Three Means 1

Dough(nuts)

       (A/N: Chapter is filled with adult content 18+ (sexual content). Read at your own discretion.)

Dulce let go of every ounce of resistance she had built within her. She was too weak to fight it and too unwilling to try. Her lips parted, granting Angelo's tongue access. The warmth of it danced against hers. Small, helpless moans threatened to escape, only to be swallowed by him as he deepened the kiss.

    Then she felt it: Pierre's tongue tracing its way to her core, a rush of tingles spiraling up her stomach. Breaking from the kiss, her breath unraveled as control slipped from her entirely. "Yes...that feels good." she moaned, pushing her hips forward, desperate for Pierre to continue.

    He responded to her plea with a low hum against her skin. The sound vibrated through her and pulled another moan from her throat. His hands steadied her hips, fingers digging just enough to keep her anchored, while Angelo's lips traced along her jaw. She reached blindly, her hand tangling into his hair as his lips went back to hers. It felt urgent, even hungry.

Pierre worked in rhythm below and waves of pleasure flooded her body.

    "Fuck..." she gasped between kisses, her voice trembling as heat spread from her core outward, tightening every nerve. her hips jerked forward, seeking more of him, needing more.

Angelo only deepened the kiss, swallowing every broken sound she made, as though he couldn't stand to let a single one escape.

   Pierre groaned in response, the sound vibrating directly against her heat. His grip on her hips tightened as his tongue circled, licked, and plunged, unstopping and hungry. Angelo's free hand found her breast, cupping and squeezing gently before rolling her nipple between his fingers through the thin fabric, causing another tremor from her lips.

"Don't stop," she begged, her fingers tangling in Angelo's hair as her body writhed under their touch. Angelo bit softly at her lower lip before dragging kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as Pierre's tongue quickened its rhythm, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breathing was changing and her entire body arching. The combination of Angelo's roaming hands and Pierre's insatiable mouth sent every thought flying , leaving only the primal need building inside her.

Pierre drew back for a moment, allowing the warmth of his breath to linger upon her damp skin. "You taste fucking exquisite," he murmured, his voice husky with longing, before returning with new hunger, his tongue moving with precision that compelled her to cry out once more into Angelo's eager mouth.

    "Please... I am so close..." she gasped, breaking the kiss to draw in air.

    Angelo's smirk brushed her cheek, his fingers daringly finding their way between her thighs to meet Pierre's tongue. The duality of their attentions sent shockwaves through her body, and her back arched instinctively, as a cry tore free.

    Pierre's hands secured her hips with firmness, guiding her through lots of sensations. Angelo's touch, alternately slow and insistent, heightened her until the coil inside her snapped suddenly, white heat rushing through every nerve as her thighs shook violently.

     She moaned, her head tilting back, body quivering as her climax tore through her. Pierre eased her through it, his tongue tracing gentle paths until the spasms decreased, and she fell forward into Angelo's arms, breathless and trembling.

    Her limbs still trembled, thighs threatening to close, as Pierre's devoted tongue continued its duties. "Fuu... I-" she gasped, voice breaking, hips seeking what her words could not yet articulate.

    But Angelo intervened, capturing her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his eyes. "Not yet," he whispered, with a smirk. "I wish to see you in another way."

    Pierre looked up, lips glistening, a knowing smile curving upon his features. "Turn her," he directed.

    Angelo helped her turn around on shaky legs, guiding her until she leaned forward against him for balance, his back now pressed to the counter. Pierre's hands closed firmly on her hips from behind, and with one slow, deliberate thrust, he slid inside her, forcing a startled cry from her lips.

    "Perfect," Angelo murmured against her cheek, kissing her jaw while one hand held her steady. Pierre set a deep, steady rhythm, each thrust rocking her into Angelo's chest. The counter beneath Angelo faintly creaking with every movement.Pierre groaning low as his pace stuttered before he sank deep and held there, forehead pressed to her back, while Angelo's lips traced her ear. "Good girl," he said softly, his touch gentle upon her cheek. Pierre pulled out slowly, both of the boys pausing, breathing hard in the warm hush of the kitchen.

    For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by their heavy breathing and the faint hum of the refrigerator.

Then Pierre chuckled breathlessly and reached for the box of doughnuts on the counter. "We have earned these," he declared, selecting one and savoring it before offering another to Dulce.

    Angelo swept her up in his arms with a bridal hold. He set her gently onto the counter, laying her back before leaning close, his hand cupping her cheek. "Open," he murmured, his voice soft but commanding.

    She complied, lips parting to taste the sugary sweetness while still recovering her composure. Angelo fed her slowly, brushing away stray crumbs with a gentle thumb, while Pierre leaned near, observing with a crooked grin before offering her a second bite from his own doughnut.

    Sugar mixed with the taste of them still on her lips. Their quiet laughter and the gentle attentions created a moment of intimacy that felt electric, as they remained together in the kitchen, sticky fingers and all.

    (A/N: I feel I should apologize for the intensity of these explicit chapters. This story is meant to be so much more than just smut, I promise. But to tell it the way it needs to be told, some scenes require sexual content.)