Chapter 72: The Sound of Choosing

Astrid

Xander’s tongue never stopped. He licked in long, steady strokes that kept me balanced on the edge, never quite letting me fall. Reed’s mouth covered mine, swallowing every moan that tried to escape. His tongue moved with mine in slow, deep kisses while one of his hands found my left breast and pinched the nipple between his fingers, rolling it with careful pressure that sent sharp sparks through me. Xander’s free hand mirrored him on the other side, kneading the soft flesh, thumb brushing back and forth over the sensitive peak until both nipples ached in the best way.

The dual touch on my breasts combined with the relentless attention between my legs made everything feel fuller, heavier. Pleasure rolled through me in thick waves. I moaned into Reed’s mouth again and again, the sounds vibrating against his lips. My hips lifted without permission, pressing harder against Xander’s face. He answered by sealing his mouth around my clit and sucking in a firm, rhythmic pull that finally tipped me over.

The orgasm hit hard. My thighs clamped around Xander’s head. My back arched off the bed. Reed held me through it, kissing me through every broken sound, pinching and rolling my nipple in time with the pulses that shook me. Xander kept licking through the aftershocks, gentler now, drawing the pleasure out until my body went soft and trembling beneath them.

They eased away only when the last tremor faded. For a moment the three of us just breathed. Then they switched sides without a word. Reed moved down the bed. Xander shifted up beside my head. Their hands never left me for long. Reed’s mouth found my still-sensitive folds and licked once, tasting what Xander had left behind. Xander’s fingers threaded into my hair as he leaned down to kiss me, slower this time, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

I was the one who spoke first. "I want more." My voice came out rough from all the sounds I had already made. "Both of you. Like this."

They looked at each other over my body, then back at me. Reed’s eyes were dark and intent. Xander’s mouth curved in that familiar almost-smile that never quite hid how much he felt. They guided me onto my hands and knees. The new position left me open and exposed, but I did not feel small. I felt chosen and choosing at the same time.

Reed moved behind me. I felt the blunt head of him press against my entrance, hot and thick. He waited there, one hand steady on my hip. "Tell me," he said, voice low.

"Yes." I pushed back against him. "Please."

He sank into me in one slow, continuous thrust. The stretch burned for a second, then melted into a deep, full pressure that made me moan out loud. Xander had already slid underneath me, lying on his back so that his face was level with my chest and his hard length rested against my clit. When Reed bottomed out, my breasts hung forward and brushed Xander’s mouth. He captured one nipple between his lips and sucked while his hips rolled upward, rubbing the underside of his cock against the swollen bud of my clit with every small movement.

Reed started to move. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in, setting a steady rhythm that grew firmer with each stroke. My body rocked forward with every thrust, sending my breasts bouncing against Xander’s face. He licked and bit and sucked in turn, never letting either nipple rest. At the same time his cock slid wetly against my clit, the friction perfect and constant. I moaned without stopping. The sounds poured out of me, open and shameless, because there was no reason left to hold them in.

Reed’s hands gripped my hips harder. His pace increased. The wet sound of him driving into me filled the room along with my voice. Xander’s hands came up to cup my breasts, holding them steady so he could keep his mouth on them while Reed pounded deeper. Every thrust forced another moan from my throat. Pleasure built again, different this time, heavier, centered around the thick stretch of Reed inside me and the relentless glide of Xander against my clit.

I came a second time with a broken cry. My arms shook. My inner walls clenched tight around Reed. He groaned behind me but did not stop. He kept thrusting through the pulses, drawing the orgasm out until I was gasping and soft again. Only then did he ease out. Xander slid out from under me as well. Both of them sat back on their heels, breathing hard, eyes fixed on me.

I turned onto my side, then onto my back, legs still open. The ache between them was sweet and insistent. I looked at both of them and let my own hand slide down my stomach. My fingers found my clit, still slick and sensitive, and began to rub in slow circles. Their eyes followed every movement. I moaned as I touched myself, watching their faces, watching the way their chests rose and fell faster.

"Look at me," I said, voice unsteady but clear. "I want you to watch."

They did. Reed’s hand wrapped around his own length, stroking in the same rhythm I used on myself. Xander did the same, his gaze locked on the place where my fingers moved. I kept rubbing, kept moaning, kept showing them exactly how much I still wanted them even after everything. The third climax rose slower, built on the simple power of being watched and of choosing to give them this. When it broke, my back arched and a long, open sound left my throat. That was what finished them. Reed came with a low groan, spilling over his fist. Xander followed seconds later, eyes never leaving me.

The room went quiet except for our breathing. They cleaned us up with soft cloths from the bathroom, then climbed back onto the bed and pulled me between them. Reed settled behind me, one arm draped over my waist. Xander faced me, forehead resting against mine. Their hands moved in slow, lazy paths across my skin. Reed pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. Xander kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then the corner of my mouth.

I felt the weight of what we had done settle over me like a warm blanket instead of a chain. I had crossed the line. I had chosen them with my body and my voice and my hands. The old fear that the bond would swallow me whole never arrived. In its place was a quiet, solid certainty that I was still myself, only closer to the two people who had waited so long for me to decide.

Their kisses continued, soft and unhurried. Forehead. Temple. The side of my throat. The top of my shoulder. Reed’s breathing deepened first. Xander’s followed. I stayed awake a little longer, listening to them, feeling the steady beat of their hearts against my skin, until sleep finally pulled me under with their arms still wrapped around me.