Before the End (Beyond Series Ultimate Glom Edition)

by Kit Rocha

  They moved together. Not smooth or practiced, not like this was something they'd done before. Ace pulled too soon, urging her to roll to her back before Cruz released her chin, but it didn't ruin the moment.

  It made it hers.

  Cruz loomed over her, propped up on one elbow with the other hand cupping her cheek. And then he was kissing her, lips warm and a little rough, delicious as sin but still not enough to distract her when Ace's fingers slicked between her legs.

  She parted her thighs without thought, opening for him the moment one fingertip grazed her clit. It ricocheted through her like a shot, rocking her so hard that she was still shaking when he stroked her again, more firmly this time. She arched her hips, and he slid deeper, thrusting one finger inside her.

  He groaned against her stomach and pumped his finger, working it deep. "Christ, you're so damn tight. But you can take it, can't you?"

  Cruz moved his mouth to her throat, and she dragged in a ragged breath. "Anything you'll give me."

  "I know." His finger slipped away, returning as two. He worked them into her, rocking bit by bit as her muscles stretched, and his low, dirty laughter tickled across her abdomen. "But I've had Cruz's cock in my mouth. I know how big it is."

  "So do I." They weren't the only ones who had filthy words. "The one time I almost got him out of his pants, I had to use both hands to jerk him off."

  It was Cruz's turn to groan, and Ace bit her hip with a hum of approval before curling his fingers inside her. She jolted up at the caress, only to have Cruz press her gently back to the bed. He held her there, watching silently.

  It was too much exposure, falling apart at Ace's touch while Cruz held her gaze, but she couldn't look away. Not even when Ace increased his pace, plunging his fingers in and out as filthy encouragement tumbled from his lips. "That's it, angel. Squeeze that sweet pussy all hot and tight around me. Show me you can take one more."

  All bravado aside, she couldn't--and yet she knew she would. Nothing about being trapped between the two of them was safe, easy, but it was the only place she dreamed of being. She clenched around Ace's fingers and moaned when it heightened the sensation, contact so close and distinct she could feel his fingertips glide across her G-spot, bringing her hips off the bed.

  "Easy, sweetheart. Slow and easy." Cruz spread his fingers across her belly as he pushed her back down. His leg hooked over hers, urging it wide, holding her open. "Ace..."

  "On it."

  She didn't have time to wonder what it was. The bed dipped as Ace shifted positions, pushing her other leg even farther before settling his shoulders between her thighs. "Look at me, Rae."

  She tried to answer, but all that came out was a whimper that sounded like his name, far away and trembling. Lifting her head required too much coordination with her limbs trembling, but Cruz did it for her, sliding his other arm behind her neck so that he was cradling her, holding her in place, pinned, unable to look away--

  Ace met her gaze across the bare expanse of her body, and she could have fallen into his eyes. They were always dark, but now they were glazed with arousal, the black of his pupils threatening to swallow the brown irises. He moved slowly, stroking his thumbs over her pussy lips before using the pads to spread her wide.

  "I've been waiting forever for this," he whispered, his mouth so close she felt every word as a puff of air over her too-sensitive clit.

  Her hips jerked again, and this time the scratch of stubble over her inner thigh shuddered through her. She was still stumbling over the sensation, struggling to make sense of how such a tiny thing could shake her so thoroughly, when he lowered his mouth and his tongue touched her.

  Slow at first, just the wet tug as he teased his tongue all the way up to just shy of her clit before retreating. She tried to chase his mouth, and he did it again, slower, taking his time to explore, to torment.

  Cruz rubbed his fingers in soothing circles across her abdomen without lifting the unyielding pressure of his palm holding her in place. "I could watch him lick your pussy all night."

  And he would. The words were a promise that, at some point, he would hold her just like this--captive to the sinuous lash of Ace's tongue, not letting go until she screamed. Tense anticipation curled even more tightly inside her, not only at the prospect of such unrelenting pleasure, but at the thought that Cruz wanted it so badly.

  "But not tonight," she murmured, sliding her hands into his hair.

  "Not tonight," he agreed. "Tonight, we're both going to be in you."

  A pulse of pleasure flashed through her, jagged and bright, rebounding when Ace closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. She cried out, and he groaned his approval and worked his fingers back into her.

  Three fingers.

  She couldn't stay still, even with the firm, commanding pressure of Cruz's hand on her belly. She thrashed, and he shifted over her, pressing her into the bed under the weight of his body. Being pinned down sparked an even more primitive response, a satisfaction that crashed into arousal and sent her into a free fall of pleasure.

  She came with a louder cry, a scream that spurred Ace to rock his fingers deeper. So wide, stretching her until the first lick of pain sizzled through her release, turning it hot and heavy. "Good girl. Good, sweet girl, taking everything we give you."

  "Please." It was all she could do not to sob. "Please."

  But Ace's fingers didn't relent, and then the large hand on her abdomen shifted down until the calloused tips of Cruz's broad fingers rasped over her clit.

  Blood roared in her ears, her pulse galloping like the trains that used to run beneath the city. Their passing would shake the lamps and rattle the silverware, vibrate up through the floor to tickle her feet. This wave built inside her, its force spinning tighter and higher until the pressure exploded, shattering her in one perfect moment of bliss.

  It lingered, hazy and warm, until their kisses cleared it--Cruz's on her shoulder and Ace's on her forehead--two sets of warm lips dropping lazy caresses over her skin.

  She reached out as Ace's mouth descended on hers, winding one arm around his neck. Cruz slid closer, his hot skin flush against her side, and she twined her fingers with his, as well. Anchored by the two of them, just like before, but in a quieter, gentler way.

  He rested their joined hands on Ace's side. "Don't be so greedy, Ace."

  Ace bit Rachel's lower lip. "Who wouldn't be? She's perfect."

  "Hungry," she countered, rubbing her bare legs against his. It made no sense. She should have been exhausted, spent, but she craved her next taste of him already.

  Of both of them.

  She tilted her face to Cruz's and nuzzled his jaw, drawing a growl before he found her mouth. His kiss was different--deeper, more demanding. He groaned against her lips as he reached down to curl his hand around the back of her thigh.

  One tug and she was facing him, her leg draped over his. "You've been waiting for Ace for a long time, haven't you, sweetheart?"

  Her answer didn't matter, because they all knew the truth. She felt it in the way Cruz watched her--and in the way Ace's breathing quickened as he positioned his cock. No more teasing, no hesitation, just the broad head pressing into her as Cruz held her open for him.

  As wet and ready as she was, it still hurt a little, just enough of a stretch to awaken nerve endings that tingled in anticipation of more. "Oh, God."

  "I know, angel." Ace withdrew a couple of inches before thrusting forward, driving deeper with a choked snarl. "Christ, you're still so fucking tight."

  The edge of pain faded under a sudden throb of pleasure so sharp it stole her breath. She reached for Cruz to steady herself, bracing her hands on his chest, but that didn't keep her hips from grinding against his when Ace thrust again.

  For a moment they were frozen there, tangled together, panting, Ace so deep it curled her toes and Cruz's thick shaft a tormenting pressure against her clit.

  Cruz hissed, sliding his hand to grip her ass, holding her there with no escape.
"Fuck her just like this," he rumbled, low and rough, clearly expecting Ace to obey.

  And he did, driving her against Cruz's erection over and over, until the man's shaft was slick, and every hard rock turned into a glide that sizzled through her. Ace turned her face with a rough hand on her chin and caught her gaze.

  "Watch me." He rocked harder, and they all moaned as the movement ground her hips against Cruz's. "I need to see this. You. Coming around my cock. Finally."

  "Ace." Her voice was so damn dizzy. "I need you."

  "You have me, angel." His face was so close, but he didn't cover the distance and kiss her. He watched her as if she was the only thing he wanted to see, the only thing he could ever need. "You'll always have me."

  The tension swirling through her wound tighter, and she curled her fingers, digging her nails into Cruz's skin. It would be so easy to believe Ace's words--with that look in his eyes, that intensity, how could she doubt him?

  No, there was nothing false between them right now, no lies and no hiding. She drew in a shaky breath and released it with a near-sob. Her limbs were trembling, every nerve ending in her body on a collision course with orgasm--and she couldn't look away from those eyes.

  Not until he used the hand on her chin to turn her face again, and Cruz was watching her, too, the affection he'd always given her so easily tinged with a darker edge, one echoed by the bite of his fingers digging into her skin. "You've got both of us," Ace rasped in her ear. "No holding back."

  No, none, not even if she wanted to. The tension shattered, and Rachel bucked between them. Every movement swept away all sensation, replaced it with something hotter, sweeter, until she was sure she'd die if it got any better.

  And then it did.

  Ace groaned and dropped his hand to her shoulder, pinning her upper body to his chest. He slammed into her again and again, rough and fast and out of control until he came with a hoarse snarl.

  Ace had always talked about how good he was, teasing jokes that turned out to be nothing but the truth. As he moved, she tried to ask him if he was ever wrong about anything, but all that came out was a broken plea, one that Cruz answered by rolling her over and pulling her up to her knees.

  He stroked a soothing hand up her spine, urging her to relax her upper body on the blankets. "You still with us, sweetheart?"

  She turned her cheek to the bed and grasped the covers in her fists. "No."

  Ace's hand joined Cruz's on her back, warm and strong but different, and not just because every inch of her skin was hypersensitive. Cruz's fingers were broad and rough--both in texture and the way he touched her, hands shaking, fingertips digging in too hard. He was anxious and needy, still too hungry for the lazy path Ace traced along her side and across her belly.

  But he didn't stray lower. He lingered there, circling her belly button over and over as anticipation drew tight within her again. "Tell him to let go," Ace whispered. "You're the only one who can."

  The idea of Cruz surrendering his self-control, even for a heartbeat, was unfathomable. But the possibilities, holy shit. Her elbows gave way, and her upper body sank fully to the bed. "Cruz?"

  "Ace sent you flying. I want you back on the ground before I fuck you the first time." He rocked his hips, and the tip of his dick slicked between her folds, tauntingly close and not nearly enough. "I want you to feel how empty you are before I fill you. I want..."

  The words trailed off, and she shivered. "Tell me."

  He did, low and harsh, as if he hated himself for admitting it. "I want to fuck you so hard you feel me for days."

  Another wave of lust tempered by tenderness washed through her, and she looked back at him. "Then do it. Don't let me forget."

  And maybe that permission was all he needed, because he took his cock in hand and guided himself into her. He was big, so wide he only made it a couple of maddening inches before stilling with a groan. "Fuck."

  Again, the pain seethed with an irresistible promise of mind-blowing pleasure. "Don't stop." Rachel bit her lower lip, but a whimper escaped.

  Ace smiled and cupped her cheek, freeing her lower lip from the sting of her teeth with his thumb. "You want it, don't you, angel? That beautiful damn cock. I know it's big, but you can take it, can't you?"

  "Y-yes--" Rachel panted. Then Cruz pushed deeper, and her answer melted into a moan.

  "That's it," Ace soothed, his voice low and warm. His words spun around her as Cruz worked into her body, both of them forcing her to feel everything. "Next time we'll suck him off together, and I'll show you how to take him all the way. I love a good face-fucking, but that bastard'll blow in five seconds if you get on your knees and part these pretty lips for him."

  The mental picture may as well have been contact, a lick or a pet that had her clenching in response. She opened her mouth but lost whatever she was going to say when Cruz growled and surged forward, dragging her hips back at the same time to turn a short thrust into all-out warfare against her senses.

  It was possession, no less than Ace's hand in her hair or his demanding words, and it tore away the last of her protective walls. Cruz claimed her, branded her inside and out, not only with his body invading hers, but with the fine tremor in his hands. The rough rasp of his breath. The way he clutched her closer, grinding against her.

  How was she supposed to survive this?

  As if he'd heard the thought, Cruz growled again, hauling her hips up so his next thrust went even deeper. "Your fingers," he snapped at Ace. "Let her lick them."

  Ace lifted two fingers to her mouth. She parted her lips and drew her tongue over his fingertips, gratified to see her own lightheaded astonishment reflected in Ace's captivated expression. He kept poking at Cruz, demanding the man unleash his darkest desires, and he couldn't handle them any more than she could.

  Nothing had prepared them for what they'd get when Cruz let go.

  Cruz freed one hand from her hip and ran it up her back to curl in her hair, and she was shivering even before he tightened his grip and pulled her head back. "Now rub her clit, and don't stop until I do, I don't care how many times she comes."

  Sucking in a breath, Ace reached beneath her. The wet tip of his middle finger slid between her pussy lips and circled her clit as Cruz thrust into her again, harder than before, hard enough to drive her several inches across the bed, and somehow, Ace knew to follow.

  She wrapped her fingers around Ace's forearm, relishing the play of muscle as he worked her. The now-familiar heat flared to life, and Rachel threw back her head with a cry that turned into words. She was trapped between them again, only this time she didn't fight it, she embraced it.

  She begged.

  And they gave her everything she asked for. More, deeper, harder, and when Cruz's cock bumped across her G-spot and drove a cry from her lips, he answered her plea--right there--and fucked over the spot again and again, rough and relentless and growling encouragement as Ace's fingers stroked and teased.

  She came with another scream. It didn't stop, one shudder after another, until she was hoarse from crying out, but Cruz didn't follow her over the edge. He pumped his hips in shallow strokes while she shivered and panted for breath, and just when she thought she'd found purchase on the world, he shattered her reality with a deep thrust--the hardest yet--and the startling, terrifying truth crashed into her.

  This wild ride, all the passion and hunger, and he was still holding back.

  "Fuck!" Her free hand clenched in the bedspread, then slipped, ripping the fabric.

  He hauled her back into his next thrust with a grunt. The sound wasn't enough to drown out the slap of skin against skin, their bodies colliding in every way possible as Ace pressed his forehead to hers. His fingers were still moving, faster now, three of them working her clit as he groaned. "Now he's just showing off, isn't he? Does it feel as good as it looks?"

  Answering meant words, and words meant thinking. Rachel couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Everything felt tight, hot, like she didn't fit in her own skin
anymore. Like she was dying, and she never, ever wanted it to stop.

  Then Cruz reached down and pressed Ace's fingers hard against her clit. The slippery friction vanished, replaced by a low, deep throb that shattered through her in prickles of light and heat.

  The world was on fire, and so was she.

  She shuddered, screamed, clutched at every bit of both of them she could reach, until a tortured noise rolled out of Cruz. He rode out his final jerky thrusts before collapsing, one hand braced above her head to keep the bulk of his weight off her. "Holy hell."

  Every shift in position rubbed against nerve endings that were already overloaded. Rachel whimpered and wiggled onto her side, wrapping one arm around his. He settled behind her with a sigh, leaving them in a sprawl of tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin, with her at the heart of it.

  Her breathing began to slow, but Ace was still panting. She opened her eyes and allowed herself the luxury of a long, lazy appraisal of his bare skin--damp hair, broad chest, the muscled planes of his stomach--

  And his prominent erection.

  "You're fucking kidding me." Christ, with all the screaming, she sounded like she'd smoked two dozen cigarettes and downed a fifth of rough moonshine. "Again?"

  Cruz's chest rumbled against her back as his laughter tickled her neck. "Christ, Santana. You horny bastard."

  Ace grinned. "What, was I supposed to yawn while you fucked her cross-eyed and made her come all over my fingers?"

  This was what elation felt like, warm and light, like it could carry her right off the bed--if she ever wanted to leave it. "Horny bastard's right." She snuggled closer and licked a line of ink running between Ace's collarbone and his nipple. "Or dirty bitch. No--filthy motherfucker."

  "Talking like that's not going to make me any less hard," Ace murmured, lifting a hand to weave lightly through her hair. "Neither's licking me."

  Cruz leaned over, and Rachel heard the drawer on his bedside table slide open. "Oh, I don't know," she drawled, buying him some time. "What if I bit you instead?"