How would they punish her while she was on her back? Then Jardin grabbed her legs, pushing them back against her chest. Her knees were bent, her ass on display.
Oh, hell no.
She wrenched her mouth away from Carrick’s. Although that wasn’t easy.
“Jardin, you can’t!”
“What? I can’t spank you? I think you’ll find I can. What were we up to? Fifteen?”
“Sounds right,” Carrick agreed.
“Not like this!” Jardin was already staring down at her ass, his gaze greedy.
“Why not?” Jardin asked.
“Because . . . because you can see everything!”
“But I want to see everything. No part of you should be hidden from us, should be forbidden to us. Understand? Carrick, take her legs so I can explore.”
Her face went so red she probably looked like a tomato as Carrick wrapped one arm under her knees, pressing them to her chest while Jardin lay on the bed and kissed his way along her ass. He ran a finger down her slit between the two cheeks, pressing the tip inside her asshole.
“Now, this is very, very pretty.” He sat up and she breathed a sigh of relief. But he simply stood and turned to the bedside drawer and rummaged inside it, pulling out a small bottle of lube and an anal plug still in its packaging.
“What . . . how . . . why is there lube and an anal plug in the bedside drawer?” she asked.
“Because my cousins are assholes. They’re always sticking crap in these drawers. I’m the only one who ever stays in this room. I’ve found ben-wa balls, anal beads, cock rings, even a strap-on once.”
She gaped at him, but he grinned at her. “Can’t say I’m upset about it now. Have you ever had anal sex, Thea?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Did you like it?” Carrick asked.
She nodded again.
“That’s good,” Jardin said with satisfaction as he unwrapped the plug and coated it in lube. “We’ll stretch you a bit first though, before we both take you.”
Holy. Shit.
Her heart went into overdrive imagining one of them in her ass, the other in her pussy.
“Our girl likes that idea,” Carrick murmured.
“She’ll have to wait, though. Because we won’t risk harming her.”
“Damn straight,” Carrick agreed as Jardin got back on the bed, kneeling in front of her bottom. He ran a wet finger between her butt cheeks before pressing it slowly into her asshole.
She groaned, clenched around him.
“Uh-uh, no tightening,” he scolded. “I want you to stay nice and relaxed or I’m going to go downstairs and find a nice piece of ginger to plug you with instead.” He wouldn’t dare.
Except she knew he would. So, she forced herself to relax, which was really fucking difficult with how damn good it felt to have his finger in her ass as he drove his finger in and out of her. Then he added another finger. She breathed through the burn, her breath coming in sharp pants, especially when Carrick leaned down to play with her nipple. He licked it, sucked, bit down lightly.
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
Then Jardin drew his fingers out and she groaned. But the plug soon replaced his fingers. She writhed on the bed as he pushed it deeply. It was too much. She needed more. She needed them to touch her, take her.
“Please, please, please,” she begged once it was pushed in all the way.