Leah paused and took a deep breath, allowing the gravity of the moment to sink in. She had fought it for so long, but the truth was undeniable.

“I…have always wanted to have a threesome,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at Charlie and Elliott. "But, only with the right people.” She waited for an uncomfortable pause to settle before continuing. “Life is too short to deny our desires. I don't want to live life with regret.”

Elliott and Charlie exchanged a look, and Leah held her breath.

“Something like that could destroy a friendship,” Elliott said.

Leah’s heart sank. Elliott was right. She’d let the throbbing beneath her skin get the better of her and hadn’t considered everything that could happen afterward. There were so many memories she’d sculpted and shared with Elliott—so many moments that would take on a new hue once they crossed a line they could never reverse.

Still, as Leah looked between Charlie and Elliott, something told her that they would be okay. No matter what happened. “Elliot, I…” She hesitated, chewing her lower lip. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

Elliott’s face flushed, and he drained his glass. “While I assure you the feeling is mutual—”

“Why don’t we take things slow?” Charlie said, cutting in. “We can start with boundaries.”

Elliott looked at Charlie, his brow knitting with surprise. “Go on.”

“Well, for starters. No pressure, no assumptions, and all of us communicate openly,” Charlie continued.

Leah nodded. “I agree.”

“Elliott?” Charlie turned to Elliott.

Elliott refilled his glass and carefully replaced the bottle on the table. “Alright. We’ve a foundation, then.”

“Good. What would you want to try, Leah?” Charlie’s voice was considerate and inviting.

Leah took a deep breath, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. With each word that left her mouth, she felt like the shackles of restraint were splitting off her limbs. “Everything,” she said. “I’m ready for anything. I trust both of you.”

“Everything? Even—I mean, that covers a lot of ground…” Charlie’s voice trailed off as Leah’s eyes widened with anticipation. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Anything you can think of, I’m willing to try,” Leah said, her voice steady but her pulse racing. “This moment is ours. We can sculpt it together into something beautiful.”

“And if your sculptors fail to meet expectations? Elliot asked softly. Nervously.

Leah reached out and laid her hand atop his. A string of goosebumps disappeared inside his coat, and she smiled. “I think that’s impossible.” She lowered her voice. “We don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable, Elliott.”

An unexpected courage gripped Elliott’s chest as he drowned in Leah’s gaze. He took her hand and pulled her forward, capturing her kiss. Her lips were as soft and warm as they looked, and her gasp was as sweet as her voice. Slowly drawing away, he touched her chin and whispered, “I will walk this path with you.”

Leah shivered. All of Elliott’s arrogance had vanished, replaced with a heated desire she’d never seen. She glanced to the side, catching Charlie’s knowing grin. His eyes were narrowed and…hungry.

“We’ll want a safe word,” Charlie murmured.

Leah blushed and nodded quickly, pulling back from Elliott and straightening her back. “We can keep it simple. ‘Red,’ I think, for stop.”

“That is fine with me,” Elliott replied. His mouth was dry, the echoes of Leah’s lips on his.

“Leah, why push him away?” Charlie stood and repositioned himself behind Leah. He rested his hands on her waist and pulled her to her feet, nodding at Elliott to follow. “The point is to be close to one another, isn’t it?”

Charlie’s chest was so warm against her back. Elliott stood, and his mouth was inches from hers.

This was happening.

Leah’s heart hammered against her chest, and her breathing quickened.

Charlie traced her ear with the tip of his tongue, and a shudder ran down her spine. Elliott cupped her face in one hand and kissed her forehead.

A nervous anticipation coursed through Leah’s veins, and heat rose to her cheeks.

“Ready?” Charlie’s breath was hot on her neck.

“Yes,” she said against Elliott’s mouth.

“Good.” Charlie’s hands weaved around her waist and unfastened her belt.

“Is this your first time unfastening a belt, Leah?” Elliott teased, nipping her lower lip.

Leah’s hands trembled as she worked at the metal buckle holding Elliott’s pants together. Charlie had divested hers with terrifying efficiency, and her pants rested around her ankles. Charlie was on his knees, tasting the soft skin of her thighs, sinking his teeth just beneath the curve of her ass.

“I-I’m a little distracted,” Leah quipped, her breath hitching on her words as Elliott slid a hand beneath her shirt.

“That does sound like a problem,” Elliott said.

“One that’s getting—hng!—w-worse!” Leah gasped as Charlie trailed two fingers against her panties, caressing the vulnerable skin that lay beneath.

“You feel like you want something.” Charlie nibbled the string of her panties.

“I want a lot of things.” Leah finally unhooked Elliott’s belt and snapped open his fly. “And for some reason, they’re still clothed.”

“As are you. That won’t do,” Elliott remarked, tugging at Leah’s shirt until she raised her arms over her head. “You know, patience is a virtue.”

Leah giggled, the taste of the wine bubbling on her tongue. “What about urgency?”

“We can add it,” Charlie said before tearing the seam of her panties with his teeth. The sound made Leah’s heart skip. Was this really the same man she’d invited over for a few drinks? “Don’t worry. I’ve got a pair of boxers I can replace these with.”

“I’d prefer she stay naked.” Elliott tossed her shirt aside and reached around her back for the straps of her bra, kissing her throat as he worked.

“Finally. Something we can agree on.” Charlie snapped the second string and yanked her underwear away. Elliott had her bra off in short order.

Leah shivered. She’d barely managed to undo the button on Elliott’s pants. Charlie was still fully clothed. And here she stood, naked as the day she was born.

“I’m feeling a tad ganged up on.” Leah giggled nervously as Elliott sunk to his knees. The look in his eyes was intense. Reverent. His gaze wandered from her face to her chest, then to his hands as he touched her thighs. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Charlie kissed the small of her back.

“Well…yes,” she murmured, sliding one hand into the forest of Charlie’s black hair and the other into Elliott’s silken red locks. Despite how slowly they moved, every breath, kiss, and stroke sent her mind and heart racing. She was dizzy with excitement and quivering with anticipation.

“You have your word, Leah,” Elliot said, tenderly brushing the insides of her thighs with his thumbs. “Shall we continue?”

“Please do,” Leah said, breathless.

Charlie parted her ass cheeks, and his tongue was suddenly at the entry, swirling against her skin in tantalizing rotations. Elliott’s mouth vanished between her legs, and a searing warmth invaded her folds and enveloped her clit.

Moans tore from Leah’s throat, tinting her gasps and filling the room. One hand from either man rested on her opposing thighs. Fingers danced on either side, searching for her heat. She managed three rasped breaths before they sank deep inside her yielding cunt.

“Mngh! H-how many—ah!” Three. Four. She couldn’t count. So many fingers against the mold. So many hands sculpting her pleasure. They toyed and teased her body’s most vulnerable points with their tongues. It was impossible to tell where one man began and the other ended. It was one continuous ribbon of pleasure from her front to her back.

Elliott reached up with his free hand, kneading her breast and plying the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As if he’d received some kind of signal, Charlie did the same.

An unexpected memory tugged at Leah’s consciousness—a painting she’d seen years before in an art gallery. A beautiful, naked woman wrapped in flames. At the time, she couldn’t understand the contented expression on the subject’s face.

But with Elliott and Charlie at her feet, their hands and mouths slowly moving upward and inward to consume her in their heat, reforge her in their image, and carve her with tools of pleasure, it suddenly made sense.

Leah’s head rolled back, and she closed her eyes, allowing her hips to rock freely between them, her body to tense and pulse as it willed. Her whimpers and moans urged them on, and another finger slid inside of her.

In their capable hands, they would create a masterpiece.

“I’ve never—mmnh…” It was so hard to talk. How was she supposed to tell them? Thank them? “I’ve never felt so good.”

“We’re just getting started, Leah,” Charlie’s voice came from another universe away. “Don’t give up on us now.”

“Never,” Leah breathed, stroking their hair.

“You taste divine,” Elliott said against her thigh, licking her glistening pleasure from his lips. “Perhaps it’s because you’re vegan?”

Leah laughed. She’d never let anyone see this side of her. Making love was always meant to be a simple thing. No joking, just do your thing, enjoy your few moments of bliss, and go on about your day. But this was a completely different medium. Different strokes. Different tools.

Two of their fingers struck her g-spot, and her laugh choked her throat.

“Ah, we’ve found something,” Elliott murmured, kissing her hip, then the shallow dip inside it.

“Are you close, Leah?” Charlie pinched her nipple, and she cried out.

She couldn’t answer before Elliott’s tongue returned to her core. The tension was quickly building between her thighs, and the movements of their fingers grew more prominent. Every inch that entered or escaped her didn’t go unnoticed, sliding and skipping across the ridges and walls with delicious speed. Their tongues were hot and starved, drinking in her desire and prodding every orifice. Red marks streaked her pale breasts from the men’s machinations, and she barely recognized the sounds that came from her throat.

“Come, Leah,” Charlie commanded.

Leah’s grip tightened on their hair, and her toes curled. She couldn’t hold back. Not against this.

Don’t stop!

“I’m coming!” she squealed.

Sharp convulsions throbbed against their hands and pulsed from the top of Leah’s head to her toes. Fingers penetrated her deeper, kneading points of pleasure she didn’t know she had. Their hands felt cool on her skin, and her nipples were more sensitive to their work. Elliott gently sucked on her clit while Charlie buried his tongue inside her. Every hole was stretched and filled—pushed beyond what she thought possible.

“That’s…so…good!” Leah managed between groans. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. There was nothing else—no one else.

As her high descended, their fingers slowed. One by one, to her dismay, her body was emptied. Lips returned to the canvas of her skin, and hands explored her limbs. Her breathing slowed, and everything felt lighter. More exciting.

Oh, yes. This had possibilities.

Leah giggled.

“I know that laugh.” Elliott rose to his feet. “What are you thinking?”

“That both of you should be naked.” Leah all but tore Elliott’s coat from his shoulders. “Now.”

Charlie reached for Elliott’s filled glass and handed it to Leah. “Here. A drink and a show.”

Leah grinned and took a sip as Charlie whipped his shirt off. Farm life looked good on him. His toned arms were a perfect pair against tanned, chiseled abs from hundreds of hours toiling on his land. She let her eyes wander across every line and curve, memorizing the lay of the land.

I wonder if he’d ever model for me. She snickered at the thought and stole another sip of wine.

Elliott wasn’t to be outdone. He unbuttoned his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, a tinge of pink hueing his cheeks.

“I’m standing here naked, and you’re embarrassed?” Leah wasn’t about to let him get away with that.

Elliott chuckled. “Truth is stranger than fiction.”

“Only you would bring Mark Twain into sex,” Leah giggled. She wasn’t sure when her confidence had rocketed upward, but she figured it was as good of time as any to embrace it. “Now the pants.”

“Don’t be the last one dressed. Not a good look,” Charlie said as he kicked off his jeans. He grinned, grabbed the bottle of Blue Moon, and took a swig. Eyeing Leah, he took a step forward and raised her chin. His lips met hers, and the wine trickled into her mouth.

Leah’s eyes widened, but she swallowed. Renewed heat swept through her veins as he pulled away.

“What do you want us to do, Leah?” Charlie licked his lips and wriggled out of his boxers. Elliott did the same.

Leah blinked. Elliott was a writer, so what in the world was he doing with so many delicious contours? He didn’t have the bulky muscle that Charlie carried, but Elliott’s body was well-defined, lithe, and etched in all the right places. And his skin…was there a blemish anywhere on this man?

Her eyes dropped, and she chewed her lip. They were both…very well endowed. For a split second, she doubted her plan. Ah, what the hell. “Stand side by side.”

Charlie and Elliott exchanged looks. Charlie shrugged, then moved to Elliott’s left.

“Good.” Leah drained the glass and smacked her lips. She moved to stand before them, then dropped to her knees. “Now hold still.”

“What is it you plan to do down there?” Elliott asked. A nervous lilt still clung to his voice.

I’m not quite sure. But she didn’t have the nerve to say it. Instead, she raised her hands and took Charlie’s shaft in her right hand and Elliott’s in her left. Elliott gasped, and Charlie grinned. His expression was confident and knowing—the kind of face a man who’d bedded five women in Stardew would wear. Leah shivered.

She raised her chin and licked at the head of Charlie’s cock. The skin was delicate, smooth, and hot against her tongue. He moaned in reply, reaching for her copper hair and weaving his fingers between it. She craned her neck forward, sliding him across her tongue to rest a few inches inside her mouth. Glancing to her left, she realized there was no way to pull Elliott closer without hurting him. She drew away from Charlie and stared at them with a frown.

“What are you trying to do, Leah?” Charlie murmured.

“Hang on. I can make this work,” Leah replied. She gently guided Charlie and Elliott closer together and laid her tongue flat against both heads.

“Reliving your hot dog eating contest?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

Leah blushed, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “I can do this! Really!”

“Is that not more meat than you’re allowed, sweet?” Elliott reached forward and tugged her braid over her shoulder, fingering the twined strands as he watched her.

“Not you, too!” Leah replied. “Just hang on!”

She worked her lips around Elliott’s shaft, whose laughs dissolved into a surprised sigh, then pushed him into her cheek. Turning back to Charlie, she barely managed to get her tongue on the head before Elliott slipped out of her mouth.

“Damn. Almost had it,” Leah cursed under her breath.

“You’re making this too hard on yourself,” Charlie laughed. “Let’s move to the bed.”

Charlie turned away, and Elliott offered her a hand. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then said, “I like this side of you, Leah.”

Leah accepted his hand and slowly stood, allowing her stare to linger on his body. Everything she’d imagined that lay beneath the silks and foppish attitude was wrong. He was so much more. “I’m glad,” she murmured, kissing his shoulder. “Because I like this side of you, too.”

“Gonna leave a guy alone with his wine all night?” Charlie called from the bed. He raised the Blue Moon bottle high and took a swig. “I’ll get cold all by myself.”

They snickered and moved toward the bed.

“What’s your idea?” Leah asked. She glanced at the top drawer of the nightstand and crossed her arms in thought. My joke gift may actually come in handy. She’d come this far. Why not?

“—And the we ride our unicorns out of Stardew,” Charlie finished.

“Wait, what?” Leah snapped back to Charlie’s voice. How long was I staring?

“Welcome back,” Elliott laughed. He’d sat down on the bed and let his arms rest against his knees. “Share your travels with us?”

“Yeah! Sorry about that.” She opened the drawer and pulled out the glass bottle of translucent liquid. “I was just thinking we might need this later.”

“Lube? That was good thinking.” Charlie nodded.

“Nefarious plans indeed,” Elliott added with a sly smile.

“Maybe just a little bit.” Leah set the bottle on top of the night stand and turned her full attention to Charlie. “One more time for the class, if you would.”

“Right.” Charlie performed a small salute. “Elliott needs to move closer to me. But it might be more personal than he’s willing to get.”

Elliott shrugged. “What am I, if not creative?”

“Good man,” Charlie chuckled and grabbed his ankles. “Come this way.”

“Ah! Well…” Elliott’s blush returned as Charlie tugged him forward. Charlie pulled Elliott’s feet over his thighs, resulting in Elliott’s ankles wrapping around Charlie’s waist and resting at the small of his back.

“Still comfortable?” Charlie asked with his face inches from Elliott’s. He had the same wolfish stare and grin he’d favored Leah with only moments before.

“I-I… Erm… I see. Yes,” Elliott sputtered. His eyes darted around the room, and he turned to look at Leah.

Leah snorted. “And the night suddenly takes an unexpected turn.”

Elliott snatched the bottle from Charlie’s hand and drank deep.

“Not at all. We’re here for you, Leah,” Charlie said, cool as a cucumber. He rolled his shoulders and reclined back, resting his hands flat on the bed behind him. He jutted his chin toward the center of his and Elliott’s tangled legs. “See? Easier.”

Leah did see. After taking the bottle of wine from Elliott, she crawled onto the blankets and positioned herself on her knees. Charlie had set himself and Elliott up so that she could do what she’d initially planned—though that meant moving both men into kissing distance. She giggled and carefully lifted their cocks before parting her lips and descending on them simultaneously.

Elliott’s shaft throbbed and trembled against her tongue while Charlie’s remained rigid. It was a lot to take in, and she had to work slowly. Gradual licks of her tongue, surveying every bump and vein as she took them deeper. Pointed heads moved toward the back of her throat, thick shafts occupying every vacant space in her mouth.

“Great idea, Leah,” Charlie breathed, returning his hand to her head.

Elliott’s quivering fingers wandered her back, tracing her shoulder blades and caressing her spine. She shivered and resurfaced, taking gasping breaths. Had she ever put so much into her mouth at one time? Charlie’s hot dog contest comment floated into her thoughts, and she breathed a chuckle through her nose.

As if he’d read her mind, Elliott whispered, “It’s not a contest.”

Leah wiped the saliva from her mouth and laughed. “Not enjoying this, Elliott?”

“N-No. I am.” He returned her smile. “Perhaps a little too much.”

“Good.” She took a deep breath and enveloped their shafts in her mouth once more.

Leah used rhythmic strokes of her hands to pump their smooth skin in place of her lips while she rose and fell.

She’d never let her barriers down like this, not for anyone. There was no one she’d wanted to watch her slurp and suck their cock like a woman starved. But here were two men that she never wanted to stop watching her.

Their reactions were palpable, noted in every new twitch and flicker of their bodies. Charlie’s sighs and Elliott’s low moans lit her like a kiln, sealing both men’s pleasure into her flesh. She wanted to memorize their sounds and impart them into her work.

“I-I’m close,” Elliott whispered. His fingertips arched into claws against her back.

Then give it to me. Leah continued at the pace that had brought him to the edge.

“We have all night,” Charlie’s throaty laugh echoed in Leah’s ears. “Feels like she wants it to me.”

“L-Leah… Ngh!” Elliott moved his other hand to her head. His fingers shook as he tenderly pushed her head down further.

Her lips had nearly reached their bases when Elliott climaxed. White-hot liquid struck the back of her throat, dribbling down the back of her tongue and coating the roof of her mouth. It was sharp and astringent, and the viscous sensation soaked her tongue. She tensed, blinking away the tears in the corners of her eyes. She swallowed on instinct, unable to breathe through her mouth or her nose.

It was vulnerable, erotic, and real. In that moment, she’d never felt closer to Elliott.

I want more.

Elliott’s ragged breathing slowed, and he released her head. Leah pulled away and licked her lips with a grin.

“A-are—” Elliott stammered, then sucked in a deep breath. “Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah. I’m great,” Leah said. “Better than great.”

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Charlie teased. “Or maybe you’re just that good at holding your breath.”

Leah playfully poked his forehead and giggled. “Falling into the ocean has its perks.”

“So that’s your secret,” Charlie replied. “I’ll give it a shot sometime.”

She reached for the lube and dispensed a wide circle into her palm.

“A new idea?” Elliott asked and licked his lips.

“Mhm.” She rubbed the lube between her hands, slicking her palms before grasping their shafts again. “I think this is a good position for it, too.”

“You sure about that?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, his mischievous smile returning.

“You don’t even know what I want to do!” Leah countered.

“You’re right. That’s fair. Go on.” Charlie still managed to look as comfortable as he had when they’d first sat down at the table.

Elliott, on the other hand, was flush with satisfaction. He watched Leah’s hand work with a craving in his eyes she’d never seen before. His fingertips danced along her shoulder before brushing the side of her breast.

“Elliott?” Leah asked. “Still okay?”

He smiled. “I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”

“Shakespeare?” She wanted to laugh, but the weight of his words felt serious and…true. “Only you, Elliott.”

“Only me, Leah.”

Charlie cleared his throat. “Was a double handjob your idea? Because I can give Elliott his space back if so.”

“No! Stay put!” Leah pushed herself up and swung one leg over the tangle of legs so that she faced Charlie. She angled her hips and pushed their shafts together. “I’m going to put you both inside me.”

Charlie leaned forward and tilted his head with curiosity. “We don’t have to be this close for double penetration—”

“You do if you’re going in the same place,” Leah interrupted. Elliott hummed behind her—a strained sound that seemed both excited and apprehensive. She wriggled her hips and tried to get a better position to see what she was doing. It was difficult with all three bodies so close together.

“Here, I’ll hold the lube.” Charlie took the bottle from her and steadied her shoulder.

“Alright. That helps. Let’s see.” She lowered herself and guided the head of Charlie’s shaft between her legs until she was certain he would slip inside her if she pushed. Ignoring the throbbing need in her abdomen to sheathe him whole, she reached behind her and moved Elliott’s cock to meet it.

Am I wide enough for this? Leah pushed the thought aside and squirmed around him until it felt like both were just inside her opening. She eased herself down, feeling Charlie’s head penetrate her walls, but Elliott slipped out.

Leah grunted and sat back up. “Wait. Let me try again.”

Charlie laughed, and Elliott chuckled. Two hands smoothed over the length of her back while Charlie toyed with her breast.

“Need more lube?” Charlie held up the bottle, and she flattened her hand. When he depressed the plunger, the lube squirted into her hand and all over her chest. “Okay. Maybe that was a little too much.”

Leah squealed and fell into a fit of giggles.

“I don’t believe there’s such thing as too much.” Elliott held a hand out, and Charlie squirted a pool of lube into his palm.

Before Leah could protest, both men set to work spreading the lube across her body. Four hands ventured over her flesh, covering and coveting the curves and hills of her form. Goosebumps prickled in their wake as desperate whimpers tore from her throat. Fingers rolled and flicked her nipples, dipped in and out of her dripping pussy, rolled across her abdomen and teased at her thighs. Her toes curled just as Charlie kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue as his fingers vanished inside her body.

The pulsing tension between Leah’s thighs was deliciously unbearable. Charlie and Elliott’s fingers were barely a taste of what she wanted—what she needed.

“Again,” she murmured against Charlie’s mouth. She gripped their wrists and drew them away from her despite the aching void they left behind.

Leah took Elliot first this time and was surprised by how hard their impromptu massage had made him. She guided him between her slit, then eased him inside just past the head. Elliot grabbed her hips and leaned his forehead against her back, his hot breath trickling down her spine. Now for Charlie. She did the same, pushing him against Elliott to fit the tight squeeze of her cunt. She rocked her hips forward and drew him inside her.

It almost worked. Almost. Charlie pushed Elliott out of her.

Elliott’s groan sounded disappointed, and he coughed to cut it short.

“Okay. I’m clearly not good at this,” Leah admitted.

Charlie grinned. “Turn around.”

She blinked. “Alright.”

Leah turned to face Elliott.

Charlie scooted backward and untangled his legs from Elliott’s. “Lay down, Elliott,” he called.

Elliott laid down on his back and stretched his legs out.

“Leah, get on all fours.” Charlie poked her back, urging her forward.

“Hm.” Leah lowered herself onto her hands and knees and looked at Elliott. “Meow?”

Elliott chuckled. “Careful. You do that well.”

Charlie’s hips were suddenly against Leah’s, and he teased the head of his cock against her clit. Leah hissed in a gasp and bit her lower lip. Elliott cradled her face in one hand and searched her eyes.

“Hold still, Leah,” Charlie murmured.

“Okay.” The word came out squeakier than she intended.

Charlie repositioned his shaft and pushed inside of her. Elliott slid his thumb between her lips and she sucked at the digit without a second thought. Her body tensed around Charlie, and every nerve begged her to move.

“Elliott, I’ll lower her down on you. Just hold yourself up,” Charlie instructed.

“Alright.” Elliot’s voice was barely above a whisper, and he continued watching her, swirling his thumb around her tongue.

Leah felt herself being lowered and felt Elliott’s cock brush against her yielding skin. Then she felt herself stretch. Inch by inch.

“Oh… Oh God…” she whimpered. Elliott withdrew his thumb from her mouth and traced her lower lip. Her legs trembled, and she could feel her ecstasy dripping between her thighs. “I feel so full.”

Charlie paused.

“Am I hurting you?” Elliott suddenly looked very worried.

“N-no. It feels good. Keep going,” Leah managed. “Please.”

Elliott nodded, and Charlie resumed their descent.

H… How… How did they cram themselves into her like this? How did they fit? Even if it was her idea, she hadn’t believed her body would succumb to it.

Her hips kissed Elliot’s, and a sensual moan grew in Leah’s chest, overtaking Elliot’s groans. She chanced rocking her hips—just a tiny bit—and gasped.

“You want me to move?” Charlie asked.

“Y-yes!” Leah cried, tipping her forehead to Elliott’s.

Charlie grabbed her waist, held fast to her skin, and thrust into her.

Tiny white spots exploded in Leah’s vision. Charlie’s deliberate thrusts forced carnal squeals from her throat. Elliott lifted his head and stole her kiss, burying his tongue in her mouth—a third penetration that made her head spin.

We are… We’re connected. All of us.

For most of her life, Leah had filled her days with carving, sanding, and polishing. Her years were dedicated to carving and creating the most captivating pieces possible. An artist’s craft that was stuffed with lifeless tools—chisels couldn’t feel, wood polish didn’t speak. She’d severed the connection to the world outside of her art, constructing barriers around her heart as carefully as she’d carved her award-winning pieces.

Except…

Except Elliott, whose smile brought light into her life. Except Charlie, who had brought them all together and had allowed her to drop her guard.

Elliott’s tongue warred against hers. One hand massaged her breast while the other rested just beneath her backside, holding her wider for both men to stretch and fill her. Remold her to their pleasure. Charlie continued his mindnumbing rhythm, his sighs and groans blending perfectly into theirs.

For the first time in a long time, she’d found something new. Something messy that stretched her beyond her comfort zone. Something fulfilling and beautiful.

The walls rang with a cacophony of skin slapping against skin, the wet, slippery noises of Charlie and Elliott’s exits and reentries into Leah’s slicked cunt, and the unrestrained moans, groans, and cries of three people in the throes of passion.

This is what’s possible with the right amount of hands.

“I-I…! Hah! Mngh!” Leah couldn’t warn them. Just as she’d ended their kiss, a climax ripped through her, numbing her lips, fingers, and toes.

“Mmm. That’s so good, Leah,” Charlie growled behind her, rocking hard against her, moving all three participants with the force.

The convulsions were impossibly tight around both men, and the size prolonged the rhythmic throbs. Leah’s back arched, and sweat dripped down her neck. Elliott propped her up higher and leaned forward, taking her nipple into his mouth. She gasped and closed her eyes.

“Again. Come again,” Charlie commanded.

Another orgasm triggered, and Leah could hardly breathe. How Charlie had such an intimate grasp on her, she didn’t know. She didn’t care. She opened her eyes and ground her hips into Elliott’s, relishing in the surprise on his face.

“I-if you do that—” Elliott whispered.

“Then what?” Leah challenged.

Elliott’s brow knit and he squeezed his eyes shut, his chest lifting to meet hers. “Then, I—”

“Come with me, Elliott,” Leah said.

He groaned and clenched his teeth. Leah wrapped her hand in his hair and yanked it into a fist. She felt it as soon as his release took hold.

“Charlie!” she whimpered. “You, too!”

Charlie chuckled. “Absolutely.”

Leah let go of Elliott’s hair and grasped for the blankets. She held tight as both Elliott and Charlie relentlessly bucked their climaxes inside of her. Their independent movements forced another orgasm to take hold, and her knuckles turned white. She felt them both spend themselves in her depths, the taste of Elliott’s seed still fresh on her tongue.

Their groans sank to ragged breathing as Charlie and Elliott slowed. Charlie slipped away first before Leah lifted her hips from Elliott. Her limbs ached in a way she wanted to remember forever—the irresistible pain that only came from tangling herself with another person. In this case, two other people.

It was messy. It was beautiful. It was hers.

Leah crawled to the pillows and flopped on her back. Elliott and Charlie flanked her on either side, their expressions mixtures of satisfaction and delight. She felt giddy and perfect and renewed.

Charlie puffed a loose section of black bangs away from his eyes and grinned. “That was fun.”

Elliott nodded, toying with the end of Leah’s braid. “It is a night I will not soon forget.”

“Me neither,” Leah agreed. “Especially since someone decided to drop Shakespeare in the middle of it all.”

Elliott flushed and rested his head against his propped-up arm. “It seemed fitting.”

Leah giggled. “Yeah. All of it fit, huh?”

“Surprisingly so,” Charlie laughed.

They lay there for a time, sharing a comfortable silence.

Leah’s eyes grew heavy, but she needed to tell them one more thing before she fell asleep. They had to know. “I… I really liked this. Thank you both.”

Someone responded, but she couldn’t make out what they said. She soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.