Shane grunted an agreement, his gaze not leaving mine as he slowed. Bal squeezed the small, white tube he held and lubed up his fingers. I could only hold onto Shane as a panicked, lust-addled expression filled his face.
“Oh shit, oh gods,” he chanted hoarsely, his head dropping forward onto my shoulder.
19
Shane
I never would have thoughtI’d submit to another male, but Bal made me want to give him everything. I wanted to please him, and I wanted him to take control of my body as only he could. I adored Sor’s submission to me, but the way Bal played our bodies was the hottest thing ever.
A lubed finger pressed on my puckered flesh. I breathed out, trusting him to make this feel amazing. The tip breached the tight muscle of my arse, and my mind screeched to a halt. I couldn’t think about anything but them; the pressure and heat engulfing my cock and the burn of an intrusion somewhere new.
“Oh fuck, oh gods.” I mumbled those words over and over. His finger slid deeper, teasing and rubbing until the ring of muscle loosened enough to allow another finger. Sor held me as my hips stuttered to a stop, and I pushed forward, not sure what to do with the sensations swamping me from Bal’s touch. I wasn’t really trying to escape it; it just felt alien.
Eventually, that sensation was driven away by pleasure as Sor rolled her hips and Bal stretched me.
“That’s it, relax for me.”
A third finger slid into me and Bal circled his hand, moving until he found the spot I’d heard about but never experienced before now. Sensation thrummed through my body, my cock jumping, making Sor whimper and undulate below me. A firm rub, and I surged forward with a gasp, need wiping away any anxiety I had about taking his dick inside me.
“Please, Bal.” My voice was raw and ragged, and I didn’t give a shit. I was prepared to beg, my dick was so hard.
“You like that, fledgling?” the bastard crooned, sweeping his fingers over me again and again, until all I could do was chase the feeling. I thrust forward and surged back onto his fingers.
“That’s it, fuck my fingers.”
His voice was as commanding as ever, if a little hoarser. I did as he demanded until I was a panting, desperate mess, my only thought to chase the orgasm that tingled down my spine. My cock started to throb, my muscles tensing. In the back of my mind, I remembered his instructions. I had to beg…didn’t I? But I couldn’t stop; the pleasure was too much…
Until he withdrew his fingers and pushed me into Sor, stopping my movements, no matter how hard I tried to resist.
“Not yet, Shane.”
I cried out, begging mindlessly, utterly lost as Sor kissed my neck and face, and Bal lined himself up behind me, still keeping me immobile. The tip of his cock pressed against my lax ring of muscle, pushing in, slow and steady. I couldn’t move. I could only take it. I made a mewling noise I’d never heard come from my lips. Sor whispered words of praise in my ear, her hands running up and down my back. But no matter how much he’d tried to prep me, Bal’s intrusion was painful. I’d never felt so full.He was fucking enormous, and the burning pressure sent my mind offline.
“Damn, fledgling, you’re hot inside, so fucking tight. And so fucking mine.” With a roll of his hips, he pushed in further. I cried out, trying not to collapse fully, not wanting to crush Sor under our combined weight. He pulled out and slid back in, and that burning pain soon changed from distracting and uncomfortable to something else entirely. I groaned, moving with him. Every time he pushed me deep into Sor, she cried out, her fingernails scoring my skin.
Bal chuckled darkly. “That’s it, Shane, push back on me. Get me fully inside this tight ass. The one I own now...”
I wanted to snarl at his words, but he was right. He did own me. And more than just my body. I didn’t even want to try to deny that I’d fallen for Bal. But he didn’t need to sound so smug about it. I pushed up and kissed Sor, our eyes meeting as Bal changed his angle and rhythmically pulled back and slid forward. I bit down on a whimper as pleasure coiled in my spine, tightening my balls.
I bit back another groan and Sor gave a lust drunk smile. “Don’t stop those noises, baby. Let them out. I can’t see, so let me hear how good he’s making you feel.”
Her sultry voice had never sounded more breathless or sexy. So I did. I moaned and I pleaded to come as Bal fucked me into Sorcha. He set the pace and the depth, and a flush rose on her skin covering her breasts and her neck as she moved with us.
“Fuck, fledgling, you were made for me. To take my cock, just like Sor.”
He let go of my hips with one hand and took Sor’s in his grip, keeping us connected as he took me with long, hard thrusts,
“Tell me how good this feels.”
“So good, so fucking good,” I choked out.
He brought Sor’s hand up to his lowered head and looked at her over my shoulder as he held himself deep, his heated, sweat-slick skin against my back.
“I’m going to fuck him hard now, little witch, which means I’m going to fuck you hard too. Can you take it?”
Sor arched her back. “Hard. Make him come inside me.”
I almost smiled at the demand in her voice. I loved seeing her confident enough to voice what she wanted. I ground against her.
