*Isabella's POV*
Just like that, it went on. It became a goddamn blur, a whiplash-inducing dance of possession where I was the fucking prize. Jacob's teasing, bruising kiss, then the demanding, punishing heat of Damien's mouth. One set of hands gripping my hips, another tangling in my hair. My brain was short-circuiting, completely unable to catch up with the relentless, overwhelming assault on my body.
Just when I thought I'd shatter into a million pieces from the sheer sensory overload. Damien threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, the sudden move stealing my breath. I had a dizzying upside-down view of Jacob grabbing my discarded towel from the floor before they both started moving, their heavy, synchronized footsteps thudding on the stairs as they carried me back to my room.
Shit. This is really happening.
The thought was a panicked, exhilarated whisper in my mind. Then I was flying through the air again, landing with a soft bounce on my bed. I propped myself up on my elbows, my heart hammering against my ribs, to find them both standing over me. They loomed there at the foot of the bed, two towering figures silhouetted in the dim light from the hallway, their eyes gleaming with that same predatory glint that promised to fucking ruin me.
Well, fuck me.
My gaze dropped, and holy shit. I was eye level with the proof of exactly how much they wanted me. The fabric of their sweatpants was stretched taut, a blatant, fucking gorgeous display of their hard cocks, straining for release.
"So fucking sexy," Jacob whispered, his voice a low, reverent rumble that vibrated right through my core.
Damien just nodded, his throat working as he swallowed, his eyes burning a hole right through me.
Fuck, can this even work? Both of them? The thought was a frantic, panicked spark in my mind, but it was instantly extinguished.
Just then, Damien and Jacob shared one of those fucking looks, the kind that said more than words ever could. And then Damien, stepped back, sinking into the armchair beside the bed like a goddamn king preparing to watch a show. My gaze flew back to Jacob, and shit—he was in his boxers, a small foil packet in his hand, and a knowing, cocky-as-fuck smirk plastered on his face.
My eyes dropped, glued to the massive tent in his boxers. What kind of fucking monster of a dick was he containing in those things?
Noticing my expression, he smirked wider. "It's bigger than it looks," he said, his voice a low, arrogant taunt. "Right, brother?" he added, making my head whip to the side. Damien was just sitting there, watching, and gave a slow, deliberate nod.
When I looked back at Jacob, the boxers were the fuck gone. And holy fucking shit, he was not joking. It was bigger than it looked, bigger than the goddamn boxers, way fucking bigger than Harry or any other dick I'd ever dealt with before. A primal, terrified little part of my brain was screaming, but the rest of me was soaked.
I could fucking feel myself getting wetter, and the bastard seemed to sense it too, 'cause he quickly tore the condom packet open with his teeth and slid it on in one smooth, practiced motion.
Just as fucking quickly, he was on top of me, claiming my lips in a kiss that was... shit, passionate but surprisingly gentle, making me completely forget about Damien seated right there beside the goddamn bed. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more. His hand flew to my hip, pinning me, and the other went to my breast, squeezing gently before twisting my fucking nipple. I moaned right into his mouth, and he swallowed every single sound.
"I fucking love when you make those sounds," he mumbled against my lips, his voice a low, possessive rumble.
And then... holy shit. I felt it. The thick, hard heat of his dick rubbing against my soaking wet pussy. He let out a deep, guttural groan that made me wetter than I already fucking was, if that was even possible. He pulled his lips away, just an inch, looking me dead in the eye.
"Are you sure you're ready, doll?" he said, his voice low and deep. "Once I start, I won't stop."
Ready? I thought, my mind screaming. Fuck, I've been ready since I laid eyes on you. I just nodded, And that was all the permission he needed.
Slowly...he pushed inside my pussy. I moaned loudly, shameless sound, as he entered me inch by fucking inch, his eyes locked on mine, watching, making sure I wasn't in pain. Once he was fully inside, buried to the hilt, I let out a small whimper, and he groaned, a raw, strained sound.
"Fuck... so tight."
Then he started moving, faster and faster, groaning with every deep, goddamn gentle thrust, making me moan and whimper. He was hitting that spot, my G-spot, over and over and over again, making me moan and whimper so fucking loud. He took it as a signal to keep going, and began squeezing my breasts and twisting my nipples, making my senses go into complete fucking overdrive.
"Jacob," I moaned, his name a desperate plea on my lips.
"Shhh, baby... I got you," he groaned, his voice a raw, possessive thing as he continued his deep, punishing thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the goddamn edge. He panted, planting hot, wet kisses on my neck as I kept moaning right into his fucking ear, feeling myself so close, so impossibly close to an orgasm.
"Cum for me, doll," he groaned into my ear.
And with one final, deep thrust, an orgasm fucking hit me, a blinding, white-hot wave of pleasure that made me cry out, a sharp, broken sound.
"Fuck," he groaned, his body tensing before he came inside the condom.
He pulled out, tying it off and tossing it into a nearby bin with a practiced flick. He planted a soft, gentle kiss on my forehead, then stood up and walked... walked... over to the chair where Damien is seated.
Fuck.
I fucking forgot he was here. I was so completely lost in pleasure that I just... forgot. Jacob tapped him on the shoulder, like... like he was tagging him in.
That's when it hit me. Oh, god. He's gonna fuck me too.
This was a tag team. A fucking tag team. Literally.