“Gabe,” she whispers, searching around blindly—and it’s like he knew she’d call for him. He’s already there, coming forward on his stomach, reaching out to trace her gasping lips with his fingers, pressing them one by one into her mouth, using the saliva to stroke himself back to an erection. “I’m here, Elise. We’re all here.”

I know the moment Banks penetrates that breach, because she jolts against me, her muscles seizing. She’s no longer riding me and it’s painful, but I lock down my testosterone and wait, placating myself with the fact that I get to look into her eyes while this happens. Get to witness the trepidation giving way to wonder. I hold my breath in the face of such honesty. Such beauty. All while her pussy beats around my cock, constricting a little more each time Banks gains another inch.

“Gabe,” I say. “Do you have…”

“Yeah.”

He leaves the bed momentarily to find something in his bedside table. A small, turquoise bottle that he hands over to Banks. Banks rips the top off with his teeth, his chest heaving like a prize fighter in the middle of a bout, and he pours the contents between the crack of Elise’s ass. We watch the valley of those cheeks become coated in moisture, Elise lifts her hips up ever so slightly and Banks sinks in with a guttural grunt. We’re both inside of her now. And the atmosphere changes. Dramatically.

Elise

I’ve left my head. I didn’t think that was possible.

I can’t think of a single thing around the cacophony of sensations. I’m not even sure whether or not being occupied from both sides hurts or feels good. I just know that it’s like jump-starting an emotional engine that I didn’t know existed inside of me. I’m shaking in a way that can’t be controlled, inside and out. I’m snared inside of a three-way trap of intensity that makes my throat shrink, my eyes burn, my chest expand and expand until I swear to God I’m going to splinter into a million pieces.

I’m love. I’m the embodiment of love and nature and everything good.

I’m a woman. These men are desperate to praise me. And I let them, because my heart demands it. My vanity and humility and worries don’t exist right now. It’s just me giving the most basic, elemental part of myself what it needs. There’s nothing else. I’m high.

“Animals,” I whisper again.

Their awed and grateful response swells around me like radioactivity, ringing in my ears and I just give myself over to their energy. This world they’ve woven around me. I close my eyes and feel them fuck me, Tobias from below, Banks behind. They move hungrily, teeth snapping at my flesh, like a pack of wolves preying on me after sundown. The room is filled with the sound of groaning and slapping and me calling their names one by one. Banks. Gabe. Tobias. All of them so important. All of them here with me, lost with me, experiencing this event.