Trace watched Keegan work, glancing at his friend’s face to find him staring at Melinda’s expression. “Honey, let me in.”
Melinda panted as her body relaxed enough to release the tight grip.
Keegan pressed home. He leaned over her and rained kisses on her ass. “Good girl. You’re so fucking sexy. Let us take care of you.”
She didn’t respond.
Trace glanced back at her face. Her eyes were closed, but she seemed marginally less stressed. He trailed his hand from the grip on her hip to cup her breasts.
Melinda arched into his touch as he grazed his thumb over her nipple.
“That’s it, baby. It’s going to be so good.” Trace kissed her shoulder, nibbling a path to her neck, finally sucking her earlobe between his teeth. “You’re precious to us.” He could feel her pulse point as he let his lips lower to her neck again.
“I need more,” she moaned. “Please. I’m so restless.” She squirmed, fighting to roll in either direction.
Keegan held her steady at her hip while Trace held her breast. “I know, baby. Stay still a little longer. Let us work you open wider.”
She mewled softly as Trace lifted his face.
Keegan held her thigh higher, popped his middle finger free, and swapped it for his thumb.
This time, Melinda didn’t resist. She leaned forward, trapping Trace’s hand against her chest as her ass opened farther.
A low steady moan escaped her lips as Keegan worked the tip of his thumb against her tight hole. “You’re doing great, hon. I promise it’s going to be okay.” He pressed his thumb into her and twisted it back and forth. “Feel the tightness?”
She nodded.
“That’s going to be my cock soon. You need to be able to take one of us in your sweet pussy at the same time. You’ll be so full.”
She swallowed visibly, and sharp short breaths yanked in through her nose.
“Such a good girl,” Trace soothed. He pinched her nipple lightly and twisted it back and forth. “I love how these pucker when I squeeze them between my fingers.” He leaned back again to watch Keegan work while he continued to tease her nipple.
Melinda arched farther into his touch. “Please…”
“I know. Almost.” Keegan twisted his thumb around inside her and then popped it out of her and back in with no warning.
Melinda shivered under Trace’s embrace. “More,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl,” Keegan responded as he did it again. He fucked her over and over with his thumb, the strain in Melinda loosening as he worked. And then in a quick movement, he removed his thumb and pressed back into her with his first two fingers.
“Oh God.” Melinda fought their hold on her. “Please… God… Just take me.”
“Soon.” Keegan held her hip tighter. “Lift your knee again, honey. Raise it toward your chest. Give me some space.”
She did as he demanded, her breaths sharp.
Trace released her nipple and snuggled his hand between her breasts, worming his way to her chin. “Fuck, you’re sexy. Almost there.” He lifted onto his elbow and directed her head his direction so he could take her lips.
She melted, relaxing incrementally as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted every inch of her.
Keegan’s voice penetrated his fog. “Climb on top of Trace, hon.”
Trace broke the kiss. “Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes the entire time.”
Her pupils were dilated as Trace flattened to his back and grabbed her waist to arrange her straddling his cock while Keegan cleaned his hands off on the washcloth.
Trace knew when Keegan touched her pussy by the widening of her eyes before they fluttered shut. “Eyes on me, baby,” he repeated.
She opened them to small slits, meeting his gaze.
“Lower yourself slowly onto my cock, baby.” He released her waist with one hand to guide his length to her entrance. Even the brief contact with his cock made him fight for control. The second she engulfed him, he held his breath. “Not going to last, Keegan.”
“I understand.” Keegan climbed behind her and leaned over her back. He set his knees outside Trace’s, forcing Melinda wider. “I’m going enter slowly. You okay, Melinda?”
She nodded, turning her head to meet his gaze. “More than.”
Trace watched every nuance of her expression, judging when Keegan’s dick was in place. “Hold my gaze, baby. Don’t let go.”
Her neck arched, her face flushing a deeper red. She held her breath.
“Gonna work in slowly, hon. You’re doing so well.” Keegan’s words were tight, clipped. He was losing his fragile control. Finally, on a grunt, he pressed home, his body lining up flush with Melinda’s rear.