Maxim nibbled on my lips as Ryston spoke from behind me. “Lift her legs around your hips so I can fill her ass with the plug she chose. Then we can fuck her.”
So damn crude, but my body listened with a mind of its own as Ryston’s hand drifted low to cup my pussy from behind.
“Oh yes, Maxim. She likes that idea. Her pussy is so wet we could take her now.”
Maxim backed up and sat down on the bed. Reclining, he leaned back and pulled me forward on top of him, my knees settling on either side of his hips so I straddled him. His arm settled like a steel band over my back, positioning me so my ass was up for Ryston.
He lifted one hand to the base of my neck and wrapped my long hair around his fingers until it was tight, the sting making my body jerk in response to his control. I met his dark gaze. Yes, he was not one to be underestimated. He was just as dominant in bed as his second.
“Do it, Ryston.”
I didn’t have time to protest as Maxim pulled my mouth down to his and claimed me with a searing kiss. His rock-hard cock was trapped between us as I felt Ryston’s hand explore my bottom gently, then slip something very small inside my back entrance. I wiggled as something warm and wet filled me, as if he was squeezing lube into me for preparation. Maxim’s mouth and Ryston’s soothing words settled me and I surrendered to them both, to whatever they wanted or needed from me in the moment.
I needed to be enough for them. I needed to make them feel happy. Complete. Satisfied.
“Hold still, mate.” Ryston took away the bottle of lube, then his finger slid over and around my tight hole, spreading the warm liquid that felt like oil. “This ass is mine.”
The nerves there flared to life, making my body heat and perspiration coat my skin. It was dark and intense, so different, and I loved it. I sensed they wanted it too, and it allowed me to let go of any last inhibitions. I’d been bold to start and I would be bold still.
Maxim plunged his tongue deep in my mouth as Ryston slid a finger into both my ass and my pussy at the same time. A third finger moved forward over my clit and I tried to break away from Maxim’s kiss, a keen cry of need escaped my throat. Ryston, while gentle, demanded everything from me. They didn’t coax, they pushed right into bliss.
Maxim held me down and drank each of my cries of pleasure as if he owned them.
Ryston finger fucked me, carefully yet diligently, as Maxim held me down. In. Out. His fingers were long and thick and became a little rough as he felt the tension coil in my body.
“Our little mate is going to come all over my fingers.”
I tried to move, to shift my body forward and back, to make Ryston’s fingers plunge in and out of me at the pace I wanted. Needed.
But no. He set the pace.
An orgasm rose, so hot and tight and—
Ryston pulled away, leaving me empty and desperate to be filled.
I cried out, whimpered with need.
Once more, I tried to lift my head, but Maxim held me down, locked to him, his mouth on mine, his tongue inside me and damn if that didn’t make me hotter. Wetter.
Fuck.
“Our mate likes that, doesn’t she?” Ryston’s satisfied chuckle was followed by the sharp sting of his palm on my bare bottom.
I jerked as fire spread through my bottom, the heat going straight to my clit. I moaned and sucked on Maxim’s tongue, pulling him into me the way I wanted his cock.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Fire. Heat. My pussy quivering and pulsing with need.
I whimpered and Maxim tore his firm lips from mine. “Enough.”
Ryston chuckled, but his fingers settled on my ass and I felt the blunt, hard head of the anal plug I’d selected from the box press forward gently. “So fucking bossy, isn’t he?”
Head buried in Maxim’s neck, I couldn’t help the panting breaths that left me as Ryston worked the plug into my body. It wasn’t big, not as big as his cock would be, but I felt full and stretched and so very, very naughty.
God, it felt good to be a bad girl. If I’d known it would be like this, I would have tried a bit of ménage back on Earth.
The plug slid deep inside with a pop and I bit down on Maxim’s shoulder with a groan. So good. But not enough. Even filled as I was, I felt empty. Desperate. Needy.
Tears welled in my eyes when I couldn’t contain the emotions, the desperation, the need.
Maxim lifted me and pivoted so that his head was near the edge of the bed. There was just enough room for my knees to rest as he settled my pussy over his mouth.
His tongue laved my clit for a few seconds and I dropped my head back on my shoulders as Ryston moved to stand in front of me, his cock right where I needed it to be to take him in my mouth.
Eager to push them both, I tilted my hips and ground my clit down on Maxim as I took Ryston’s huge cock in both hands and twisted gently, taking the head into my mouth and sucking hard, as hard as I wanted Maxim to work his magic on me.