lips on mine, while Ivan presses kisses into my neck.
“Take a deep breath and relax,” Dimitri murmurs.
I do.
They guide themselves inside me together.
Fuck.
The stretch is intense, overwhelming, but they fit. My body adjusts, heat spreading everywhere at once. We move together, slow at first, then deeper, stronger. My body burns, every inch of me alive. Their moans grow louder, filling the room, echoing off the walls.
I’m so full. Their hands roam over me, gripping, holding, claiming. The pressure builds and breaks again and again, each orgasm stronger than the last. Stars explode behind my eyes. My body shakes under them, lost in the intensity.
They come together, warmth flooding me, too much, too full, spilling between us.
I lean back against Ivan, his hands gripping my breasts.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear.
Dimitri leans in, kissing me again, slower now, softer. My breathing is uneven, my heart racing. My legs feel like they don’t belong to me anymore.
Ivan lifts me off them and lays me back down. Dimitri fixes the bed, pulling sheets and blankets back into place. I don’t move. I don’t want to.
Ivan returns with something warm, cleaning me gently. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. Dimitri covers me, tucking me in, and for a moment I think they’re leaving.
Then the mattress shifts.
They slide back in on either side of me.
Each of them presses a kiss to my skin. I turn toward Ivan, my body heavy, relaxed, my mind drifting.
“You two are so fucking weird,” I murmur.
They both chuckle.
“Do you do this often?” I ask, eyes still closed.
“It’s only the second time we’ve both felt this way about someone,” Dimitri says quietly.
A pause settles over us.
“Did I give you the nightmare?” Ivan asks. “I shouldn’t have… done that in front of you.”
“No… it wasn’t you,” I say softly. Not entirely true, but not entirely a lie either. “Being with Roman does that to me. This one was just… vivid.”
“Why Roman?” Dimitri asks.
Silence stretches between us.
“He was there,” I finally say. “It happened to both of us.”
I swallow, the memory pressing in.
“It happened to both of us. We were together. One of his guards…” My voice thins, but I keep going. “I can still smell him. Pine and sandalwood… lemon balm. The stone stairs, cold and damp. The cellar. That dark wooden door.” I swallow. “Roman screaming. Blood everywhere. Destruction.”
My fingers curl into the sheets.
“When he finally left… we held hands. They couldn’t pry us apart.”
“Jesus,” Ivan mutters. “That’s… fucked.”
“Why sleep with him if it does that to you?” Dimitri asks gently.
I let out a quiet breath. “This was the first time we’ve been together since.” I shift slightly. “The other time… didn’t exactly work.”
They both go still, listening.
A small smile tugs at my lips despite everything.
“We were too young. We had no idea what we were doing.”
Ivan snorts. “Yeah, same. First time I tried, I couldn’t even get in. Wet noodle situation.”
Dimitri bursts out laughing.
“Wet noodle?”
“Shut up, asshole.”
I laugh with them, the heaviness cracking just a little.
“The girl I was with actually knew what she was doing,” Dimitri adds. “She had to show me everything.”
“Lucky you,” Ivan mutters.
Their laughter fades into something softer, quieter. My body finally relaxes completely, exhaustion pulling me under.
Between them, wrapped in heat and the aftermath of everything, I let the darkness take me again.