You quickly find yourself naked in bed. You are on Simon's lap, your back pressed against his chest as he holds your legs spread wide, and Johnny between your legs with his cock buried deep in your pussy. He's not as long as Simon but he's certainly thicker. The stretch burns a little bit at first, but being pressed between the both of them makes up for it.

Simon's hands roam your body, his touch surprisingly gentle considering his size and strength. His fingers brush over your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. "Breathe, love," he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and reassuring.

Johnny's pace is steady, his eyes locked on yours as he moves inside you. There's something intense in his gaze, something beyond just physical pleasure. "Feels like ye were made for this, lass," he groans, his Scottish accent thickening with desire.

You can feel Simon's hardness pressing against your back, evidence of his arousal despite the situation. This wasn't how any of you planned things to go, but as Johnny's thrusts become deeper and Simon's hands more insistent, you can't bring yourself to care about the original plan anymore.