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“I don’t believe you,” I say, meeting his eyes. I don’t mean it as a challenge, but I see the sparkle in the depths of his gaze that makes my stomach twist into knots.
Shit.
“If you don’t believe me, then prove me wrong.” His words come out as a low purr, and he leans closer to me on Rook’s hugebed. “I promise, wonder girl. It wouldn’t hurt a bit. Just let me show you.”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, hating the way he’s so good at overwhelming me. God, I don’t trust him. I have such good intentions when it comes to the two of them, but every time he leans in like this, his breath on my lips, I just… melt.
It’s unfortunate, to say the least. Especially when Oliver takes advantage of my indecision and presses me back onto the comforter. He crawls over me, his thighs bracketing my hips, to lean down and press his lips sweetly to mine.
“I’d never hurt you,” he purrs, his voice so sweet.
“I don’t know,” I say again, letting him roll us over until I’m the one on top, straddling him. His grin is wide, like he’s done something so smart, but all I can see is that now I’ll have an easier time escaping. “It’s not you, Oliver,” I lie, voice faltering once more. It is, a little. If I was going to have someone show me how to use one, I don’t know if it would be him. Not with how rough he likes to play.
“Isn’t it?” he asks, eyes dancing. “Aren’t you worried that I’m too rough, too fast, and not patient enough to open you up to take that in your ass, wonder girl?”
I don’t answer right away. His argument is exactly what I’m thinking, but I don’t understandwhy. Unless he just doesn’t want to do it, anyway, and this was all a joke to begin with to get me right here.
“It’s a better idea not to trust him.” The voice in my ear is accompanied by a hand running up my spine to curl around my neck. I gasp just as Oliver’s arms wrap around my waist, not letting me go. Not that I could go anywhere when Rook’s body slides against my back.
The bed dips under his weight as I try to squirm out of Oliver’s hold, but Rook just chuckles and kisses the skin undermy right ear. “You’re fine,” he urges, hand flat against my back. “You’re fine, Love. We’re just helping you.”
“I don’t know how this is helping me,” I hiss. “It feels like you’re tricking me.”
“I don’t need to trick you. Oliver’s right, and I’ve seen it in your stream before. Some of your other viewers think you’d look good as their ‘pet.’ Why don’t you want to capitalize on that?” His voice is warm and soothing, and sends shudders down my spine.
“I’ve never done that,” I say, still meeting Oliver’s eyes.
“That’s why we’re not going to let Oliver ruin it for you. You’re at our house anyway, aren’t you? And all three of us know how much you enjoy it when we play with you.” I shiver at his words, and he makes an approving sound in his throat.
He’s right, but he shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be this willing to throw everything out the window.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Oliver assures me, but I don’t think I believe him. “We’re just helping you with ideas for your stream. Whenever I want to do something new, he helps me, too.”
“You’re dating,” I point out, already feeling Rook’s fingers hooking in the hem of my running shorts.
“And you’re in need of ideas,” Rook answers, pulling them smoothly down. His fingers run back up my skin, massaging my calves and thighs as I try to at least pull away so I can see what he’s doing.
“Stay with me,” Oliver insists, dragging me down for a kiss. His arm wraps around my hips, fingers dragging over my skin as his other hand curls in my hair.
“Wait,” I say, my voice soft as Rook’s fingers find my thighs. “What if it hurts?”
“Then I’m doing it wrong,” Rook replies almost kindly. “And Oliver never seems to have any complaints.”
“None,” Oliver agrees enthusiastically. “Absolutely zero.”
Rook waits as I think it over, though his thumbs rub comforting circles against my hips. I can’t help the small shudder that goes through me at the reassuring motions, and I take a deep breath, my heart pounding against my ribs. “You’ll stop if I ask?” I demand, my eyes on Oliver’s since I can’t look at Rook.
“Of course I will,” he agrees, and I can’t decide if I hear a note of anticipation in his voice, or it’s just my heart thumping in my ears.
“Okay,” I whisper, mind racing. “Okay, umm. Do you need me to do something?”
“I need you to kiss Oliver,” the man behind me says smoothly. “He’s been dying to kiss you properly all day. Can’t you tell?” As if on cue, Oliver tugs me back down to him, lips crushing against mine. He’s intense, and his intentions are clear when he deepens the kiss as quickly as he can to explore every inch of my mouth with his tongue.
It’s hard to focus on him, no matter how much I love kissing him. It’s hard to do anything but be hyper aware of Rook’s hands on my thighs, or the sound of a cap clicking open that makes me flinch.
“Just relax, Love,” my professor soothes, smoothing a hand down my spine and shoving my t-shirt up my body. “Just relax. I’ll make this good for you, I promise.”
Still, I whimper into Oliver’s mouth when Rook’s fingers skim up my slit until he’s teasing my hole. I tense, even though he murmurs his disapproval, as one finger slowly enters me, sending a light burning sensation up my spine.
