And I guessed they must have smelled it.
“Don’t become overwhelmed, sweetheart,” Zion advised. “We’ll take it slowly. Make sure you’re with us at every step.”
“We’re never looking to hurt you,” Boone reminded me.
Like he had back in Minneapolis.
And that was when I remembered how very much I trusted him. Almost from the start.
“Okay,” I breathed out, wondering—not for the first time since seeing his polar bear—what I had gotten myself into.
Training, as it turned out, had levels to it.
After a morning of moaning as Zion slid into me deeper than anyone else had ever been, Ravik took what I could only describe as a “living dilator” turn.
He laid me on my back and carefully applied lube before pushing my knees to my chest for a modified missionary and entering me slowly.
“Too much?” he asked when he was all the way inside with my legs bent over his muscular arms.
No… kind of.
Without the adrenaline from yesterday, even with lots of lube, it was a tighter fit. I found myself adjusting my hips, trying to get a little more comfortable.
Suddenly, Boone was there, lying down beside me with his head propped in one hand. “Okay if I help, sugar?”
I bit my lip and nodded. And he touched me at the top of my slit, rubbing his hand over my mound in a way that sparked pleasure and loosened me up around Ravik’s length, which was shorter than Zion’s, but wider.
With Boone’s handiwork in tandem, the stretch of Ravik went from uncomfortable to “Good… good… oh, god, so good!”
Soon I was moaning. Then I was coming, back arching above Boone’s very capable fingers.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Zion said, despite Ravik pulling out without releasing. “May I help further as we progress to phase three?”
Phase three. That confirmed my suspicion that Zion had been phase one this morning.
I quickly nodded. If phase three was anything like phases one and two, I was more than eager.
“First step: Boone’s going to prepare you,” Ravik said from somewhere I couldn’t see in the room. I guess he was taking over the instruction now that Zion was “helping me further.”
Boone got up, and Zion replaced him beside me. But instead of his hands, Zion got on his knees and used his tongue on my clit while Boone took the position Ravik had ceded and worked two fingers into my channel.
Ostensibly to massage more lube into my quivering core.
But with Zion’s tongue working its magic while he did, I soon found myself contracting around his fingers, whimpering as a second orgasm bloomed underneath his preparations.
“Fuck, you smell so good, sugar,” Boone growled above me. “I wish you were inside our heads with us. Could feel what the sight of you like this does to us.”
My core clenched at his words.
“Can I try?” he asked, voice wrecked, even though he was only touching me.
“Yes, please.”
“You don’t have to say please, baby,” Ravik told me from the shadows. “You never have to say please. Just try to relax.”
I felt like jelly after back-to-back orgasms, so it was an easy command to follow.
Zion moved away as Boone lined himself up to begin pushing in the mushroom tip of his huge manhood.
