Free Brotherhood of Fire by Elizabeth Moore

her whole. She fell into blackness, coming in waves so hard they nearly pushed her into unconsciousness. The image of Garrett stroking his cock, his groans and encouragement, John's warm breath and deep, hoarse grunts and moans in her ear as he pushed into her all combined and brought the orgasm down on her like a wall of pleasure. With the first clench of her pussy on his cock, John growled a loud yelp and let loose.
"That's it, come for me, ride me," he demanded. He ended the gentle thrusting and bucked into her hard, letting go with full force, driving his cock into her again and again as he rode the waves of her orgasm with her.
"You're so tight—I'm never going to last." Grabbing her hips, he pulled her harder into him. With his face buried in her neck, she barely made out his whisper as he began to thrust deeper. "I've wanted you like this for so long. Too damn long."
The words barely registered before Garrett's voice broke through. "God, yes, give her everything you've got." He groaned, closer now.
She came out of the haze and reached for him. He mounted the bed next to her. Cock in hand, he directed it to her waiting mouth.
"That's it, god, I love your mouth, I can't believe how beautiful you look right now."
Uncontrollable moans matched the rhythm of John's thrusts as she closed her mouth over Garrett's cock, lost in the cascading pleasure of her own orgasm, the feel of her husband slipping between her lips, bringing the three of them together. For several moments, nothing but the sensations assaulting her filled her existence. Garrett's thrusting into her mouth, groaning his pleasure with the same tempo John took her body, the two of them taking her together, her body on fire, pleasure coursing like a circuit between them as the intensity rose higher.
John's harsh growl broke the haze. "Going to come, Carrie, god, that's it, pull me deeper."
His heavy thrust was followed by a loud, guttural shout as he squeezed her hips and held her before he managed several more deep, jerking lunges into her. His climax sent Garrett right down over the edge after him, shouting his own release. "Fuck yes . . . come in her . . . god, coming too."
She felt the heat and wet of John filling her just before Garrett spilled his seed down her throat. Moaning, she fell into another hard orgasm at the feel of the two of them coming into her together, a sensation like nothing she could have imagined. Not one man giving her everything he had to give, but two. Both of them looking at her like she was the center of the universe, both of them clinging to her.
John slumped against her, his warm body as welcome as it was foreign and unfamiliar. Garrett fell onto the bed next to them, stroking her skin, kissing her shoulder. John's head rested heavily on the other side of her chest, his breath coming in pants against her skin.
The amazing and yet surreal feel of it all descended on her. Garrett's broad smile and warm hands coaxed her away from feeling odd that another man was full on still inside her, his body carefully lodged over hers so he didn't crush her with his warm, solid weight. The physical intensity began to fade, replaced by a flood of emotion. John tentatively stroked her gently, a stunned look of admiration in his eyes. It sent a little flutter through her belly just as Garrett's sleepy gaze met hers, full of love and appreciation. She felt completely immersed in the two men, no part of her left unprotected or unattended.
As her eyes closed, exhaustion crept over her. Not just from the sex, but from the adrenaline, the intense rush of the three of them coming together like this. Curling Garrett's hand into hers, she relaxed into John as well, intending to just float and savor the moment.
Voices drifted through her head. The bed moved; she felt something cool, then something warm and soft and wet between her legs. She smiled at the feel of Garrett cleaning her up, taking care of her, until she remembered he wasn't the only one there,