Due Date

Okay, so there were two people in this situation—twice as much of the sexy and twice as much mutual trust and respect.

The night couldn’t be going better, and I did not want to stop.

In the time it took for Ryan to open the packet and unfurl the rubber over his rod, I’d decided he should bring it on. They both should. Banish my virginity to a far distant memory.

While I was busy debating my internal demons, I hadn’t noticed Sam’s further preparations, not until the sensation of his fingers pressing cool liquid flat against my hot, ready-for-man entrance.

“I got you nice and wet for Ryan. You’re wet anyway, but Ry’s a big boy and you’re tiny. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“Especially before you take your turn, hey bro?”

“There is that to consider.”

The twins were all flavors of considerate, and I couldn’t put myself in better hands.

Ryan eased his substantial length into me incredibly slowly. It stung for a second, but he applied his fingers to my clit, which totally distracted my attention from the burn and made me focus on the pleasure.

And my God, what pleasure.

When he filled me completely, I felt entirely consumed, inside and out. He withdrew some of the way, and then pushed back in using a little more speed and force than he had the first time.

For a time that I couldn’t begin to measure, he executed controlled thrusts that simply took me to new places. I wanted more.

And he gave me more without waiting for me to ask. He could either read it on my face or sense it where our bodies were joined or something.

Because just when I needed him to, he thrust harder and faster into me, and my body responded by jerking up to meet him until everything overwhelmed me and I retreated into some inner space that was only the sensation of pure pleasure.

Ecstasy.

As my mind returned to my body, I found it bathed in sweat and held close by Ryan..

“Get off her, man. You look like you’re gonna squash her.”

Ryan kissed my cheek, mumbled something under his breath, and backed away allowing cold air to fill the empty space.

I looked at Sam, who held a condom up and had a questioning grin on his face.

I exhaled a breathy, “Yes,” and I watched him rip open the packet and roll it down his eager cock.

“Climb aboard, Gray,” he said.

For a moment, the request stumped me. Did he expect me to get on top of him? To lower my private place over his huge...? Well, yes, I guess he did. And why not? It was a perfectly reasonable request, even if I’d never done it before.

So pushing at the far boundaries of my comfort zone, I did as he requested. He moved into the center of the bed and held his cock ready for me. It made a fine impression, but I didn’t stare at him for too long.

I straddled him and eased myself down to encompass his eager erection.

“Come closer to me,” Sam said, his voice low and laced with sexual arousal. “I want to watch your tits bounce around my face when I come.”

And as I moved toward him and reduced the angle from the full ninety degrees, I found everything down there felt better, and my body automatically knew how to move, ride, and thrust.

“That’s it. Real good,” he moaned as we got a rhythm going. “Do you want me to touch your clit, Gray, or are you gonna rub it against me?”

What? How would I know what I wanted?

He must have figured I had some more experience than I actually had.

“That tight cunt feels real fucking good,” he moaned, so I was doing something right by chance. “Fuck me, girl.”

Sam’s hands on my breasts and the dirty words that fell from his mouth also helped bring me back to the peak of ecstasy. And it wasn’t long before I threw my head back and recited his name, completely forgetting Ryan was watching.

Ryan apparently approved of the show, because he was eager to look after me some more, once Sam and I were done.

CHAPTER SEVEN

RYAN BAKER

The morning after the night before quickly turns into afternoon.

Sam only just began making our breakfast protein shakes at nearer lunchtime than breakfast—it was his turn.

Usually, these would be after the morning workout, or jog, or whatever else, but this was an exception—a special occasion. We’d exerted ourselves sufficiently the night before to kick back and enjoy a concoction of bananas, red berries, and cookies and cream flavored protein powder without doing any morning exercise at all.

Ryan and I had slept in. It was a nice treat, but damn it would have been nicer with Grace sandwiched between us. After all, Sam’s new bed was plenty big enough. If we’d gotten another round in before breakfast, that would have been the super-sweet frosting.