“Yes.” She shuddered and a deep moan of pleasure came from her as Beck thrust again, going a little deeper. He inched forward on his knees just a little and thrust downward, smiling when she lost the power to speak for a moment and her eyes rolled back. “That the spot, sweetness?”
“Holy fuck, yes!”
She bowed her back and then arched against him and ground her hips in a circular motion and Beck shook with satisfaction at the feel of being balls deep in her ass.
He pressed tight against her and growled as he thrust again, unable to deny the caveman inside him.
She was theirs. It was undeniable. But her ass was his first.
Patrick had asked him what his expectations were and Beck had been clear on sharing with him. Beck’s one request was that he be the first to take her ass, regardless of whether she was an anal virgin or not. Patrick had agreed once Beck told him he’d make sure she was well prepared and Patrick would be there when it happened. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’m not going to last,” Beck murmured as he pulled out and thrust again.
“Me either,” moaned Lucy as she buried her cheek in the pillow and pushed her ass back against him.
Beck gripped the back of her right knee and held her in position and nodded at Patrick so he’d continue stroking her cunt as Beck’s control finally shredded. If he died now, he’d be one happy son of a bitch.
* * * *
Lucy grimaced and the scream bubbled up inside her as the burning ecstasy bloomed into a conflagration. If she screamed she was afraid Beck would stop because he’d think he’d hurt her. He’d been so careful and gentle.
The cry left her lips as Patrick captured her clit between two fingers and rubbed against her in the circular motion he knew drove her wild. She felt light as a feather and her self-control deserted her. She shoved her ass against Beck in wild abandon, mutely demanding he fill her to the root and take her to the stars.
His entire body vibrated against her as he held her tight, his left hand sliding under the pillows to clasp with her left hand as he held her thigh up and pounded into her ass, giving her the thing she needed the most. The wild side of him that he held in reserve.
Feeling the rise of certain orgasm, she opened her eyes and smiled at Patrick as he drew close and kissed her while Beck buried his face in her hair on her other side. She felt utterly encompassed. Her hips bucked in a wild rhythm, losing time with Beck as Patrick pinched her clit between those fingers, slid his fingers into her cunt, and then withdrew and captured her clit again.
“Oh!” she reared up beneath Beck as her orgasm exploded inside her and Patrick caught her scream with his kiss a split second before it shattered the relative quiet of the house.
The climax raged through her like a wildfire. Beck clasped her hip in his right hand and gave her the full length of his cock on every stroke until she was consumed by yet another orgasm, and then he bowed over her, every inch of his powerful physique shuddering violently as he growled deep, a wild, feral sound that made her cunt clench with excitement. She was flattened when he fell forward on her, trembling and shuddering, as he gasped for breath.
He released her hip and his grip on her wrist was gentle beneath her pillows, his thumbs stroking her pulse point as he fought for breath to speak and finally whispered in her ear, through her hair.
“Did I hurt you?”
Maybe it was just her pulse raging in her ears, maybe it was the way her body felt ultrasensitive all over, or maybe it was her intuition talking to her when she heard the tenderness in his voice.
He loves me and he doesn’t know what to do with it. Certainty filled her heart. It wasn’t just out of control, rough, wild sex that they both thrived on. It was more.
“No. You didn’t hurt me.”
“I did.”
“Just at first but that went away. What came after…”
She couldn’t find the words and let the delightful shudder that trembled through her speak for itself. He groaned when her ass clenched around him in reaction, too. Yes, it had hurt at first but the trade-off was the intimacy that she didn’t think she could ever put a voice to. His weight draped across her was heavy but so comforting. His hand caressing her shoulder and his breath on her ear, still so rapid, and his heat permeating her skin made her heart pound. He squeezed her to him tightly for a moment before he slowly pulled from her.
She moaned and shivered as he withdrew and climbed from the bed, leaving her empty and strangely forlorn. The shower came on in the bathroom and her breathing hitched when he was suddenly there again with a warm washcloth, cleaning her and pausing to whisper in a gravelly sounding voice, “I’m going to shower real quick, sweetness.”