Cyrus (The Henchmen MC 9)

There were two things I knew.

One, I had never let anyone play with my ass.

And two, so many women swore it was a life-changing experience.

Being that I trusted Cy and he had already exposed me to things I hadn't been sure I would be into, I was going to let myself see if it was one of those experiences for me as well.

Seeming to sense my acquiescence, his finger pressed fully inside, the sensation strange, but somehow wholly welcome at the same time.

All his fingers stayed still inside me as he worked my clit for a long couple of minutes, making the pressure build, creating the deep, primal need for his fingers to move.

His head angled up, his tongue still out and working my clit, as his fingers in my sex and ass started thrusting lazily.

And, yeah, that was pretty much all I needed to know that those ladies were right. It was life-changing. The desire became stronger, more intense, the triple-zone contact making my brain seem to completely shut off as my body just took over, just accepted, just begged for more, begged for it all.

"Good?" he asked, releasing my clit to watch me.

"Y...yeah," I gasped, thighs shaking, body needing release more than ever before.

"Mmm," he mumbled, taking his feet as he started thrusting harder, faster, as his lips met the skin of my neck. "You gonna let me fuck your ass, baby? Think of how much better my cock would feel."

Even as he said the words, my sex tightened hard around him, showing him just how much I did, in fact, want that.

"I'm gonna need the words," he declared as I just kept trying to find my breath.

"Yes," I gasped, face falling into his neck as his fingers got more and more insistent.

His other arm went around my lower back, turning me, and mostly-lifting me off my feet as he walked us back toward the kitchen, pressing me back against the island as his arm released me to dig through the bags.

"Went to more than the food store," he declared as he produced a box of condoms and a clear bottle of lube.

I had never used lube before, never having had the, ah, need for it. It sounded decidedly unsexy, but that being said, the need inside for release was becoming almost painful, so my hands were reaching out for the waistband of his pants, undoing the button and zip to free his cock, stroking the hard, hot length for a moment until he pulled away. I lost his fingers too as he nipped the edge of a condom and rolled it on.

"Turn for me, Ree," he demanded softly.

I had to press my thighs together as I did to stem the desire. But then Cy was pressing my upper body flat against the island

"Nice fucking view, baby," he said softly as I heard a cap pop, then felt cool liquid pour where he needed it, the sensation foreign, yet somehow unexpectedly erotic at the same time as I felt his cock press against, then penetrate my pussy, making me let out a groan, having been sure I wasn't going to get that.

As soon as he was buried to the hilt, I could feel his finger working the lube around then into me as his finger penetrated again, working in circles as he started fucking me, fast but gentle, just trying to drive me up to oblivion.

My hands were spread to the sides of the counter, holding on as he drove me right to the edge before pulling out his cock and finger, as I felt his cock drifting upward, pressing against me, feeling impossibly big.

"Breathe, bunny," he demanded as I felt him start to apply pressure.

I sucked in air, my chest a little shaky.

And as soon as I did, he started to press inside me.

There was a pinch, a sensation of discomfort at first, that seemed to drift as soon as it started, a feeling that somehow had me getting even wetter, seeming to enjoy the invasion, the reality of him being the first, of him filling me somewhere no one else ever had before.

"Ree?" Cy's voice called, sounding winded, strained. "Hey," he said when I couldn't seem to muster a response still, too overwhelmed with the newness, with the realization of how good it felt. His arm slid under my breasts, pulling me backward against his chest, making his cock shift slightly. A moan escaped me as my head fell back on his shoulder. "Scared me," he admitted, turning his head to kiss my cheek. "Feels good?" he asked, hand sinking into my hip.

"Yeah," I whimpered, thighs aching I was pressing them together so hard.

"Want more?" he asked, one hand drifting down my belly to start working my clit.

More.

All.

I wanted whatever he could give me.

A nod was all I could manage.