6
Seeing what can only be a butt plug in Ranger’s open palm makes my breath catch—and not in a good way. He notices where my attention lands, grinning at my apprehension. “Ever used one of these before?”
“No,” I admit with my heart in my throat.
“This will be fun.” He exchanges a grin with Arden before nodding toward the sofa. “Lean over it. Place your knees against the edges of the cushions and spread your legs.”
When I hesitate, Arden barks, “Now.”
That gets me moving. I scurry over and place my hands against the back of the sofa while spreading my legs, crouching a little, so my knees hit the edges of the cushions like Ranger said. “Don’t keep us waiting again.” Arden punctuates this with a slap against my ass. I grit my teeth to stay quiet. I don’t know why, but for some reason, it’s important for me to show strength. There’s still part of me that doesn’t want to give in fully.
And that’s a mistake because it earns me a sharper slap on the other side. This time, I can’t help but squeal in pain, tears rising to my eyes. “Oh, are you going to cry now?” He leans over from behind, taking me by the jaw and pulling my head back until our eyes meet. “Is the little slut going to cry?”
“Answer him,” Ranger instructs.
“No. I’m not.” I blink back the tears, willing myself to pull it together. He snickers like I said something funny before letting go.
The unmistakable sound of something squirting out of a bottle rings in my ears. “Let’s get you ready first.” Something cool hits my ass crack, and I flinch, pulling my hips forward. One of them takes me by the hips and yanks them back instead, spreading my ass cheeks and rubbing what I guess is lube between them.
A thumb circles my asshole, and I moan softly. “You think that feels nice? Just wait.” It’s Arden’s voice—and Arden’s thumb which breaches the entrance and begins working its way inside me.
Surprise mixes with apprehension mixes with pleasure as nerve endings jump and sizzle. This is completely new, and I don’t know how to handle it. The pressure, the mix of discomfort and the beginnings of sweet pleasure.
“Relax,” Ranger murmurs, for a second sounding more like the real person behind whoever he is right now. “Breathe.”
I do, and the pleasure deepens as Arden works more of his thumb inside me. “It’s gonna feel so good, taking this ass,” he whispers.
I’m still not sure if I’m a fan of that idea, but right now, I hope he never stops.
“All right. Here we go.” At least he warns me before withdrawing his thumb and replacing it with something cold and hard and metal. “Relax.”
Easy for him to say. I close my eyes and will myself to loosen up back there since all I want to do is clench up, and something tells me that would only make it hurt. The toy slides in, and I press my lips together against a moan of mixed discomfort and pleasure. It’s so wrong, but I can’t help it. It feels so good, too.
“How’s that?” Ranger rotates it until I moan. “Feel good?”
“Answer him,” Arden warns, circling the couch to stand in front of me.
“Yes,” I whisper. I’m too embarrassed to look him in the eye, so I fix my gaze on his chest, staring at the intricate ink marking it.
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” Again, he takes my jaw in his hand and forces me to look up. “Now. Does that feel good? Tell him.”
“Yes,” I repeat, a little louder this time.
“What’s that tone I hear in your voice?” His hand tightens until he’s almost squeezing my throat. “Do we need to correct this attitude?”
“No, please.”
“Because we’ve been very generous to you so far. We allowed you to come earlier when we could have stopped you.” With his other hand, he reaches down to play with my nipples, pinching them until I suck in a pained gasp through my teeth. “Maybe we won’t be so nice this time.”
Ranger steps up close behind me until he’s pressed against my ass with his dick between my thighs. He drags it across my slit, and I can’t help but push back against him a little. “Eager little slut.” I don’t know if he thinks that’s a good thing or not.
“You think you’re ready for this?” I barely have time to figure out what’s happening before he pushes into me, filling me like I’ve never felt before. I have to grit my teeth against the first moment of discomfort, but it passes quickly.
Arden holds my head in place while taking himself out of his shorts. He’s hard again, and he digs his fingers into my cheeks to part my lips before plunging deep.
I can’t keep track of everything I’m feeling. The friction from Ranger’s dick buried deep in my pussy. The way he bumps against the flared base of the butt plug every time he drives himself into me. The sense of fullness, like I’m about to explode. Arden using me roughly, taking my head in both hands and fucking my face mercilessly until spit runs down my chin, and I gag on him. But he won’t stop, thrusting harder, laughing at my distress.
Ranger digs his fingers into my hips and pulls back with every thrust, doubling the thrill that races through me every time our bodies crash together. I move back and forth, serving both of them at once while my body hangs in a suspended state of overload.