“What is it?” Liam asks between kisses.
“He just presented himself to me.”
I didn’t see it like that, but his words make me think of a bitch in heat, or a lioness demanding a mating. Is that what I’m doing? Lost in this haze of lust and safety, am I asking for them to fuck me? It’s too early for that, far too early, but I keep my back arched, and I stop chasing Liam’s mouth. I let Liam kiss mehow he wants, and I wait for Ryker’s fingers. They rub in slow circles against my hole, and I squeeze my fist on Liam’s cock at the sensation. It doesn’t feel strange to let them touch me like this, I trust them, they’d never hurt me. They want to do the opposite, and knowing they’re desperate to please me heightens the sensation.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” Liam says.
Ryker hums like he knows a secret my body spills to him. “He likes me rubbing in slow circles.”
I wonder how Ryker knows I like it, but I guess the keening sound I’m making against Liam’s mouth and my arched back are giving me away. Liam starts licking my lips, rubbing them in slow circles with his tongue. I want to come. I want to get myself off by thrusting against Liam, but they both stop me when I try again.
I curse, frustrated, annoyed, but they’re in control, and they contain me. I shiver at how easily they do it. I’d let them do whatever they want to me just so long as they make me come.
“I’m going to try firmer now . . .”
And Ryker does, pushing and stretching the edge of my hole. When he stops, I protest with a groan, but he returns with more lube on his fingers, and my god, the sensation leaves me in rapturous shivers. I relax, and he must feel it, because that’s his cue to push a finger inside me.
“Up to the first knuckle,” Ryker says.
Liam groans and pushes his tongue into my mouth. He’s moving his tongue like Ryker’s moving his finger, and I guess that’s the point, to tease me at both ends, but an irrational spike of jealousy makes me break the kiss with Liam and tuck my hips away from Ryker.
“What’s wrong?” Liam asks.
I may have pulled myself away from both brothers, but I’m still holding Liam’s cock in a death grip.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ryker asks at my nape.
“No, I . . .” I swallow. “Have you done this before?”
Neither of them answer, and I cringe at my own question. They need specifics.
“I mean . . . together . . . with someone in the middle.” I blink, knowing I’ve made a mess of this, but I can salvage it. “Have you had a threesome before?”
Liam answers “no” immediately; it’s Ryker who ummms at my question.
“I mean with Liam,” I say. “You, Liam, and a third?”
“No,” Ryker says and he sounds relieved. “The third ofushas always been you.”
“Except you’re not thethird,” Liam says. “You’re the first.”
“Good,” I exhale. “That’s good.”
And then I’m leaning in to kiss Liam while presenting myself to Ryker.
Ryker groans as he cups my arse. “This thing is a damn weapon.”
I snort into Liam’s mouth, but when Ryker’s finger enters me again, I give in to the sensation and moan around Liam’s tongue. Fingers open and stretch me, leaving me exposed and vulnerable, but Liam’s constant kisses and his calmness make me feel safe. I try my best to stroke his cock, but both brothers are distracting me, breaking my stride, disrupting any and all rhythm. All I can do is squeeze, and I squeeze Liam hard, apologising against his lips when I think it might be too much, but he kisses those apologies away.
It’s all Liam’s maddening kisses, Ryker’s flexing fingers, Liam’s hard cock, and my loosening hole twitching and anticipating touch. I want more of his fingers. Ryker knows, and he gives them to me. I shudder at the stretch and burn, but between him and Liam they distract me from the discomfort until I’m pushing back onto Ryker, asking for more, needing tobe . . .fuckedlike this. Yes, I use that word, Liam’s word. It’s dirty and raw in my mind, and my moan catches me by surprise. They want to fuck me, press into my body, bend me to their will, shape me to their desire.
“How do you want to finish him?” Ryker asks.
“With my hand,” Liam says, and he reaches for my cock, which comes alive with his touch.
“No,” I tell him—hell. I tell my cock not to explode. “No.”
Liam lets me go. Ryker stops with what feels like four fingers inside me.
