“Where were you?” Michigan asks Easy in an almost accusatory tone.
“I’m six fucking years older than her, asshole. I was in the Marines saving your ass when she started high school.” Easy shoves him but Michigan doesn’t move. The mass of these two men is giant.
“It’s okay. I had braces until I was sixteen and big glasses and I was super awkward. If I liked a guy, I’d stand and stare at him but would never say a word so I’m sure I just freaked them out.”
“Good,” Michigan grunts, generating a snort from Easy.
“But what about after high school?” he presses.
This part isn’t as easy to share. With a sigh, I admit, “I tried to find a job but couldn’t, so when Father offered me the church secretary position, I accepted. He said I should live at home and save my salary and that made good sense to me. Only…” I pause, thinking how narrow my world had become. It was church, my father, and me.
“Only what?” This time it’s Michigan who prompts me.
“Only I see now that I could have easily become the virgin spinster. In a couple of years I’d be crocheting cat cozies and yelling at the kids to get off my lawn.”
The serious talk combined with the sexual overload has worn me out. I can’t stifle a jaw-cracking yawn. When Michigan tugs me closer, I curl into his chest and drift off into slumber with his arm around my shoulders and Easy’s heavy hand palming my ass.
It’s early when I wake up. The sun is still a rosy partial glow on the horizon. Between my legs is a mouth and another pair of lips is tugging at one of my nipples. Neither of them are in a hurry and they lick and suck every inch of my body until I’m quaking with need. Strong fingers move in little circles until my climax shoots through me, leaving me breathless before I am even fully awake.
“That is quite the alarm clock,” I say when I manage to catch my breath. Michigan cuddles me while Easy sits on the side of the bed fiddling with something on the nightstand.
“We could wake you up like that every morning,” Easy says. When he turns toward me, I see a small cone-shaped object in his hand.
“Every morning?”
“Every morning,” Michigan affirms in a low, sleep-roughened voice.
Easy rolls me on my side while Michigan rubs me with two long, hard fingers.
“Michigan and I like to share. I don’t think that’s a surprise for you but it’s more than sleeping with each other in the bed after a nice night of fucking. It’s being inside you at the same time, pushing you over the limit of what you think your body can take. This plug will help stretch you and prepare you for the both of us. If you want us, wear this plug every day for the next week, just like the claiming cuffs.”
The plug looks innocuous but I can feel my body clench in protest looking at it. “I don’t know,” I say doubtfully. “It’s not that I don’t want to but can I even walk with that in my body?”
Michigan turns away and I know he’s hiding a laugh. Easy makes no pretense about his amusement.
“Yeah, it might even get you a little excited.” He tosses it up in the air and my eyes track the purple toy as it rises and then falls into Easy’s big hand—the hand that held me, brought me pleasure until I couldn’t even see. There’s no debate in my mind. I want to wear the plug like I want to wear the claiming cuffs.
“I trust you.”
Michigan’s swift intake of breath is followed by his head buried in my shoulder. My heart sings in response. This is the right decision. These are the right men for me. I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to my father or anyone else but I know that being with these two is worth any approbation from my only family. I’ve lived so long in the bubble created for me but that’s no life at all.
“You won’t regret it, Little Red.” Easy douses the purple plug with a gel and with a nod, Michigan lifts my leg. He pets me softly around my labia, stroking two long fingers on either side as Easy spreads the same gel-like substance around my rear.
“Bear down when you feel it coming in,” Easy instructs.
Michigan tips my head up and says, “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” His mouth lowers to mine in a sweet morning kiss but our eyes are glued together so when the plug pushes at my small forbidden entrance, I concentrate on the rich emotion that is swirling in Michigan’s beautiful light brown eyes and the luxurious feeling of his lips pressing into mine. The golden glow of the rising sun casts his body in bronze, tanned and golden and breathtaking.
Behind me, Easy twists and pushes until the small plug is fully seated. “You wear this every day for a week and by the end of the week, we’ll see you again. If you’re still wearing the plug then we know you’re interested in being with us.”