“Goddess, yes,” she pants. “Please. Please don’t stop.”
Leaning over her shoulder, I catch Auggie’s gaze again. He knows exactly what I’m looking for.
“Nightstand,” he says. “Second drawer, blue glass jar.”
I lean over and open the drawer, revealing a variety of toys and the blue jar he mentioned.
Can’t help the laugh that rumbles through me at the sight of it all.
“You’re a real fucking boy scout, Augustine. Prepared for any occasion. Have I ever told you how much I appreciate that about you?”
“I’m not sure we’ve had an occasion quite like this before.”
“No, now that you mention it.” I twist off the lid and scoop out a bit of the goopy stuff inside, letting it warm on my fingers. “We have not. But, as the saying goes, first time for everything.”
I slide the lube between her cheeks and lean in close once more. “Do you remember your code phrase from the other night?”
“Hot waffles?” she whispers. “But that’s—”
“Danger is danger, darling. So that’s the thing you say if you need us to stop. Let me hear it again.”
“Hot waffles,” she says.
“Good girl.” Slowly, I push one finger in—deeper than before—then another, giving her a few gentle strokes. She’s tensing up, though. Scared.
“Relax,” I say, easing back out, then in.
Auggie cups her face again, sitting up a bit so they’re eye level. “Breathe, witchling. Just breathe.”
She nods and lets out a breath.
“That’s it,” he says. “Deep breaths. Nice and slow.”
She follows the cadence of his breathing, her body slowly relaxing around my fingers as I push in deeper, stretching her with each stroke as she rides Auggie’s cock, losing herself to the pleasure once more.
Fuck, she’s so fucking tight, and every time he rocks in deeper, her body constricts, pulsing hot around my fingers, and bloody hell… I need it tonotbe my fingers. I need it with a fiery desperation that has me damn near roaring inside.
“Are you ready for me, darling?” I remove my fingers and stroke the lube over my cock, then press the tip to her entrance.
“Relax,” Auggie says again, and she lets out a deep sigh, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“I’m ready, Jude. Please.”
I slide into her, doing my best to take it slow, but between the warm lube and her sweet, eager little moans, all I want to do is let loose and fuckingrailthis woman. I don’t, though. Just continue to ease my way in, one intensely euphoric inch at a time.
She lets out a sharp gasp as I finally bury myself fully, and fuckinghellshe feels so good. So tight. Soperfectwith Auggie’s cock stroking her from the other side, his tail curling up to brush against her clit, every wave of her pleasure reverberating through my balls.
“Do you need to use your words?” I whisper.
“No. I’m… I’m okay. Just… getting used to it.”
I pull out a bit and give her another moment to adjust, then thrust in again, and again, and soon she’s rocking back to meet my every stroke, her gasps turning into moans as her two gargoyles fuck her harder, deeper.
“You’re such a good girl, darling,” I whisper. “Taking us both at the same time like this.”
“So fucking good,” Auggie says, tightening his grip on her hips as he guides her to pick up the pace once more. “That’s it, witchling. Just like…fuck. Just like that.”
She leans forward and grips his horns, then takes control, riding him harder. Taking him in deeper. Arching that sweet arse for more of my cock.
