Our tongues slide and teeth click. Behind me, Finn’s finger presses in with more pressure, gliding inside me.
My breath hitches, caught between shock and pleasure, and I gasp into Luc’s mouth. My knees slide wider and my back arches further, wanting Finn deeper. He groans, and I break the kiss, listening intently to how much he’s enjoying this too.
“Good girl,” Mason murmurs.
I light up under his praise, sinking into the sensation of Finn moving his finger inside me. Luc groans again under him, and I know Mason is still working him just as thoroughly.
That low, steady rhythm of their expert touches is wrecking us both.
Finn slides his finger out, but when he thrusts back in, it’s fuller, like he’s added a second finger. I clutch my hands, one still holding Luc’s hand and the other the duvet, my knuckles white with the grip because it’sso much. The stretch. The fullness. The obscene, wet sounds of slick fingers moving in and out of us. The way Luc’s mouth trembles against mine as he kisses me again. The control in Mason’s voice.
It’s dizzying. Overwhelming.
Perfect.
Luc’s lips break away, and he presses his forehead against mine as he starts to shake. I don’t need words to know he’s on the edge.
“Putain,” he whispers hoarsely, voice barely more than breath. “This is…fuck.”
And I know exactly what he means.
Because I’m right there with him.
Open.
Stretched.
Shaking.
Fuckingwrecked.
And we haven’t even gotten to the part where they fuck us yet.
“Okay…” Mason says, “… now use three fingers, Greer. Make sure she’s ready for your cock.”
Finn’s grip tightens around my hip before I feel the added finger pressing gently, spreading me open even more. My breath hitches, ribs rising and falling with my rapid breaths.
“Oh shit,” Finn breathes out, voice thick with need. “You’re so tight. I-I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Beside me, Luc’s chest heaves in time with his ragged breaths. “Please…” he pants, voice strained. “I need you, Pretty Boy. I need you to fuck me.”
Finn’s fingers trace slow lines inside me, coaxing me louder with every drag.
“Finn.” I twist my neck to look over my shoulder. His hips are subtly rocking, seeking contact with my body.
He doesn’t break focus. His cheeks are flushed, jaw tight, determination painted on his face as he works inside me.
“Please.” I press back into his hand, aching all over with need. “I want you.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Never been more sure. Please, Finn. I need it.”
He flashes Mason a quick glance, who nods and says, “More lube first. Then give her what she’s begging for. But slowly. Take your time.”
Finn pulls his fingers out of me, and I gasp at the loss,writhing on the bed while he reaches for the bottle and slicks himself with quick, trembling motions. Then there’s warmth again, and more pressure as he grips my shoulder for support.
“Breathe for me, baby girl,” he whispers, and then he presses the tip of his cock against me.
