“It's true.” Ethan said, leaning over Mal to look at me. “You're special Rosebud.”
No one had ever told me that before and it made me swell with pride. These two gorgeous men wantedme.
“How should we celebrate?” Malcolm asked, kissing me softly.
“Celebrate?” I asked, chuckling softly. “Celebrate what?”
“Us.” He hummed easily.
“I think Rosebud should peg you.” Ethan rumbled.
“Ohh, I can't say no to a good pegging.” He teased, wagging his brows. “What do you say, flower?”
“You'd really let me?” I blinked. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in doing that to a man. My ex was so against it, I had given up asking.
“Of course. I want you to have all of me.”
“I don't have a toy or anything here.” I pulled my lip between my teeth. “I'm not saying no.”
“I do.” Ethan said, getting up and going to the closet. He rummaged around before coming back with a medium sized black and purple dildo and a pink harness.
“Why do you have this?” I squinted my eyes, watching him come closer.
“I have an array of toys all set to please you in every way.” He smirked, running his eyes over us.
“Every way, huh?” I asked, a coy smile dancing on my lips.
“Flower, it's practically the holy grail of sex toys. He haseverything.” Malcolm chuckled, moving off me and wagging his brows before pushing his pants down, revealing his half hard, pierced cock.
My mouth went dry and my eyes went wide. I had felt his cock and knew about his piercings, seeing it though? It was a whole different ball game. “How did that fit inside me?”
He laughed, tossing his head back. “Very carefully, flower.” Mal leaned down to kiss me.
Ethan came over, holding out a hand for me. “Have you ever worn a strap on before?”
“Never.” I took his hand, sitting up. “Always wanted to try, but never had a partner interested.”
“Now you do.” Ethan rumbled low in his throat and pulled me off the bed and to my feet. “I'll put it on you.”
My face flushed and I nodded slowly. “This is really happening?”
“If you want it to, Rosebud.” Ethan said, gently squeezing my hand. “Nothing has to happen that you don't want.”
“I'm just still trying to wrap my head around the fact you both want me. Like have you seen you guys?” I huff out a nervous laugh.
“Have you seen yourself?” Malcolm asked, his hands gripping my hips from behind. “You're a fucking goddess, Blake.”
My face heated and I looked up at Ethan, searching his eyes for a sign that Mal was full of shit.
“Our perfect goddess.” Ethan gripped my chin before two fingers and kissed me gently. “You're perfect, Rosebud.”
Ethan’s hands ran under my shirt, roaming my body. “Have you ever seen statues of Aphrodite?”
“Yes.” I groaned softly when he cupped my breasts.
“You put them to shame.” He growled, massaging my breasts through my bra.
“Don't say that, she'll get mad.” I gasped, arching against his touch.
