I woke to hands roaming all over my body. More specifically, two sets of hands that belonged to my two favorite men, brushing over the curves and angles of my flesh. It was a hell of a way to wake up, for sure.

When I’d fallen asleep hours earlier, things were fragile. We’d all agreed to give our weird relationship a shot, but we couldn’t quite figure out how to start going about it. In the end, we’d settled for a bit of cuddling and sleep, the three of us squeezed into Asher’s double-bed. But darkness and the proximity of naked bodies can overcome more hang-ups than you’d think.

Eli’s slender, but strong, fingers danced over my hip bone, waltzed over my stomach, and twirled a path up between my breasts. His touch was so light, so nimble, that he left a trail of goosebumps over my flesh in his wake. I resisted the urge to squirm or giggle; I didn’t want to break the mood with my ticklishness.

Asher’s meaty, rough hands clutched my breasts, my backside, my ribcage, while he nipped over the flesh on my shoulder with his teeth. His insatiable hunger made me feel like a woman about to be devoured, pooling warmth across my abdomen.

I made a move to reach for both of them, only to find each of my hands held down over my head. Eli and Asher were already working together, even if they didn’t realize it in the darkness. I groaned and bucked my body just a bit. Something about being held made me squirm, but in a good way.

Soft lips brushed against mine. Eli, so tender and loving. We traded breath and kissed some more. When he pulled back Asher took his place. His needy, hungry tongue claiming my mouth, while Eli turned his attentions lower, sweeping his fingers further down with each pass, until he reached the apex of my thighs.

Even with his tongue in my mouth, Asher sensed the catch in my breath and hooked his leg over one of mine, pulling it towards him, opening me up further for Eli. Yay, teamwork!

Within minutes, Eli had worked me into a shameless frenzy, with Asher playing the backup harmonies. I moaned and fought the restraint. “You guys, damn. You’re killing me,” I panted.

One of them chuckled, though I’m not sure which one. My hearing was fading in and out at that point. Little fireworks sparking in my vision, body tingling in all the right places.

Asher scooted up in the bed, so that his shoulders pressed against the headboard and he was in a half-sitting position. Once he settled, he pulled me on top of him, so that my back pressed up against his face and his cock jabbed into my thigh. He kissed my shoulder blade, scraping the tight flesh with his teeth. His hands clutched my breasts like I was his lifeline.

I could just barely make out Eli’s shadow as he took my legs into his hands. Eli moved closer, kneading my thighs as he approached, finally dragging one cool finger over my clit and finding me ready and so very wet. He slipped his erection over my core once, twice, and then slid into me with deliberate slowness. I writhed wanting more, noting Asher’s cock as it slipped around my backside.

Just when Eli finally seated himself fully inside of me, he pulled out and I whimpered. It was on the tip of my tongue to beg for him to return, but before I could speak Asher lifted me and pushed himself in, hard and fast. I cried out in surprise as my body tightened around the length of him. But then he too, was gone.

Eli came back, again with his slow, teasing entry. Then Asher, plunging into me with abandon. Slow, then hard. Tender, then savage. They took turns loving and fucking me and those turns brought me to a quivering, panting end.

“Fu…Fu…Fuck.” I cried, as my body went off like a roman candle. Asher, plunged into me once more with the power of a thousand bombs, exploding into warm jets as he came violently. He pulled out and Eli entered me one last time, milking my orgasm for everything it was worth.

Stroke, spasm. Stroke, quiver. Stroke, tightening. And just when I was beginning to think I could take no more, he pushed into me as far as he could go, his body went rigid and gooseflesh raised over his skin as he finished.

We collapsed into a sweaty, panting pile of limbs and flesh, so thoroughly fucked that blinking my eyes was a chore. I groaned and took Eli’s hand in mine, while rubbing the top of Asher’s head in slow circles.

“I’m pretty sure I forgot to breathe there for a minute.” I said, my voice raspy.

“You, I’m pretty sure that I died and went to heaven about twenty minutes ago.” Eli said, kissing my shoulder.

Asher chuckled and I waited for him to say something smart-assed. But he didn’t. Instead, he cracked open my heart.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but if I wouldn’t mind going, so long as I can go out like that. Together.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper.

And then I knew. This—our crazy pretzel-like relationship—was going to work. We might have some things to figure out along the way, but we were all in it for the long haul. A lone tear slipped down my face, in the dark where no one could see it, and my heart smiled.