Garrus Takes Control

Shepard’s breath hitched as Garrus’s hands tightened in her hair, his talons scraping lightly against her scalp. His grip was firm, commanding, and it sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned in close, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. “Let me watch you take him deep,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a wave of heat through her body. “Let me see that mouth of yours work its magic.”

She couldn’t suppress the low moan that escaped her lips as his words sank in, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes flicked up to Joker’s, locking onto his gaze as he stood before her, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. There was a mixture of surprise and hunger in his eyes, and it only fueled the fire burning inside her.

Garrus’s hands guided her head back toward Joker, his grip unyielding. “And while you do, I’m going to take you from behind,” he continued, his voice a husky growl that made her clench with need. “You’ll be full, stretched, and completely at our mercy.”

The words sent a jolt of electricity through her, her body responding before her mind could catch up. Her lips parted, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she leaned forward, her mouth closing around Joker once more. Her tongue swirled around him, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing a low groan from him. His fingers tangled in her hair, his grip tightening as she took him deeper, her lips tightening around him.

Behind her, she could feel Garrus moving, his presence a heavy, electrifying ****. His hands trailed down her back, his touch feather-light but charged with intent. She shivered as his claws grazed her skin, the sensation sending sparks through her nerves. Her hips involuntarily pushed back toward him, her body aching for his touch.

“That’s it,” Garrus murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Take him deeper. Let me see how much you can handle.”

She obeyed without hesitation, her lips sliding further down Joker’s length, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. A strangled groan escaped Joker’s lips, his grip on her hair tightening as his body tensed. “Fuck, Shepard…” he breathed, his voice strained and raw.

She could feel Garrus’s hands moving lower, his grip firm as he positioned himself behind her. Her breath hitched as she felt the press of him against her entrance, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and need. “Hold still,” he whispered, his voice a low, commanding rumble.

She did as she was told, her lips still wrapped around Joker, her focus split between the two men. Garrus’s hands gripped her hips, his hold steady as he pushed into her slowly, inch by inch. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling as she felt herself stretching to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that sent her head spinning.

“God, you’re tight,” Garrus growled, his voice strained with effort. “But I’ll make it fit.”

She moaned around Joker, her body instinctively arching back into Garrus’s thrusts. The sensation was maddening, the fullness of him inside her driving her closer to the edge. Her lips tightened around Joker, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate motions as she worked him, her rhythm matching Garrus’s movements behind her.

Joker’s breath came in ragged gasps, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her, his eyes dark with desire. “Shepard… I can’t…” he started, his voice breaking as he struggled to hold back.

Garrus’s thrusts grew harder, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he drove into her with increasing urgency. “Let her work, Joker,” he growled, his voice rough with command. “She’s taking both of us, and she’s not done yet.”

Shepard’s body burned with the intensity of it, the heat building inside her with every movement. Her moans muffled around Joker, her lips and tongue working him relentlessly as Garrus pounded into her from behind. The dual sensations threatened to overwhelm her, her body trembling with the effort to keep up.

“You’re doing so well, Shepard,” Garrus praised, his voice a low, throaty growl. “You’re taking us both so perfectly.”

Her response was a **** moan, her body arching back into his thrusts as she felt herself teetering on the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths, the wet, slapping noises of Garrus’s hips meeting her flesh, and the muffled sounds of Shepard’s mouth working Joker.

Joker’s body tensed, his grip on her hair tightening as he let out a low, guttural groan. “Shepard, I’m… I’m close…”

“Let go,” Garrus commanded, his voice rough but firm. “She can take it.”