I frowned.
“Time to fuck.”
This hadn’t been fucking before? I licked my lips, nodded. I set my hands on his shoulders as he gripped my hips, then really began to fuck me.
Deep thrusts that had him bottoming out, had my nipples rubbing against his chest.
Mac easily worked a finger into my ass and began to fuck me with it, too. He was careful, but I couldn’t think about much of what he was doing, only feel.
Them. How they made me feel. Pleasure that made my mind go blank. The sound of flesh slapping, the groans and gasps that escaped us.
When Mac slipped a second finger into me, I arched my back. Moaned. It burned but felt incredible. I was so full.
Hardin sucked on a nipple to add to the sensations.
They had been holding back. This was wild and dark, completely naughty. Mac began to talk then. Dirty talk, which only made me get wetter, and I could hear it.
“I’m getting my dick in here, sweetheart. Soon. Hardin’s going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget your name. Then I’m going to flip you onto your stomach and fuck you some more.”
“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted everything he said, everything he was giving me now. And then some. “Mac. I need more than your fingers.”
Those fingers stilled, then slowly pulled out. “All right, we’ll get you there another time.”
I shook my head, and Hardin stilled deep inside me.
“No, I mean, I… I want you to fuck me there instead. Your dick, not your fingers.”
Hardin grunted, then began to move again.
“When we’ve got you prepared.”
“I’m prepared,” I replied. Looking over my shoulder, I took in Mac, kneeling on the bed, naked, those gorgeous tattoos rippling with the tension of his muscles. His dick pointed thick and long at me from between his thighs.
I remembered the first time I saw it in the ER. Imagined it not fitting in my pussy. I knew it would, now, and craved it somewhere else.
“Fuck my ass. Now. With Hardin in me, too. It’s what you want. What I need.”
I had no idea if it was really what I needed, but my body wanted it. I needed the connection with both of them. Together.
Mac glanced at Hardin. Something unsaid passed between them, and then all of a sudden they moved.
Mac hopped from the bed, Hardin shifted so we were in the exact same position but sideways on the bed, his knees bent, feet on the floor.
I looked over my shoulder as Mac stepped between Hardin’s spread legs. He was dripping more lube onto his cock and rubbing it all over with his hand until it glistened and was fully covered.
His hand went to my ass again, fingers slipping back inside. Hardin held himself still as Mac carefully worked my ass, scissoring his fingers and opening me up, getting me super slick.
I gasped, rolled my hips. It didn’t hurt, but the stretch burned. Yet there was something else, sensations I’d never expected, never achieved from playing with myself and my toys.
“She’s ready,” Mac told Hardin.
“Good, ’cause I can’t fucking hold still any longer,” Hardin growled.
Mac stepped close, and then I looked away, back at Hardin.
“Take a deep breath,” he told me. “Good girl. Let it out.”
“Oh,” I gasped as Mac’s dick pressed at my entrance. Instinctively I clenched down. Hardin swore and I took another deep breath and tried to relax.