Bastian pulls his fingers out slow, my hole clenching around nothing as he squirts lube straight onto his cock from base to tip. He grips my thighs hard enough to bruise and inches closer. The crown of his cock nudges my rim.
Too hard, too hot, too fucking real.
My chest closes up, but I fight the need to take in air so I don’t have to stop kissing Haven and acknowledge what Rooke’s doing to me.
Until he starts teasing me with his tip—dragging it over my asshole, pushing every time he’s directly over my hole—because then it’s impossible to concentrate on anything else.
It feels too fucking good.
I break away from Haven’s kiss with a guttural groan.
“Color,” Rooke says, his voice strained like he’s struggling to keep himself in check.
“Yellow,” I blurt out.
“Got it,” he says. And for some fucked up reason, I believe him.
Maybe that’s why I trust him enough to be doing this in the first place. Or maybe I just need as much of him as he’s willing to give.
Every kiss, every touch…every fucking inch.
“Deep breath for me, boy.”
Haven kisses along my jaw. “You’re gonna feel so full, baby, just like I did when you were both inside me.”
My nails dig into her shoulder as I try to prepare myself.
As soon as I take a reluctant, shuddering breath, Rooke’s hips move.
The head of his cock pushes against my hole. It feels impossibly big, too big to fit, but with a hard nudge and a grunt, he breaches.
“Jesus—fuuuck,” I half-yell, half-groan.
The stretch electrifies every nerve in my body. It hurts so much more than I thought it would. It feels so much better than I could ever, ever have imagined.
So I don’t stop him.
Because I don’t want to.
I need this.
I needhim.
“Oh my God, Kai,” Haven murmurs, sounding so fucking horny and excited it amps everything up to a nine. “You’re taking him so good.”
I drag in a breath as my ass yields inch by burning inch to Rooke’s thick cock.
“Color,” he asks.
“Green,” I hear myself whine. “Just…fuck, keep going. Keep fucking going!”
“That’s my good boy.” Rooke bottoms out, his balls snug against my ass.
He holds perfectly still for a long, frustrating moment, then rocks forward and wraps his fingers over my throat. Haven’s hand sneaks between our bodies, and when she starts jerking me off, I let out the most shameful sound I’ve ever heard myself make—something between a whine and a moan.
“Ready for me to fuck your tight virgin hole?” Rooke growls in my ear.
“Yes,” Haven answers for me, squeezing my cock hard enough to hurt. “Make him bleed, Bastian.”
