Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(123)

And all the while she couldn't forget the plug in her ass. She clenched. It filled her up. It was as if there wasn't any part of her body they weren't touching, stimulating, loving. Every cell and inch of her flesh was theirs, especially her heart. She was laid open and bare to their love.

Callum stroked his tongue through her folds, all the while pinching her clit as Oliver nipped her breast. The orgasm sneaked up on her, and Tori screamed as it rolled through her system, sending fire along her veins. Rory caught her strangled scream, kissing and calming her. Even Callum's hands were gentle as he grasped her ankles.

"It's time." Rory whispered along her skin. "I can't wait to get inside you."

She was still in the afterglow of the first orgasm, her body relaxed and her mind hazy. They were moving all around her, their hands caressing her body. This was where she wanted to be all the time, surrounded by them, filled by them.



       
         
       
        

Rory shifted with her, his mouth on hers even as they realigned their bodies, rolling her so he lay underneath. She could feel his erection already seeking its place. The broad head of his penis thrust against her labia, sliding easily through the slick arousal there.

Even as Rory moved into position under her, Oliver rose to his knees in front of her, his cock in his hand. It looked like she would get her way with one of them. She licked her lips as she stared at that gorgeous piece of masculine flesh. It jutted out from his perfectly muscled body, and below she could see the tautness of his balls as they moved while he stroked himself.

She shivered as Callum parted the cheeks of her ass and touched the plug. It sent a jagged sensation through her, jolting her from her languor. There was more pleasure to be had and she didn't want to miss an instant of it.

Callum pulled the plug out and she felt her muscles clenching, trying to keep it in. Rory's cock rooted at her core and finally his hips shifted and she felt him filling her.

"God, you're so tight. You feel so good." Rory clasped his hands around her hips, pulling her down to impale her on his dick.

He was the one who felt good. He was so big inside her, reminding her how amazing it felt to be with them. When they made love, they combined to become something more than they were as individuals. Something profound and lovely.

"Rory, hold her still for me." Callum pushed against her virgin hole.

Oliver rested a hand on her head while Rory held her steady.

"Be still, darling. Don't fight him. Relax. The rest will be pure pleasure," Oliver cajoled.

She whimpered as she felt the pressure. Callum moved in short strokes, opening her up with little thrusts. She could feel him taking more and more with every thrust. Every pass brought them closer. And every time Callum moved, Rory had a countermove. While she felt the burn of being opened up, Rory ground up and hit her clit, sending a wild thrill through her.

"Almost there. You're doing beautifully." Oliver whispered words of praise.

Callum took his time. She could see the strain on Rory's face, but she loved them both for taking it easy with her. They were careful, making her feel their love and protection even as they inundated her with their desire.

Callum moaned behind her, his hands circling her waist as he thrust in. "Just a bit more. We're almost there."

She gasped when he finally breached her fully. The sensation was totally different from the plug. The plug was cold and sterile. This was Callum, all passion and fire. His heat flashed through her. They were connected on a base level. She was giving him something she'd never thought to give, and the sheer intimacy of it floored her.

Rory reached up and brushed away tears she hadn't known she was shedding. "We should stop. She's crying." 

"No," she said as quickly as she could. "I'm not in pain. Don't you dare stop."

"She's happy we're finally together," Oliver said, his voice thick with emotion. "She's happy we're finally whole."

She nodded. Oliver was complete again and she loved the man he was becoming. Though they hadn't had the same issues, Rory and Callum needed this, too. And she'd come so far. She was only now realizing her potential, and it was all because of them. She let herself feel with her body and mind and heart. All three were finally aligned and she felt more powerful, more content than she'd ever been before.

And a little restless because she could feel them holding back. The time for that had passed.

She flexed her hips, feeling Callum's cock slide even further inside her body. And there, just as she'd hoped, he gave her a hard smack to her ass.