August chuckles, praises me with words that seem unintelligible because that orgasm caused my ears to ring, and then he’s gone.

Declan urges me to move faster, and I’m having a tough time concentrating. August’s hands on my ass reorient me, and I become hyper aware of where he is.

Spreading my ass cheeks, he dribbles lube between them. I tense slightly, feeling the blunt tip of his cock press against me. Going utterly still, I grit my teeth, knowing some pain is part of the game but wanting the feeling that comes after the pain more.

Declan starts moving, driving his hips up.

I can do nothing but feel Declan inside me while bracing for August’s invasion.

I exhale a long breath as he presses his cock into me. It breaches the tight ring of muscles with no hesitation, and I’m grateful it’s not drawn out. There’s a burning—a flash of pain—that’s quickly forgotten as I can feel August claim my ass inch by delicious inch. When he’s fully seated—when I’m completely stuffed full of him—his large hands curl around my hips and hold me pressed tightly to him for a moment. “Are you okay?”

I nod, unable to form words.

“Hang on then,” he murmurs reassuringly. “This may get intense.”

There are no words to adequately describe what it feels like to have two men moving inside your body at the same time. There’s a flash of jealous pain that courses through me as I realize Declan and August are moving in such perfect symmetry there’s no doubt they’ve done this together many times before. It means I’m probably nothing special to either, but I’m never going to let them take away the fact that this moment is special to me. Because my body has never felt anything so deliciously pure and wicked at the same time. It’s a feeling I know I will want to replicate again, and I imagine it’s much the way an addict feels when they get that first flush of high from whatever their drug of choice is.

My fourth orgasm doesn’t come quickly, but it’s only because August and Declan don’t let me get there right away. They keep their movements slow and measured. If one senses I’m getting close, they back off. There are times where I feel like I’m going crazy with need, yet they keep my release just out of my reach. Sometimes, Declan just lays there and lets August work on my ass. Other times, August presses in tight and lets Declan fuck me from underneath.

It’s only when I’m begging them to please let me come that they start moving together with purpose. Deep strokes meant to elicit a focal response from me.

When I lose it—my last hold on reality bursting apart at the seams with my orgasm—I can’t stop the tears of pure joy that slip from my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I scream. It’s not something August can see since I’m facing away from him, but Declan reaches up and drags a thumb over my cheek, clearly fascinated by my tears. I can only hang on as both men let themselves go. After a few more deep thrusts, both roar out their own orgasms.

On the drive home, I enjoy the silence, reliving what happened in the club. Replaying every dirty moment without an ounce of regret. My body was mastered by two men tonight, and I was given the best lesson ever about guilt-free pleasure.

After the experience was over, both men withdrew, then Declan dressed quickly. I knew it was so he could leave and give August and me some alone time. Declan gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek and told me I was amazing before disappearing.

His words didn’t mean anything to me. I’m sure he says that to every woman he’s with.

August and I took our time getting dressed, but the only words he spoke were to ask, “Are you okay?”

I managed a smile. “Never better.”

Now, I watch the bright lights of the city recede as we make our way into the suburbs where August lives. We pull into his driveway, right into the garage. As the garage door starts rumbling down, I make a move to open my door, but I’m stopped when August reaches out and puts a hand on my thigh.

I shift in the seat toward him with my eyebrows raised.

“I’m going to ask you once again—how are you feeling?”

I shrug. “The pleasure was incredible, but I’m still processing. That was something I never in a million years I thought I would do. Never thought the father of my child would ask me to do it, either.”

“Feeling guilty?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

Moving his hand from my leg to the nape of my neck, he gives me a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay to act on your fantasies, Leighton. I’m sure you’ve had moments in your sexual experiences where you’ve wondered what that would be like… taking it to the next level. That’s what’s so great about The Wicked Horse… everyone in there wants the same thing, and there is never any judgement. It’s all about savoring the experiences, and I’m glad you got a chance to finally act on those things.”