“Very nice, sweetness. You’re pretty tight and I need to stretch you a bit now.”
Her breath turned to panting and her asshole clenched in reaction to his words. Her cunt was juicy and swollen with arousal, giving him the assurance that he needed.
She looked back at him and smiled. The warmth in her eyes made his heart palpitate as she whispered, “I trust you.”
He’d never felt more unworthy…or determined to earn her trust.
She moaned when he pressed two fingertips against her anus and began massaging and circling again, stretching the muscle to accommodate the larger circumference. She tilted her ass up to him and breathed out and he slowed his forward motion as she let him inside her again. She panted and a sheen of perspiration broke out on her satiny skin, firing his arousal even higher.
Patrick slid his other hand down to her left butt cheek and held her open for Beck and whispered, “You’re doing great, Luce. Just keep breathing deep and relaxing. Your little asshole is very tight and the last thing we want is to hurt you.”
Lucy made a soft mewing sound and tightened her grip on her pillows as she nodded and rested her cheek on them. Her rim stretched to accept his fingers and she lifted her ass to him with each stroke. The way her hips rolled with her movements was hypnotic and sexy.
He nearly came when she moaned and arched up as he added a third finger. “Oh God! I want to come!”
Patrick and Beck grinned and Patrick leaned over to kiss her shoulder. “In just a minute you’re going to get your chance, little tiger.”
Her pitiful moan nearly made Beck take mercy on her but he wanted her at a fever pitch when the moment arrived. Patrick looked at him and nodded. She was ready.
Beck had asked Patrick, prior to that night, to help him judge her reactions because he never wanted to hurt her out of pride in his own abilities. This was a team effort. He applied a generous amount of lube to his hot, heavy cock and Patrick handed him a towel to wipe his hands, which he used and tossed aside.
At the shift in his movements, Lucy looked back at him. He was entranced by the glazed, needy look in her eyes. Normally a piercing light blue color, when she was fully aroused her pupils were dilated and surrounded by a pale ring of blue. She was the most entrancingly beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And she was theirs. Her eyes were all he could see as she looked at him with both lust and trust. Relied on him.
Beck covered her warm, slick body with his own, bracing himself on his forearms as Patrick shifted to lie parallel to her and stroke her thigh. Beck pressed a kiss against her left shoulder as he slid his hand up the underside of her right thigh and lifted it until her thigh rested along her side, giving him full access to her ass.
She trembled and arched back against him, her eyelids slowly sliding closed as he positioned his cock at her back entrance.
Control yourself. Go slow. She always comes first…in every way.
The urge to thrust was so powerful he had to bite the inside of his cheek to distract himself. The taste of copper hit his tongue as he flexed his hips and the head pressed against her tight ring. Heat like a furnace blast raged through him and he had to breathe deep to keep under control. She was so fucking hot and tight that he was going to suffer seven levels of hell while giving her time to adjust to him and getting all the way inside her.
“Breathe, Luce,” Patrick whispered as Lucy trembled and moaned beneath him. Her plaintive sound as Beck inched in a tiny bit was all the reminder he needed.
“Hurts,” she whispered in a tremulous voice and he ceased his forward motion but didn’t back off. He kissed her temple and balanced on his left forearm as he caressed her shoulder and her back and then down to her thigh.
She hissed and grew restless beneath him, and Beck realized Patrick had slid his hand beneath her and must’ve been stroking her pussy. Her asshole clenched and she moaned again, lifted her head off the pillow a bit, and then ground her ass against him in a tentative motion. He slipped in further with her movements and she let out a long sigh and then relaxed against him.
“Oh, Beck, more. Give me more.”
“You sure? I can wait.” I’ll die.
“It’s better now. God, Patrick, what you’re doing to me. I love this. I get it now.”
Beck slid in another couple of inches on one smooth stroke and pulled out just as far. She moaned and the sound was a joyful one. He had to know. “What do you get now?”
“What it means to be made love to by more than one man. It’s more than just processing all the sensations. I can’t keep up and I just realized I don’t have to.”
“No you don’t,” Patrick murmured against her shoulders. “You don’t have to work at pleasing us. You just need to enjoy what we give you.”