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I love the sensation of her dainty hand against my cock as she plays with the piercing, and I try to sink into that.
Unfortunately, Angelo grabs my pants and shoves them and my boxers down my thighs. I startle and struggle a bit before I remember that I agreed to this.
“You said you wanted him over the desk, Lucia?” Angel asks. “That should give us the best access to open him up. We can see which of us will find his prostate first.”
“That’s not fair,” Lucia complains. “Your fingers are longer.”
Angel grins at her. “Life isn’t fair, Princess. You can still give it your best. I’m sure Saint won’t complain.”
Saint actually would like to complain, I want to tell them, but the words die in a sort of half-groan as Lucia squeezes my cock before letting go.
Lucia grabs the lube, and she meets my eyes before she very deliberately uncaps it. “Ready, Saint?” she asks, and her voice is gentle enough to make me want to give in no matter how afraid I am.
I nod slowly, not trusting myself to answer. I’m not ready at all. I don’t want to feel anything in my ass. But if this is the price for Lucia returning to me, I’m willing to pay it.
I let Angel guide me to bend over the office desk. I pillow my head on my arms, my face completely hot and flushed. Humiliation burns inside me as Angel and Lucia both pet my bare ass in turn.
I almost feel like I did when it was Victor and Lucia fucking with me, except at least Victor didn’t want my ass.
I feel soft, slender fingers at my hole first, slick with lube and insistent. One slides into me fairly easily, and my breath catches. It’s not like I’ve never touched myself there before. I’ve gotten curious. But my own fingers don’t feel anything like Lucia’s as she presses into me.
“You’re doing so good, Saint,” she assures me, sliding the fabric of my shirt up so she can lean down and kiss my back. “Let’s try two fingers.” She works two fingers into me, and while it’s more of a stretch, it doesn’t hurt. I’m terrified of the moment Angel tries to work even one of his fingers into me, which doesn’t help me settle as Lucia starts to open me up.
“I’ve been dreaming of this hole for years,” Angel says as he pushes a thumb against my rim, right next to Lucia’s fingers. A strange jolt of pleasure runs up my spine.
This doesn’t feel good, I repeat to myself. I’m not gay, I’m not into dudes.
Angel’s thumb eases up, only to be replaced by another slick finger. He doesn’t give me much warning before he slides it in alongside Lucia’s fingers.
I gasp loudly, then bite my lip to swallow any other sounds. It feels strange. It’s too much, three fingers, and I can’t imagine how Angel’s massive cock is supposed to fit in there. But the lube is doing its job, easing the way, and the most pain so far is a mild stretch. It’s—it’s fine. It isn’t bad, but it isn’t good. Nothing worth writing home about.
Then Angel wiggles his finger, gets deeper than Lucia’s, and taps against my prostate.
It’s like he’s pressed a live wire against me, and I jolt. I’d be completely upright if it wasn’t for Angel’s hand on my lower back, keeping me down against the desk. I choke on a moan, a desperate little sound I didn’t even know I was capable of making.
“Found it,” Angel says smugly.
Lucia’s fingers push deeper, but all it does is press Angel’s finger against my prostate even more. “Damn it,” she mutters, but she doesn’t sound upset. She doesn’t sound amused, either—she sounds breathless, like this really is turning her on.
“A-angel,” I croak out. “Fuck.”
“Shh,” Angel says, stroking my back. “Just stay there and enjoy, Saint. I’m gonna show you just why I like this so much.”
My dread over his cock is growing now, but not because I’m afraid of pain. If just his finger feels so good, I don’t want to know what his thick cock is going to feel like. I whimper and shake my head a bit.
Lucia ends up stroking my hair. “Hey, you’re doing great. You’re so hot right now, Saint. So open for us. Being such a good boy.”
The wordsgood boysend a tremor through me, and I’m reminded again of how it had felt to be at Lucia and Victor’s mercy. I’m just glad Victor can’t see me like this, mewling and writhing while fingers work at my ass despite all my protests that I’m not gay.
But men like their asses played with sometimes, right? The prostate feels good. I don’t have to be gay to enjoy a touch to my prostate. And Lucia’s fingers are in there…
As I’m trying to talk myself into letting myself enjoy it, Angel starts to wriggle a second finger inside of me.
I cry out, and Lucia hushes me. “Shh. You don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to back here, do you?” Another stroke of my hair. “But I know, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Hurts,” I whimper. But it doesn’t really. It’s just a stretching sensation, something weird that I don’t know how to describe.
“You’ll be grateful for it when I shove my cock in you,” Angel rumbles, and he’s just as breathless as Lucia and I are.
