Chapter 57: I Know You've Thought About It

**TW**
Anal. But this is classy anal. Because that's how I roll, thank you.

" Fuck..."

I nod, "I'm down with that, but let's take a breather."

Bellamy huffs a laugh against my skin. "Alright... Lie down, then," then presses on my chest. I go without protest and he flops down next to me. On my other other side, Roan stretches out on his back, folding one hand behind his head while the other rests on his chest, rising and falling with each heavy breath. Bellamy laces his fingers in my far hand and draws my arm across his body, rolling me on my side to face him. I pull myself closer with a contented sigh.

I clear my throat. "So, have you given any thought to Roan's... suggestion?" Bellamy's skin jumps under my fingers as I drag them up his body until my hand settles on the side of his neck.

His brows draw together, "What suggestion?"

I brush my thumb along his cheek, "Come on, you know..." My grin must be nothing short of obscene before I nip playfully at him.

"When he talked about eating you out?"

I smirk at Roan's amused huff behind me.

"No." I roll my eyes, "Not that." Bellamy knows exactly what I'm talking about and I'm willing to bet he was thinking about it before I was.

His voice goes low, "You want me to take your ass, tonight?"

"Please..." I curl closer to him, "I even prepared... Just in case."

"Define 'prepared', Princess."

He cocks an eyebrow when I tell him about the large training plug that I wore all day and the enema I used just before they got here.

"You were planning this all along, weren't you?"

I shrug with a nod while I draw in a deep breath, "I've been wanting this for so long."

He searches my eyes while his hand draws up my side. "Okay, Princess." His voice is graveled and laced with lust. I don't hold back when he captures my lips in another kiss, this one deep and ravenous. He licks into my mouth with a rousing moan and my body lights up at the taste of his tongue when it brushes against mine. I feel fingers of unfamiliar weight draw over my bare shoulders, gathering my hair away from my skin. A whimper escapes me at the brush of Roan's lips over my shoulder blades, my body shivers at the slide of his tongue up my spine. Bellamy brushes my hair away from my face to press sweet kisses up my cheekbones, then down my jawline. I succumb to the decadent sensations of their hands and lips.

Conscious thought evaporates at the upward scrape of Roan's fingers against the side of my scalp as he gathers more hair. He tugs, baring the long line of my neck to his hungry mouth.

My groan is embarrassingly loud and Bellamy pulls away with a thoroughly amused glint in his eyes. He grins and tilts his head toward Roan, "I probably should've warned you, he can be a little fixated on the neck."

My skin prickles at the waft of Roan's chuckle. As if to prove Bellamy's point, he groans and suckles harder on my sensitive flesh. I'm unable to manage anything beyond a throaty moan in response. My hand darts up to his head and I tangle my fingers into his long hair to hold him in place. Every second, my craving deepens, and I'm consumed by a need for more... Sudden relief floods my body with the sharp sting of his teeth as they sink into my neck. Ripples of heat scatter over my skin with each tug of my flesh into his mouth. I sigh when my skin begins to ripen under the lashing of his tongue. Before I can relax into it, Roan's mouth is replaced by Bellamy's and oh, yes... That's what I need...

His deep growl resonates through my body as he draws Roan's mark into the wet heat of his mouth, making it larger, darker... His. My breaths come fast and heavy, increasingly desperate with each passing second.

Bellamy releases my skin to murmur, "Shhh, baby, settle down." My eyes flutter open at the soft press of his lips to his new and improved mark. I slow my breaths down, pull in more air with each steady inhale. "That's right, easy now..." My racing pulse slows as I will myself into a calm state. "We want you relaxed for this, yeah?"

I give a slow nod, "Yeah. Relaxed is good..."

He chuckles and cradles my head to his chest. The deep rumble of his voice surrounds me. "We'll take care of you." Roan's hands rub soothing patterns into my body and I melt into the mattress beneath me. "Now, close your eyes, Princess."

I roll onto my stomach when the mattress shifts with Bellamy and Roan's movements. Roan massages my legs in an upward path from my ankles to my thighs. At the same time, Bellamy caresses my scalp, then gently kneads my shoulders and back muscles into a nearly limp state. They both step away briefly and I listen to them shuffle around the room for a few minutes before they return to me.

Bellamy speaks first. "Hands and knees, Princess." He helps me up, but just as I'm up on all fours, he amends his order. "Actually, I want you in knees and shoulders." I lower my face to the bed with an indulgent groan and press my forehead to the mattress. My hands grip together above me, just like before.

Bellamy slides onto the mattress behind me and narrates the scene before him in filthy detail, the way he knows makes me crazy with want. "Look at you... Fuck, you know I love it when you're on all opened up for me like this." Roan settles at my side. I turn my head to catch a glimpse of his face and I can practically feel the path of his eyes along my lewdly exposed body. He doesn't need to speak. He just remains a solid presence next to me while Bellamy works me over in every way.

Bellamy delicately touches that forbidden place with the pad of his finger. "You feel that, Princess?"

I nod as tingles sweep through my body with each brush, "Yes, Sir."

"That's where I'm going to fuck you."

My entire being trembles with excitement, "Oh my god..."

His strong hands knead at my cheeks, spreading them apart and grazing my sensitive hole with a finger before letting them close. He repeats the motion while he talks, his filthy words falling from his lips and settling through me like they've found a home in my body.

"First, I'm going to fuck you slow... And so deep." The air is forced from my lungs at his vulgar promise. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot this is? How hot you are?" I shake my head and thrust my ass toward him. He huffs, "Fuck... I'm looking at your ass right now, and I'm losing my mind knowing I'm about to fuck it."

I'm so worked up, I can't bring myself to form actual words.

Bellamy slides off the mattress and walks around to the head of the bed. He kneels on the bed in front of me. "Get up on your hands and knees." I do as told, and find his cock just inches away from my face as he strokes himself to full hardness. I draw in a deep breath and take in the musky scent of our sex that clings to his skin. My tongue darts to my lips, ready to taste him in my mouth, but he presses his fingers to my forehead to keep me from moving forward.

He chuckles at my whimper, "Don't worry, you'll get to suck my cock in a moment." He rakes his gaze over my wanton form while he continues to stroke himself. Every tug makes me burn with greed. "But first, I need you to tell me what I'm going to do with it."

"You're going to do whatever you want, Sir."

Roan grunts and his hand snakes between my legs, where his fingers lightly trace my dripping slit.

Bellamy smiles gently, milking his cock for pre-come while he talks, "That's right, Princess, but I need you to be more specific. What exactly am I going to do?"

I duck my head between my shoulders and mumble, irrationally embarrassed, "My ass, Sir." Roan sinks a finger into my cunt and curls it against the front of my walls.

"What am I going to do with your ass, Princess?"

I pick my head back up. "Fuck it... You're going to fuck my ass."

Bellamy smiles with a nod, "That's right." He cradles the side of my face with his free hand, and draws it down to meet his cock. A needy mewl escapes me at the downward brush of his thumb over my lips. My nipples tighten, my breasts ache with need when he catches my chin to press my jaw wide open so I can take him into my mouth. The drag of Roan's fingertips along my side sends my pulse racing. My whole body lights up when he presses his thumb gently to my clit and I groan around Bellamy's cock just before he hits the back of my throat.

"Oh, fuck, that's it... That's a good girl." Well-deserved pride surges through me as he sinks himself deep into my throat. His fingers dig into my scalp, catching strands of hair when he rakes through it. He splays his hand around the back of my head, pressing my face down until my nose is buried in his neatly groomed pubic hair and his balls rest against my chin. His other hand adoringly caresses my hairline. Bellamy breathes, "You're so fucking good, taking my whole cock like this."

"Look at that..." Roan marvels, his voice like music to my ears. "Your body craves his cock more than oxygen."

My throat threatens to spasm at the reminder that I literally cannot breathe with my airway completely obstructed. Bellamy won't let up (I'd be disappointed if he did). Instead, he holds me in place. He massages my scalp with his fingers and soothes, "Shhh, baby. Just relax your pretty throat for me." His voice is a balm for my nerves. My panic for air subsides after a moment and my mind comes to rest. "That's it. That's perfect."

Just as I start to feel light headed, I swallow purposefully around Bellamy's exquisite invasion, absolutely relishing his strangled moan while my throat massages his cock head. I pull in a desperate breath as soon as my airway is unblocked and Bellamy's eyes go dark with lust at the choked sound. He doesn't pull all the way out, just watches me carefully and gives me enough time to take a breath or two before he takes my throat again.

Roan's voice is hot against my ear. "Fuck you're gorgeous, little one." His grunts and sighs are a brand new and unexpected turn-on. "Giving us everything you have. Taking every fucking thing we give you." His growl is heavy in the air, "You want it so bad, don't you?" I close my eyes to really listen, to absorb the raspy profanities that roll off his tongue so effortlessly.

Bellamy repeats the action a few more times before he pulls out completely. I bite back a shiver at the wet slap of his cock against his abdomen when it springs from my mouth. He grasps my chin in his fingers, wipes it clean and tilts my head up, then traces his thumb over my lower lip. He presses down gently to separate it from the top one and I gasp as the digit sinks between my parted lips to brush against my tongue. Instinct takes over and I close my lips around it, laving my tongue over the tip and sucking it deeper into my mouth.

He growls, "Fuck, such a good girl... You know I love fucking your mouth, Princess... To see your eyes wide and your lips stretched tight around my cock... It's fucking incredible." His vulgar words are a stark contrast with the gentle smile on his face. "Let's keep going." He releases my chin and steps away. I drop my head back between my shoulders with a shaky exhale, wiping the sweat from my forehead onto my bicep.

"Put your head on the mattress again, Princess." I sink back down and Bellamy voices his lewd appreciation. He slides onto the mattress behind me. "That's it... Look at your ass, all propped up and ready to be fucked." A sharp sting radiates from my ass cheek where he sinks his teeth into my skin. His hands grasp and knead insistently to spread my cheeks open. His tongue slides down the cleft of my ass cheeks, then he flicks it against my pink rosebud.

"Fuck, oh fuck-" My shaky cries draw a chuckle out of Roan, who sinks a second finger into my cunt and twists them both inside me. I beg Bellamy, "Please, I want your tongue." He huffs a soft laugh but doesn't tease me long before he breaches the outer boundary. He massages the area just inside, gently but firmly, and a calming warmth spreads from my core through the ends of my fingers and toes. My limbs feel heavy and weak. While he tongues farther inside me, his hands knead at my cheeks again. Roan's fingers move with maddening slowness inside my cunt, and each swirl of Bellamy's lithe tongue inside my muscled ring heightens my desire for more.

As if cued, Bellamy pulls his face away, satisfied with the relaxation attained from his rimming. His finger brushes lightly along and around the wrinkled flesh, over and over. "You ready for my finger, Princess?"

I nod, "Yes, Sir, please."

Then he completely pulls away. I feel the absence keenly, and the snapping sound of the lube bottle cap rings sharp in my ears.

Roan cups my breast in his large hand and squeezes it with agonizing gentleness. I don't bother to contain my needy whine when my body practically screams for more attention, and he fucking delights in my desperation. He slowly presses each finger individually into the curve of flesh, brushes his thumb over my nipple, just enough to tease.

Bellamy grasps an ass cheek in his free hand and spreads me open again. I give a sharp gasp when his well-lubricated finger returns to my hole. He rubs it against me a few times before he applies light pressure, then releases. My head nods furiously each time he presses against me, and a gratified "Mmmmmph" escapes me as his large digit finally gains entry.

"Goddamn, your ass is tight, Princess..." He sinks in oh-so-slowly. Too slowly. I push my ass back against his finger until it's buried fully inside me. Bellamy chuckles, "Eager, are we?"

A shaky whimper leaves my throat as he twists his finger inside me. I nod, "Yes... Please, I want more."

"More of of what, Princess?"

"I want another finger, Sir."

"Where do you want another finger?" Both he and Roan stop moving their hands, much to my dismay. I thrust my ass toward Bellamy with a whine.

Roan reprimands, "Nuh uh, use your words, Little One." Oh. ..

I grin, "Please, I want another finger in my ass, Sir." I hear the lube again, then a second finger meets the puckered hole. I groan as both fingers breach my opening, stretching the boundary, then slowly sink into my ass. I fist my hands into the sheets as Roan scissors his fingers inside my cunt. "Oh god..."

"Fuck, I can't wait 'til this is my cock instead." Bellamy tells me as he stretches his fingers out along my walls. I squeal when I feel the men's fingers graze each other, separated only by the walls of my cunt and ass. "You feel that, Princess?"

I nod, "Yeah, it feels so good." It's just like the times Bellamy gives me a "mini-DP," sinking a thumb in one hole, and two fingers in the other. The sensation of his digits pressing and rubbing against each other through those thin walls is fucking magical. A lustful groan escapes me when I think about the possessive way he envelops me with his hand when his fingers are lodged in both my openings like that.

Roan presses his thumb to my clit, jolting me back to the present. "You're making some real good sounds, little one... Real good."

I nod, "I was just thinking about when-" I cut myself off with a moan when both men scissor their fingers inside me.

"What were you thinking about, Princess?"

I smile, "When you fill both my ass and my cunt, Sir... It feels so... dominant when you do it."

Bellamy makes a thoughtful hmm sound. "I'll keep that in mind." My heart skips a beat with sheer excitement at the implication.

I glance behind me, peeking under my arms from where my head rests on the mattress. Roan uses his free hand to squirt some lube onto Bellamy's other index finger, then drops the bottle so he can grasp my ass cheek and spread me open for Bellamy. I feel two fingers again enter me, one from each hand. I whimper at the strain when Bellamy stretches the boundary of my never-fucked hole, deftly massaging the rim as he opens me wider. A squeak escapes me at the unexpected coolness of the air as it licks at the warm insides of my ass.

Bellamy bends forward and kisses the side of my head. His voice soothes, "Shhh, Princess... You're okay. Just relax for me. " I nod and take a deep breath, allowing the tension in my body to leave with a long exhale. "That's it... You're doing so good." After some more massage and addition of more lube, all traces of pain are gone, replaced by a desperate need for more. He tells me, "You're going to take three fingers, now."

I nod, "Oh, god... please." I draw a sharp breath when I feel another finger at my entrance. Roan rolls his thumb over my clit as Bellamy slowly buries all three fingers to the hilt. He twists them around and a full-body shudder rolls through me. "Oh, fuck... I- just... fuck."

Bellamy chuckles, "Oh, I'm going to, Princess... Count on it." I can't contain my excited mewl at his promise. Bellamy chuckles and twists his fingers around in my ass again. "I think you're ready for my cock."

I whimper with a frantic nod. "God, I want your cock in my ass... so bad. Please, just do it." I refuse to feel shame for the desperation in my voice when I beg, "Please, put your cock in my ass, and fuck me with it."

Bellamy chokes out, "Jesus fucking christ..." as he removes his fingers. I shudder at the shrinking sensation in the absence of an object to keep me open. After a few moments, I feel the slathering of more lube over the entrance to my ass, followed by the painless insertion of two fingers. "I know you think you want me to just drive into you right now, take your ass hard and fast..." I nod and wiggle gently, just enough to get his attention. He chuckles as he spreads his fingers apart to make a path for lube to enter me. "But we're doing this right, which means we're doing it my way." I shiver at the dribbling liquid inside my sphincter, releasing a full-on groan when he massages his fingers inside me to thoroughly coat my inner walls. He pulls away, and I hear the wet sound of Bellamy slicking up his own cock.

Roan crooks his fingers inside my cunt again, as if to gently remind me he's still here. My toes curl at the sensation of Bellamy's cock head as it rests against my opening. Finally.

"Ready?" He asks, his voice trembling at the edges with unmistakable lust.

I nod, "Yes, Sir... I'm ready." I feel a steady pressure as he pushes inward against my virgin resistance. "Fuck..." I close my eyes and just feel. He bears forward a bit, then lets up. Push. Release. With an exhale, I sink into a relaxed state while he widens the puckered flesh as he passes through and finally starts to enter me.

I mewl with the stretch, a delicious burn, as the head of his cock finally breaches the tight inner ring of muscle. He releases an appreciative growl while he holds himself there, fingers digging into my hips, the only indication of his struggle to contain himself, to hold back the urge to just take me right here and now. My hand finds its way to his, where it grasps the flesh of my hip. I softly wrap my hand around his wrist, then slide my palm over the back of his hand to interlace our fingers. I look over my shoulder and a bolt of lust hits me as I take in his darkened expression, his eyes fixed on the intersection of our bodies.

"Fuck, Princess... You are so fucking tight." Bellamy's careful control is slipping, but I trust him not to unleash himself on me. Not yet. He asks, "How do you feel?"

I breathe, "Good. I feel really good..." My free hand fists into the sheets into the sheets. "I feel... Opened." He shifts his weight slightly and I gasp, "Fuck... Oh god, like you're opening me up." His hand rubs up and down my spine and I arch my back to meet his touch, mewling when it comes to settle around the curve of my waist. He gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Princess, I'm going to give you more." He tells me, voice low and calm. I nod and my body shudders with anticipation. After a moment, he pushes forward just a bit, then slides back. He repeats the motion, feeding more of his cock into me each time.

My voice shakes, "Oh god." I feel each ridge, every bump and vein of his thick shaft as it slowly, methodically enters me. As he sinks deeper, my body begins to recognize that, unlike the plugs and toys, there is no "narrowed" portion at the base. Being impaled on his shaft will keep me completely open. My body tenses at the thought, Roan meets it with a pleasurable twist of his fingers inside me, squeezing my breast more insistently, drawing my mind and body back to a state of openness.

Finally, Bellamy is buried to the hilt. His pelvis meets the flesh of my ass and finally, he's completely inside of me. In every possible way. I take this time to be still so I can absorb and internalize the warring sensations of exhilaration and tranquility that course through me. He fills me. I feel every one of his heavy breaths with my whole body.

Bellamy's voice brings me to attention. In contrast to its earlier shakiness, he's regained his usual calm and authoritative tone. "Princess, now that my cock is all the way in your tight ass, I'm going to keep it here." He grinds himself into me, slowly, deeply. "Roan is going to take his hands away."

"Why?" I whimper at the abrupt loss when Roan pulls back.

"Because I want you to concentrate fully on this." He emphasizes his point with another slow grind that can only described as possessive. "While I take your ass for the first time, the only thing I want you to feel is my cock inside it."

Every bit of me trembles, "Yes, Sir." My moan is guttural in a way I've never experienced before. Thrilling in its depth.

"Good girl." He slowly draws back until only the head of his cock is still in me, then pushes back in. My muscles twitch around him as he works himself deep into me. "Fuck, you feel so good." My needy mewls spur him on. "Your ass clings so tight around my cock." My walls contract around him like a reflex and he groans, "God, so fucking tight... Breathe, Princess." His hand slides up my spine, then down my side. "Relax and breathe for me," I release a shuddering breath I didn't know I was holding, then draw in a chest full of air. "That's right. Keep breathing." He moves again, "Fuck, your ass is so hot, Princess."

I let go an indecent moan, "Yeah?"

Bellamy huffs while he slowly and steadily strokes in and out, "Fuck, yeah. I mean it's hot, and you look fucking incredible like this." I writhe with his vulgar words, "Your ass is hot around my cock, too. Like, warm. Warmer than your cunt."

I nod, "More blood vessels... Makes it warmer." I'm legitimately impressed with myself for voicing a coherent string of words while I'm about to boil over with lust.

He picks up the pace just a bit, each time pushing against my G-spot from a new, exhilarating angle. The nerve endings surrounding my puckered hole are exquisitely overwhelmed by the movement of Bellamy's cock in and out of me. My breasts ache with need and each movement drags my hard nipples along the sheets. Just the light graze sends currents of pleasure to my deprived clit. As if it's being stroked without even being touched. The jolts of pleasure force a loud, obscene moan from my throat.

"Does that feel good?" He asks.

"Mmmhmm," I manage to moan out, "It's so good."

"You're perfect. You're fucking perfect."

"I need-" I pause, because I'm not sure what I need.

"What do you need? Tell me what you want."

I roll my hips against him, grunting at the brilliant change in angle. "Faster. I need you to go faster." I breathe, "Fuck me."

"You're fucking incredible, you know that?" His delight rings clear in the air as he begins to fuck me properly. And that's exactly what I'm looking for. The faster pace makes my body bounce forward, the slide of the sheets against my nipples is rougher, the sensations to my clit are more and more intense. Deep in my core, a heavy coil of pleasure builds up, my impending climax gains traction.

"Oh my god, I'm close... I think I'm-" His hands grip my body with bruising force while he snaps into me and it's fucking bliss. My limbs twitch, my hands slap against the sheets before clawing into them. "Fuck, like that!"

Bellamy grunts, "Like this?" then gives a particularly powerful thrust. My slow-building orgasm shatters me without warning.

"Oh fuck!" Scorching pleasure thrums through my body. The walls of my ass pulsate around his girth while he drives himself deep inside of me. He shifts himself on his knees and the slight movements spark new, intoxicating currents of from the junction of our bodies.

Bellamy wraps his arm around my front and pulls me up so my body is flush against his. I can feel the thundering beat of his heart against my back. His hand kneads at my breasts, still tingling from contact with the sheets. Roan comes up to mimic the treatment. Before I've fully recovered, Roan sinks a finger, then two into my cunt. He curls them inside me, draws his thumb in circles over my clit and the action renews my orgasm.

My body goes rigid, gripped in pleasure while Bellamy holds me still, his arms firmly wrapped around my torso. A stinging pain blooms from my shoulder where his teeth sink in, his breaths harsh against my sweat-soaked skin. As the rush of orgasm subsides, my head falls back against Bellamy's shoulder. I bring a hand up and pull his thick hair into my fingers.

Bellamy's groan sends tingles through my skin when I scratch my nails against his scalp. "That feels good, Princess."

I nod, dazed, "You're telling me." I rock my hips just a bit and whimper at the feel of his cock, still hard like granite and buried deep in my ass. "Fuck, you're still hard."

He chuckles, "We're not done, yet, Princess."

I smile, "Is that right?"

I catch sight of Roan stroking himself and can't suppress a lewd growl.

Bellamy brushes his lips over the shell of my ear. "You know, it would be a waste to ignore a cock as beautiful and hard as that one, right?"

I nod, undeniably eager, "We shouldn't waste it."

His hands trail up and down and all over my body. "What should we do about it, Princess?"

I have a pretty damn clear idea of what I'd like to do...

"Should we have him fuck your face?" I tilt my head, as if to think about it. Bellamy asks, "You have another idea?"

I shrug casually, but my shaky voice defeats my attempt at nonchalance. "Share me?"

Bellamy considers it, "How should we share you?"

Roan works my cunt to catch my attention, "Be specific..."

The words tumble from my lips, "Both of you could fuck me. At the same time." I get a moment of thoughtful silence, like they are trying to get a read on whether or not I'm serious. I give Roan a salacious look. "I know you've thought about it."

I feel Bellamy's delighted grin against my skin, "Now you're talking."

I turn my head so I can see Bellamy, "But will you fuck my ass, still? I just want you there."

Bellamy nods, his palms brushing up and down my sides, "Yeah, Princess." He gestures toward Roan with one hand, "While I take your ass again, he's going to fuck your cunt."

I drop my head back against his shoulder with an indecent moan, "Oh, fuck... Yes." I open my eyes and watch Roan before me. He casually grabs a condom and rolls it onto his hard cock, then sits back on his heels. Bellamy pulls out of me and the sudden emptiness is nearly shocking. He gently guides me forward so that Roan can pull me into his lap. Roan sneaks his hand between my legs. He dips one, then two fingers into my cunt, twists and scissors them inside me while he nibbles at my ear. At the same time, Bellamy drapes my arms over Roan's shoulders, then smoothes his palms up and down my sides.

Bellamy asks Roan, "Is she ready for you?"

He nods, and his sinful voice carries through me, "Oh yeah, she's ready."

Bellamy whispers against my temple, "Okay, Princess. We're gonna sink you down on his cock, now."

"Oh god, yes..." I nod with frantic speed as they both lower my body down on his shaft.

My flesh parts for a cock that is distinctly not Bellamy's, and I'm overcome by a sudden moment of panic. My fingers search frantically for Bellamy's, and relief floods my body when I find them and interlace them together. I squeeze tightly, as if to check in and make sure this is right, this is okay.

Without missing a beat, Bellamy squeezes right back. His breath washes hot over my ear, "Let him in, Princess."

With his command, I relax my body enough to sink down the rest of the way on Roan's cock. Bellamy kneads my achingly sensitive breasts, mercifully avoiding my nipples for now. Soon, Roan's hands take over and mimic the same treatment while Bellamy sits back on his heels. The lid of a bottle snaps again and Bellamy's lubed-up fingers return to my pink rosebud to make sure the passage is still slick and welcoming. I tense up briefly, just on instinct, before willing the tension to leave my body.

Bellamy grunts, "Atta girl, just like that... Relax."

Roan's hands grasp onto my upper thighs and he gives them a squeeze. "Bring your legs around me, little one." One at a time, I wrap my legs around his middle. "Now hold on tight." Suddenly, he rises up to a knees. He hooks his elbows underneath my bent legs, letting my calves dangle to the sides. I cling to him with my arms wrapped around his neck. The position gives Bellamy perfect access to my ass.

A relieved gasp escapes me at the warmth of Bellamy's chest against my bare back. Bellamy's fingers come back to my ass and he probes me open again. His breath tickles my neck. "God, you're already getting tight again."

I shudder with a nod, "Then you should probably get your cock back in there soon, Sir."

Bellamy spreads his fingers a little wider, "You're right, Princess. Soon. Just hold on." I'm about to ask why but my curiosity is answered by Roan's surprised and satisfied grunts as Bellamy presses his fingers against his cock through the thin walls that separate them.

"Oh my god," My body tenses with pleasure and surprise. I'm barely able to fathom the deep level of eroticism when I think about the fact that Bellamy is stroking Roan's cock inside of me. Through me...

Bellamy pulls his fingers out, then lines the tip of his cock back up against my ass again. He caresses my sensitive rosebud with his cock head, alternating forward pressure with teasing drags against my flesh as he talks. "Princess, I want you to be aware, this will be an even tighter fit than before."

I nod, "Yes, Sir."

"You might think my cock won't fit this time, but you'll be wrong." His free hand glides all over my body, dancing over the raw nerve endings in my skin. His voice goes low and leaves me feeling hazy. "I'll show you how wrong."

"Yes, Sir."

"Unless you safeword, I'm gonna keep going. Keep filling you. Do you understand?"

I nod, "I understand."

"Good girl." He gives a push-release pattern against my hole until the resistance gives way and his cock head sinks inside.

"Oh, fuck!" I cry, because he wasn't kidding about the tight fit. Not just at my opening, but throughout my entire body.

"You're okay, you're okay." Bellamy reaches between Roan and and rubs gentle circles on the side of my clit, sending wild swirls of pleasure all over me. "Just relax your body for us, Princess." I nod and do as asked, relaxing my ass to let him in. "That's a good girl. Just keep it like that, okay?" Not an easy ask... He pushes in a little farther, then pulls back again, giving me more of his shaft each time. I feel impossibly full, already. Bellamy pauses after he's part of the way in. "You doing alright?"

I nod, "You can keep going."

He does. It feels like my entire body is making room in some way for Bellamy's invasion as he sinks deeper and deeper, until he's finally all the way in, his body pressed fully against mine. Then they hold me there, pinned tightly between them while they both fill me in a way I never thought possible. I loosen the grip of my arms around Roan's neck, then drop my head back against Bellamy's shoulder, allowing the two of them to support me completely. My heart races with excitement when I take in the reality of being filled with two cocks at once. My head goes wild with lust while I embrace the sheer depravity of my position.

I experimentally clench myself around them, reveling in the strangled groans from both of the men currently buried deep inside me. My skin lights up with the drag of their lips over my shoulders, up my neck. With one arm looped around Roan's neck, I reach the other behind me to tangle my fingers in Bellamy's hair and hold him close.

Bellamy's breath is hot against my skin, "You feel so good, Baby."

Roan suckles on my collarbone, growling against my skin, "So fucking good... Your cunt is incredible..."

Bellamy groans, "Yeah, it fucking is..." He gathers my hair in his hands and holds it out of the way, then sinks his teeth into the back of my neck. It's the perfect sting to draw my attention back to him. He presses a kiss over the bite. "And your ass-" He swivels his hips, just barely, to punctuate his words, "-it's so fucking hot and tight around my cock."

I nod, moaning in lieu of speaking, because I'm pretty sure any attempt at words will be unintelligible.

Roan's lips trail along my jawline as he murmurs, "I can't wait for us to fuck you like this."

Bellamy chuckles behind me, "We're gonna fuck you so good, Princess."

My head nods frantically, "Yes, please, please!"

A soft moan escapes me as Bellamy draws his cock back slowly. In my state of heightened sensitivity, I can feel every vein on his shaft as it passes through my opening. He pauses when only his cock head is left inside. As he steadily sinks back in, he tells me, breath hot against my ear, "Princess, you get to come as soon as you want, as many times as you can."

I give a forceful moan in response, digging my fingers into Roan's skin and tightening my grip on Bellamy's wild curls. Bellamy pulls out again, then back in, repeating the motion and setting a slow pace. Then Roan moves. Fuck, he moves. As Bellamy pushes in, Roan pulls out. Their movements are slow, controlled, and beautifully coordinated. Bellamy waits until Roan begins to slowly drive back into me, then withdraws at an equally restrained pace. The pattern of their movements is purposeful, as if to ensure that there is a cock inside me, somewhere, at any given moment.

Their rigid shafts drag inside me in the best way, the motion pulling at my taint while filling me up in unprecedented ways. My mind struggles to catch up with my body as it adjusts to this novel experience. The competing sensations of impossible fullness and bewildering emptiness send rousing sparks through my pleasure-wracked form.

As they move faster, they keep me pinned in place between them. Restraining my movement, rendering me helpless to do anything but take the pleasure they give, makes the bliss that much more intense. Their skin is hot against mine, slick with sweat in every place we touch. I'm utterly captivated by the incredible sensations of my ass and cunt being fucked together.

I let go a strangled gasp when Roan sweeps his tongue along the grooves of my collarbones. His ragged breaths scatter over my skin as he dips his tongue deep into the hollow of my throat.

My orgasm builds like wildfire tearing through a dry, thirsty field. Moans sound like sobs as a deep, full-body orgasm begins to stir in my core, decadent pleasure taking shape within me.

Bellamy tugs at my earlobe with his teeth, sending ripples of bliss down my neck and chest, "Fuck, I can feel you getting close, Princess."

I nod, fingers and toes curling tightly in anticipation. The muscles of my abdomen and inner thighs flex and relax in succession, my calves squeeze against my thighs, trapping Roan's elbows behind my knees.

"Fuck, I'm-" I gasp, gulp for air.

Bellamy rumbles, "That's it, come for us, baby."

And just like that, a thick, carnal pleasure tears through the deepest parts of me.

With the rush of blood in my ears, I can barely hear Roan growling, "Fuck, yeah, there you go." I sink my teeth into the meat of his shoulder while shivers of ecstasy scatter from my core to my limbs. As my body seizes around their cocks, they both drive into me as deep as possible and hold there.

"Fuck, Clarke..." Bellamy's fingers glide through my folds, each brush of his fingers over my clit making my body jerk. I can barely register his lewd exclamations about how hard it is as he rolls it between his fingers, drawing out my orgasm so they can truly feel my body take the pleasure they give it.

Their voices are a chorus of praises that surround me like a cloud of lust, "Good girl... feels so fucking good on my cock..." A warm flush radiates all over my skin while I come back around. The men grind slowly into me, and I feel their cocks rub against each other through the wall that separates them.

"Bellamy-" I breathe, clenching myself around them, "You're still hard." I drop my head back against Bellamy's shoulder, "You're both still fucking hard... Are you gonna-" I'm cut off by my own shriek when they thrust up into me in unison with exhilarating force.

I can hear the grin in Bellamy's voice, "We're going to fuck you, again, Princess."

They do. Fuck, they do. My senses are immersed in them. Their cocks filling me in both holes, our breaths fanning heavily over each other's sweat-covered skin. Bellamy shifts his angle slightly and a new burst of pleasure shoots through me. I throw my head back with a rousing moan, turn my face and attach my mouth to Bellamy's neck, savoring the salty taste of his skin. His fingers flinch on my skin as I scrape my teeth over his pounding pulse.

Then it happens.

My vision flickers at the edges, my ears ring, echoes of pleasure bounce through my head. My thoughts become more and more incoherent, like the basic process of thinking becomes an impossible task. All of my senses blend together, while bliss thrums through me, filling my core and melting me from the inside.

I slip into oblivion.

[Bellamy]

Clarke's first orgasm nearly sends me over the edge. It's a fucking miracle that I'm able to hold off my climax while I'm buried to the hilt inside her ass. Her whole body pulsates around my cock while she comes, and I can't resist the urge to push her farther. I reach my free hand around her front and sneak my way into her folds.

Roan lets go a filthy "Oh, fuck" in lewd appreciation when my fingers graze the base of his cock, buried in Clarke's spasming cunt. Her whole body jolts when my fingers trip over her engorged clit.

"Fuck, Clarke, you feel that? Your clit is hard as a rock, baby." Her responding mewls make my head spin. She clamps down around us again, and the pleasure is almost blinding. I give Roan a nod and both of us pull back, nearly all the way out of her. One more nod, and we both thrust deep inside, burying ourselves fully into her holes. Sinful little whimpers escape her throat with each of our movements, and my self-control grows more and more tenuous.

With her second orgasm, I can't hold back any longer. The rhythmic clench of her ass around my cock is fucking incredible and drives me to the edge of my own climax. All of my senses converge into a frenzy of pleasure at the base of my cock, building and swelling to the point of no return.

"Fuck!" With an uninhibited shout, my pleasure flares through me and I fucking erupt. I don't hold back my groan at the warmth of my own come around my cock as it fills her in spurts.

Roan lets go an wholly satisfied growl as he finally succumbs to his own climax. His cock twitches against mine as he comes, an erotic sensation so intense, I have to bite down on Clarke's shoulder just to keep my head anchored in reality.

I drop my head forward with a shuddered sigh. Beads of sweat drip down the bridge of my nose and fall onto Clarke's bare shoulder. My mouth closes over her smooth skin, salty against my tongue while her body calms down and the furious clenching of her walls finally begins to weaken.

Clarke begins to slip from Roan's grip, so I press myself harder against her body, pinning her in place between us. Her head rolls forward while strings of nonsensical ramblings fall from her lips.

"Princess, give me your word." I get nothing but a sharp pull on my hair as she clenches around us again, sending a jolt of intense pleasure through me. I check again, "Clarke, baby, open your eyes." Her eyelids flutter partially open and I catch a brief glimpse of her unfocused gaze before they close again. Her moans are incoherent, her muscles lax.

Roan catches on immediately. He picks up one of her hands, raises it in the air and lets go. He marvels at the way it just drops. "Shit, she's in deep."

I huff, "Yeah, she is."

He gives me a nod and supports her tired body so I can pull out. Her ass clings tightly to my cock, the tight ring of muscle firmly constricting my shaft, as if desperate to keep me inside of her. A soft little whimper escapes her as I pull the rest of the way out of her, and I can't resist a quick peek at her ass.

"Holy fuck, that's hot." I'm gripped by something primal at the sight of my come seeping out of her freshly fucked hole. I straighten back up and draw Clarke's spent body into my arms. She turns her head and nuzzles my chest while Roan and I maneuver her off of him so he can dispose of the condom. With one arm hooked under her knees and the other around her shoulders, I move her to the head of the bed. I lay her down in the middle of the mattress and she settles into the sheets with an sated wiggle.

I softly trace her cheek with my knuckles, then sweep a few fly away hairs from her temple to tuck them behind her ear. She opens her eyes and blinks a few times while she gathers her bearings. Her gaze snaps to mine when I clear my throat.

My heart skips a beat with her soft smile, "Hi, Bell."

I smile back, "Hey, there." She stirs like she's going to sit up so I shake my head as I stop her, "Just rest, Clarke. Lie down."

Roan returns to the bed so I take the opportunity to take care of business, knowing that she's not going to be left alone.

"I'll be right back. Stay close to her." I nod toward Clarke and he slides up the mattress to sit behind her and rests an open palm over the curve of her hip.

When I come back, she's curled on her side, facing my side of the bed. Something clutches on my heart with the knowledge that she's waiting for me to come back to her. Her fingers are laced with his where they wrap over the flare of her waist. Not quite spooning, just maintaining contact. She smiles when I slide into bed and turn on my side so we face each other. I bring my arms around her back and hold her close.

Roan clears his throat, as if to check whether he's welcome here. It's a valid inquiry. Aftercare is a private affair for many people, Clarke and I included. Generally speaking, it would be awkward as hell for someone to lounge on our bed with us during our post-scene recovery. However, considering that he was an incremental part of the scene, I feel it's entirely appropriate for him to be here.

It may not have been a physically taxing (read: pain-oriented) scene, but it was a scene. Limits were established and rules were set. To no one's surprise, Clarke tried to get creative to test boundaries, and appropriate discipline was imposed. Just because we didn't push her to a pain threshold doesn't mean that other limits weren't approached. For fucks sake, I just let another man fuck her. Yes, it was negotiated beforehand that it would be an acceptable progression of activities, should the occasion arise. But it was still far beyond anything we'd done before.

Aftercare is just as important now as it is for any other scene.

I nod my head, "Stay."

Roan relaxes, "I didn't want to make assumptions." He's got a point. I realize we failed to establish expectations for aftercare. It has always been something Clarke and I play by ear, and it didn't dawn on me to include the specifics in our scene negotiation before. His deference is much appreciated.

"You were literally inside her just now." I add with a chuckle, "Not to mention, me before that. You're good."

He folds a hand behind his head as he settles back into the pillows with a satisfied exhale. We all rest there for a while while soft music plays through the speakers in the wall.

Clarke's body curls against mine while I trail my free hand along her side, over her arm, then finally I cup her face in my palm. Her cheek is soft under my thumb. Her hair sticks stubbornly to the sweat on her forehead. I carefully brush it away from her face while I press soft kisses over her brow bone.

"I love you, Clarke."

Her lips curl into a smile, "I love you, too."

"You did so good tonight, baby. So good." I lay soft kisses in trail over her cheek and down her jaw. Her body comes to life when I reach the corner of her mouth. Without warning, she grasps my face between her hands and slants her mouth over mine, drawing me into a deep, toe-curling kiss. Her tongue feels electric when it first touches mine, but the taste is sweet, like each release I've felt tonight. Her fingers flinch against my scalp with every groan she draws from my throat.

I gasp sharply at the slide of her silky cunt on my skin when she ruts shamelessly against my abdomen. "Fuck, Clarke. you're wet."

She nods with a little squeal and rolls her hips even harder. "Mmm... wanna come again, Bell." Her words are practically slurred, she's so spaced out. Our rule of thumb for clarke in subspace is basically not to deny her anything. Sex is frequently part of our aftercare, but it took me a while to come around to actually fucking her while she's this incoherent. I learned that in her state of heightened emotions, my noble intentions in fact stung like rejection, and she ended up in tears half the time. There is literally nothing in this world I want more than for Clarke to be happy. And if that calls for fucking her while she's in subspace, then so be it...

She slides a hand between us and wraps it around my cock, but there's no fucking way I'm going to be ready to fuck again any time soon.

I chuckle, "Babe, my cock is done for the night." Before she can pout, I press a quick kiss to her lips. "But let's see what we can do for you, yeah?"

She lets go an excited squeak when I roll her onto her back. Her legs are floppy and fall completely open when I spread her knees apart. Her cunt is flushed, swollen, and quivering for attention.

"Do you want my hands, babe? My mouth?"

She pulls me down on top of her, and whimpers in my ear, "Fingers, Bell. Fuck me with your fingers." Aftercare is about holding her, being close. So, as much as I want to get my mouth back on her cunt and eat her until she passes out, she needs my body close to hers.

"Yes, ma'am," I reply with a grin. My palm travels a sure path down her body, my fingers slip into her wet folds. I slant my mouth over hers and swallow her whimpers while I slide my fingers inside her. "Like that? Is that good?" I ask against her lips.

She nods, breath catching while I fuck her. She slaps her hand to the mattress at her side and feels around for Roan. She grips onto his wrist and I smirk as she guides his hand to join mine.

Roan gives this growling mmmhmm moan that rattles through both of us while he gathers her juices with his fingers. He brings them to her clit and her body jolts upwards off the bed. She hisses, "Too much!" With a shuddering sigh, "...softer."

Roan draws the hood back over her clit and rubs it gently from the side. "Like this?"

She gives us a drunken smile, "That's better."

I chuckle, "You like that? Me fucking you with my fingers while he plays with your clit?"

She nods, "So much... I like it so much." She pulls my face down into a deep, consuming kiss while Roan descends on her body with his mouth. It's not long before she nears the edge. She lewdly sucks on my tongue while her swollen cunt flutters around my fingers. When I crook them harder against her front walls, she tightens her grip on my hair and gives me a little gasp.

"Come on, let go for us, baby... Come on our hands."

Her body tenses as she peaks, clenching around my fingers with a broken sob.

"That's it." I kiss her temple, "Just like that..." My lips brush her forehead, "Fuck, I love you."

Her body trembles in gentle waves, giving breathy sighs while we take her through her orgasm. Finally, she loosens her grip on my hair and relaxes the rest of her body while she comes down.

"Love you," She whispers.

I pull my fingers from her cunt and suck them clean with a filthy grin. She makes a purring sound and rolls to her side, drawing my arm over her curled up form so we're spooning. Roan flops tiredly on his back next to her, but leaves her some distance. Clarke won't have that, though. She reaches out and tries to pull him close and he shoots me a questioning eyebrow, as if to confirm it's okay. I give him a nod and he scoots closer. Clarke hugs his arm close, along with mine, and drifts off to sleep almost immediately.

Clarke rests, murmuring something nonsensical every few minutes. Light bounces off the thin layer of sweat on her bare skin and a slight shiver travels through her naked form. Roan brings a sheet over her body and she whispers a quiet thank you for the protection from the slight drafts.

He studies Clarke with open fascination.

"Subspace without pain." He says, "That's new."

I brush my thumbs in circles over her skin, "Yeah. I've never had a sub this susceptible before. Clarke slips under easy with powerful sensory stimulation."

"Even pleasure..." He pauses, "She ever get there with pain?"

I smirk, "Oh, yeah. She's a dyed in the wool masochist. It's been a while since she got there with pleasure alone, but tonight was intense. So I'm not surprised."

"Yeah. Intense is a good word."

My fingers brush along Clarke's arm. "It was good. Really fucking good."

Roan grins at the ceiling, then looks back over at me and Clarke. "It was fucking fantastic." He chuckles, "I'll be honest, this is not what I expected to happen when we ran into each other at the pool."

Clarke gives a lazy hum, "I did."

I press a kiss to her hair, "Look who's awake."

She shakes her head with a smile, eyes still closed. "No, not awake... Just talking."

My lips brush her ear and I grin at the way her body shivers in my arms. "Get some sleep. You had a big night."

"Okay." She turns her head to face me and blinks her eyes into focus. "Thank you. For tonight."

I huff, "Fuck, thank you. You were incredible."

Roan makes a noise of agreement and Clarke squeezes his arm, then slides her hand down to his. She laces her fingers with his, then brings them to her lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. "Thank you, too."

He grins at her, "Yeah." He gives her fingers a squeeze, "You, too."

She nods and my heart swells with affection for her beautiful smile when she turns back to me. "I love you, Bell."

I feel like my chest might explode with love for this woman. "I love you, too, Clarke." I kiss the tip of her nose, "So fucking much."

A happy sound escapes her and she settles back into my arms, then drifts off again. Utterly satisfied, Roan and I follow quickly after.

End Chapter Notes

Finally, we wrap up the boanlarke threesome! This became much longer (and more intense) than I originally anticipated, but I'm happy with how it all came out :) these have been among my favorite chapters to write for UE. This little exercise in debauchery came to nearly 30k words across the three chapters. You're welcome. ;)

I truly appreciate all your enthusiasm and encouragement. Your comments have been truly motivating, and I feel really blessed to have such supportive readers!

And getting real here, I'm seriously anxious as hell about posting this chapter because the large majority of it is anal, which has been hinted at for a long while... Well, I've finally delivered. There just isn't a lot of anal smut in this fandom and I'm really hoping not to scare everyone away by having it here...

I'll be honest, I get personally grossed out by approximately 98% of anal smut. The vocabulary and synonyms for the anal "elements" tend to be... Unattractive, to put it mildly. That's a large part of why this chapter took so long - it takes time to make that into something hot and accessible, and I hope I've done that here. (Again. Classy anal is the goal here.)

Again, I'm anxious about reception for this chapter. So, validation that I haven't lost you guys will be much appreciated! Comments are more important than ever ~ Also, I'm really wanting to know what you think of it. It's a "new" activity for them and so I'm always a little nervous every time I introduce something new to my readers. (I'm working on replies to your comments on the last chapter, so if you haven't gotten one yet, it's coming).

The next chapters have some truly obnoxious, cavity-inducing fluff. And feels. And sweetness. And a return of Alex.

Aaaaand time for another **KINK PSA**

You may have noticed that Bellamy and Clarke don't use a condom here. Roan does, because he's not in their fluid bond. Generally speaking, you should use a condom for anal sex, for cleanliness and shit (pun sorta intended). And in most everything I write I'd do that.

But... they don't use one in this chapter, and the reasoning is very specific.

For starters, if you're sufficiently "cleaned out" (via good/reg diet and elimination + enema if she wanted) the scat "risk" can be minimal to nonexistent. And we know that Bellamy and Clarke don't have STI concerns.

I mention this because there's something to be said for the heightened sensations with anal. In my editing, I realized that there's a really strong emphasis on sensory perception in the boanlarke chapters. More so than any of my others. So, if I was ever going to illustrate the sensations associated with anal sex in detail, this would be the chapter to do it...

Condoms should always be used with non-monogamous relationships, or if STI's exist or might exist, or where there's concern for scat. Like if there hasn't been time to sufficiently "prepare" for anal. For these chapters (55-57), she has had plenty of prep time. Actually, in the chapter, it became clear that Clarke had plans all along for Bellamy to take her ass that night (our sneaky girl).
Oh, and never go ass-to-vag. Ever. I don't care how many pornos you see it in, you're begging for pelvic infection if you do that. (In that regard, condoms are super convenient because all he has to do is remove it (and put a new one on, if applicable) if they want to engage in Vaginal sex after, rather than having to get up to go wash his dick...)

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