Page 45 of Conceal

For a moment I consider letting him take her anal virginity, but I wouldn’t want him to hurt her, since he’s never done it before. I went through a phase after high school, but for Tatiana I’ll go through another phase.

The desperation I feel clawing at my throat demands that I do anything and everything to keep her. I’m a selfish asshole, I know.

She jumps when the cold lube hits the crease at the top of her ass, but when I massage it around her hole, she moans into Ro’s mouth.

I nod at Mik, and then nod toward the fireplace, telling him silently to stoke the fire so she doesn’t get cold. He nods back, and I turn my focus back to the woman of the hour.

“Take deep breaths and relax for me, knyazhna,” I soothe. I press my middle finger into her tight ring of muscles up to the first knuckle, sawing it in and out and twisting so she gets used to the sensation, or has enough of a chance to tell me to stop.

“I think she likes that,” Ro says over her shoulder. She’s dropped her forehead to his pec, her eyes closed in concentration, her chest heaving. Ro holds the back of her head against his chest, and the other wraps tightly around her waist, grounding her to this moment.

I scissor two fingers back and forth, waiting for her to relax and let me in. Ro’s legs tremble in what I can only imagine is the worst form of cock warming edging. Better him than me.

My own cock is so hard beneath my sweats that it has its own heartbeat. I have to resist the urge to rut against her naked back. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. And convincing her to stay.

I pull myself out of my sweats and kneel on the mattress behind her, lining up my aching cock with her back entrance.

I look over to Mik and nod at him to join us. He stands instantly, positioning himself next to Ro on the couch. Tati must sense him, because the second his ass hits the couch, she’s leaning into him. He wraps a large hand around her throat and brings her mouth to his.

Greedily, Tati shoves her hand down his sweatpants, and his head lolls back onto the couch as she begins stroking him.

This is what I wanted. I wanted her so overwhelmed with pleasure, by sensations and sensory input from three men, that only being with one won’t compare. I want to ruin her for anyone else. I want to be the only one to give her this level of pleasure. Well, I guess I want the three of us to be the only ones who can take her this high.

I press my cock gently at her entrance, taking a deep breath in and blowing it out through pursed lips. Ro’s entire body is shaking now, and sweat has gathered at his temples. The man looks like he’s barely holding it together.

When the head of my cock slips through her tight ring of muscles, she moans and clenches around me. I almost blow on the spot.

I grip her hips tightly in my hands, digging my fingers into her flesh and willing her to stay still while I count backwards from one hundred.

When I get to eighty-seven, I feel a bit more in control, but Tati starts rocking her hips, fucking herself back onto my cock.

She bends forward, taking Mik’s cock in her mouth. He keeps one hand wrapped around her throat, but in the other he gathers up her mane of golden hair so he can watch her. Again, my chest swells with pride.

I feel like a footballer, happy and proud when my team scores.

Finally, I let her fuck herself onto me, letting her set the pace. I had planned to take the entire responsibility of it off her plate, but her reminder to Ro to let her make her own decisions replayed in my skull. This way, too, she can let me know if she’s in pain.

When I’m fully seated inside of her, I’m engulfed with the wettest, warmest sensation and my entire being has been reduced to the feeling of her wrapped around my cock. I could live and die in the moment, and I would be happy.

“Please!” Tati shouts suddenly. “Please fuck me!”

Gladly, knyazhna.

Ro’s hands replace mine on her hips as he lifts her slightly, bucking his up and fucking her from beneath. I use my now free hands to spread her cheeks so I can watch her take my cock like a champ. I let Ro set his pace and then match it to offset him. He thrusts in; I pull out. He pulls out; I thrust in. That way she’s always full of one of us.

Finally, she can’t concentrate on blowing Mik, so she wraps her hand around him but rests her cheek against his chest, her moans and mewls getting louder and louder.

“Ohmygod, I’m going to come!” she whines, and I can feel it.

On a long, primal moan, she clamps a vice around my dick, and I feel the base of my spine tingle. My balls draw tight, and I use her orgasm to pull mine from me. I give her short, shallow thrusts, hoping to prolong her own orgasm. If she’s not completely spent after this, I’m going to have to fuck her again. And again. And again. Until she becomes as addicted to me as I am to her.

She collapses forward, and I let my softening dick slide out of her. She whines in protest, and it pulls a satisfied smile from my face. Good. I want her to miss me being inside her.

Chapter thirty

Tatiana

I’m ten thousand feet in the air as I tack up Juliet for our run. It’s an hour before my start time, but I always tack her up early so she can adjust to the feel of it and in case anything pinches or comes loose, it gives us time to make adjustments. My hands work on autopilot, which is good because my mind is back in that cabin. The one I spent the last three weeks enjoying the hell out of, and the one I can’t wait to get back to after this run.