Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
But a quick, needy whimper from Brady has him relenting. “I need both of you. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
There’s no doubt that Brady has us both wrapped around his little finger, and neither of us cares.
I approach them and appreciate the gift left for me on the bed. More lube. A lot of lube.
I crawl onto the bed but only straddle Prescott’s good leg. Brady’s up high enough that he’s nowhere near Prescott’s cast, but it might not be possible for me as well. Which should make this whole thing interesting.
I squirt lube on my fingers and push Brady down with my free hand so he’s chest to chest with Prescott.
“Can you distract him with your mouth?” I ask Pres.
“Such a hardship,” he whispers.
Once they’re kissing, it’s as if Brady’s hips have a mind of their own, and he starts moving on top of Prescott again.
This is where it gets tricky. I grip the base of Prescott’s cock and hold my middle finger against his shaft. With Brady’s movements, he’s able to control the touch, the pressure, but more importantly, how ready he is for more.
It’s slow going to begin with, but as he keeps rocking back and forth, slowly but surely, my finger joins in on the action inside him.
And then a second.
“You’re doing amazingly,” I murmur. “So good.”
“Am I ready yet?” He sounds like he’s gritting his teeth and not letting it show how much it stings.
“Nowhere near ready. You want to change your mind?” I ask.
“Fuck no.” He’s so determined. “Prescott, can you jerk me? I need a bigger distraction.”
“Anything for you.” Prescott works his hand between their bodies.
With my free hand, I lift the lube and squeeze, holding it above where we’re connected. We encourage Brady to breathe and take our time. I’m pretty sure Prescott is thankful for the pace too.
Brady grunts. “I have to be getting close, right? I don’t care if it hurts. I want it.”
I run my hand up and down his back and let my fingers inside him sink deeper. “Soon. I want to do this right.”
We keep going. Brady keeps whining. We keep reassuring him that it’ll happen eventually.
And when I’m fairly confident I’ll be able to fit inside him without tearing his hole apart, I pull my fingers out of him.
“Thank fuck,” Brady says breathlessly.
“Keep focused on Prescott. On his lips.” I throw my leg over Prescott and make sure I don’t put any weight on him. “Feel his hard body underneath yours.”
I use more lube—so much lube—and then press the head of my dick at his hole. Prescott’s hard cock rubs the underside of mine, and as tempting as it is to slam inside Brady, to feel his hole pulse around mine and Prescott’s dick at the same time, I have to ask Brady one more time. “Are you sure you want this?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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Am I sure I want this? Is he kidding me?
Sure, my ass is stinging already, and my cock is valiantly fighting from having to wave the white flag, but this? This has been on my list of ultimate fantasies, and to be doing it with Kit and Prescott adds a whole other layer.
The thought of me being that full, my hole stretched and used to get them off … I don’t even care if I can’t come from it. I want it.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.” My voice is shaky, but I can’t help it.
Kit shifts behind me, and the head of his cock pushes inside me. The sensation is new, and different … slightly weird and hard to get used to.
But Prescott cups my face, forcing me to look at him. “Breathe.” His strong presence even in his weakened state has my body obeying before I have to consciously force myself to take in air. “You’ve got this.”
Kit sinks deeper.
There’s that high I wanted. The feeling of being so full that I doubt whether it’s possible to take any more, but I have to.
Because Prescott and Kit have promised to be mine, and I’m going to show them that I’m theirs.
They own me completely.
Wholly.
I’m willing to do whatever it takes for us to be together.
“I’m good,” I grit out. “Keep going. Please keep going.”
Kit tests out an experimental but weak thrust, and it doesn’t hurt. It stings a bit, but no more than regular one-on-one penetrative sex.
It must do something to Prescott, though, because he moans and throws his head back like he did earlier when I was riding him.
“This feels amazing,” he says. “Kit moving against me while I’m inside Brady’s heat.”
“Do it again,” I urge Kit. “I like it when Prescott makes that face.”
Prescott’s eyes are closed tight, his cheeks are flushed, and he bites his bottom lip as if that will help him hold back longer.
The thought of them unleashing inside me, of them taking me and worshiping my body … it drives me wilder than anything else we’ve done. But most of all, it’s the idea of them taking care of me afterward that makes my chest yearn.