"I want you to be in control," Hunter says, trailing his hand over my hip and thigh. "I think you should be, the first time."
Harley reaches over to stroke over my breasts. "Come sit in my lap," he says softly. "You get to set the pace."
Oh God. I know they're trying to be thoughtful. Maybe they're worried about going too hard and hurting me. Maybe they've experienced that in the past, and this is what they do to prevent it. But this isn't making anything easier for me. I'm not knowledgeable about sex. I've had limited experience with Justin, who liked everything a certain way, and I just went along with it. They're asking me to get up on Harley's lap, fully naked, and do all the work. I just don't know if I can do it.
But I have to. I want to know what it's like to be with these men in the way they desire. I want to push my boundaries and feel what Danna experienced that has kept her happy with ten men. I scramble to my knees, watching with wide eyes as Harley uses his big hand to stroke his cock. He's watching me, his eyes caressing my body languidly. As I get closer, he tugs my right leg over him, so I'm straddling his thighs. There's so much of him, and I'm not a tall girl, so my hips ache with the stretch.
"That's it," Hunter says. He kneels behind me, his hands stroking my curves, his mouth moving down the bumps of my spine. "Take his cock… stroke your pussy with it."
I do as he asks. The first touch of Harley's cock is like fire against my palm, and I'm not sure how it can be so hard and so smooth at the same time. He's slick across the tip, and the idea that I'm sliding his wetness into mine is so hot that I shiver. I push my hips forward, probing myself, stroking the round head of his cock over my clit, through my labia, and to my entrance. Oh God, he feels so big.
Hunter's hand comes around me, sliding over my belly, his finger finding my clit. He strokes slowly, mesmerizingly, as I lower myself down onto Harley, and it's as though his finger has the power to help me stretch, to take his brother deeper and deeper.
Harley's eyes are closed, a deep furrow between his brow as I settle onto his lap, all the time, Hunter's finger is stroking and stroking and stroking. "That's it, Maggie. Ride him," he whispers against my ear.
Harley's hands grip the headboard behind him, his triceps bulging with the effort of restraint. His whole gorgeous chest is stretched out before me, pectorals tensed, abdominals rippling. I rest my hand there, wanting to feel his muscles, needing to ground myself. Hunter's hands grip my hips. "Move slowly," he says, and I let my body rock in the motion he's suggesting, grinding back and forth. It's hard to move because I'm so stuffed, but with each sway, my clit grinds against Harley.
Once Hunter is sure I'm happy with the rhythm, he moves his hands to cup my breasts from behind. "You're beautiful," he says, breath gusting over my ear as he tugs on my nipples. "Look at my brother. Look at what you're doing to him."
And I do. I can't take my eyes off Harley. His expression is a crazy mixture of pleasure and pain, his whole body taut. I wonder if he's holding himself that way so that he doesn't move. The idea of him fucking into me from beneath is so hot, but maybe he's worried about going too deep. As it is, I can moderate how far I slide down his length. It's definitely not all the way to the bottom.
I keep undulating, throwing my head back as the crazy link between my nipples and clit is ignited. "That's it," Hunter growls. "That's it. You're going to make him come."
And I feel it deep inside me. The swelling of Harley's cock as he gets closer. Hunter's fingers slide down my spine, making me shudder until they rest over my taint. I want to wriggle away, to tell him that it's too naughty, too forbidden to touch me there, but I'm too overwhelmed with sensation. As he strokes and strokes, I jerk, my pussy clamping down on Harley as I come and come and come. And he does, too, pulsating inside me, gripping the headboard so hard it looks like he could splinter the wood.
"Oh!" I shout, back arching until I'm resting against Hunter. His lips find my extended throat, suckling the soft skin there. "You did it, baby," he says softly. "You did so good."
I'm too boneless to move, but Hunter's ready for his turn. As though I weigh nothing, he eases me off Harley's cock and turns me, so I'm straddling his lap. His knees are still bent, so I'm higher this time, and he's upright so as he aligns me with his cock and pushes into my slick pussy, I'm pressed tightly against his body. Rubbing my nose with his, he smiles. There had been a little frisson of fear in my heart that Hunter would be rough with me. He's so controlling, so demanding, that it would have fit his MO, but he's not. His smile is warm, and when he leans in to inhale against my neck, all I feel is an overwhelming sense of bonding with this man. I'm his mate and there for him to possess in the most primal way.