Cole rubbed his chin. “You know, I saw this video once…” He stared at me, and then the bed again.
Oh, this was too darn funny. I snorted.
“I have no clue how to do this, either.” Brent shrugged and pointed at me. “Unless, you have any bright ideas, hush up and let the big boys figure this one out.”
I choked. And busted up.
Brent grinned, snagging me around the waist. He tumbled on his back bring me with him. I sprawled over him, legs straddling him and my heated core rubbed against his cock.
Instantly, I stopped laughing and groaned, pushing against him.
From behind me, Cole grunted and murmured, “Well, that’ll do, too. I don’t really think we’re ready for what I saw on that video. Those people had to be double jointed or something.”
Brent laughed and kissed my nose. “This should be the easiest way.” He tilted his head to look at Cole. “Plus, I’m notdouble jointed. So don’t even suggest anything that I’ll end up breaking a bone.”
Cole snickered, and I heard the K-Y bottle snapping open. With that sound, I started to tremble. This might hurt a smidge. Brent’s fingers were one thing, but Cole’s cock was something else entirely.
Brent’s gaze met mine and he smiled at me tenderly, lopsided and all, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He brushed my hair back and brought my face down, kissing me softly. Our eyes never closed as he caressed my lips carefully, stroking his thumbs over my cheeks. My trembling quickly decreased and Brent smiled against my mouth.
Cole handed over the bottle to Brent when he was through and Brent released me to apply it to himself.
When he was done, things stalled again when I asked what I thought was a simple question. Luckily, it didn’t take as long as before.
“Um, who goes first?” I asked quietly as Brent began to run his fingers up and down my arms, gentling me further.
Both froze, apparently thrown for a moment. They thought it through silently.
I watched Brent and he seemed to come to a decision. He tilted his head again to glance at Cole. “I’m thinking it should be you. She’ll probably be tighter if I’m already in before you and it could possibly hurt her.”
Cole agreed.
Decision made Cole knelt behind me, between Brent’s bent legs. Cole asked Brent spread his legs wider before he tilted my fanny up in the air more. Brent just watched my face as Cole ran his hands up and down my back to my behind. It took me a moment to realize I hadn’t even flinched when he had touched my scars.
I didn’t have long to dwell on that, though, because he was soon situated at my rear. He pressed gently with the crown of his cock against my anus. My eyes bulged. Way friggin’ different than Brent’s fingers.
“Shh. It’ll be all right, darlin’,” Brent hushed me immediately.
Cole froze with barely the tip of his head inside.
“Ember?” Cole asked quietly.
“Just keep goin’,” I whispered.
“Brent, tell me if I hurt her,” Cole ordered.
Brent agreed just as seriously, “I will.”
Cole shifted his hips and rotated gently as he pressed further.
I tried breathing through it.
His head slipped inside, and he grunted softly. Little by little, he slowly pushed in and out. Amazingly, I found that when I pushed my muscles against him, he seemed to slide in easier. It happened by accident when he thrust too quickly once and, reflexively, I pushed back to stop the entry.
He began breathing hard as he thrust in deliberate, tiny increments. It was killing him to go slow. I could feel it in the way he gripped my hips and trembled against me. It didn’t hurt so much as I breathed steadily, so I pushed back with my arms on his next thrust.
I choked on a scream as he slid in too far too fast.
“Don’t move!” Cole ordered sternly, panting. “Let me handle this, sweetheart.”
