“Have you ever done this before?” Linc asks.
“Anal, yes. The rest of this… no.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous about all of this, but I trust these men. I know they will take care of me, and I can’t imagine anything with them being bad.
“Did you like it?” Wyatt asks, tweaking my nipple between two of his fingers.
“I’ve only done it one time, and it was okay. I love doing it by myself, though,” I confess. They all freeze, mouths going slack.
“You fuck your ass when you masturbate?” Wyatt asks, wide-eyed.
“Sometimes,” I say with a shrug.
Kane groans, burying his face in my neck.
“Fingers?” Linc asks.
“Yes.”
“Toys?” he asks.
“Yes.”
His eyes darken even farther than they were before. “What kind?”
I kind of want to see if those eyes can get darker, so I give them a detailed list. “Dildos, vibrators, plugs, vibrating plugs, anal beads.”
Linc’s eyes do indeed grow even darker. The tension in his jaw is visible from how hard he’s clenching his teeth. He’d better knock it off, or this night is going to end with an emergency dental visit instead of him buried inside of me.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” Kane mumbles against my neck. He hasn’t moved since he nuzzled in there a minute ago. “I can’t get the image out of my head.”
“I’m going to need a live show one of these days. And I want to see this vast collection of butt paraphernalia,” Wyatt says.
I’m not going to disappoint him by admitting I made half of that list up. It isn’t that I would be against trying those things. I just don’t own some of the toys I so confidently rattled off.
Linc grabs my ankles, sliding them up the bed until my knees are bent. My attention is lasered in on him as he drizzles lube onto two of his fingers. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“I won’t,” I say.
“Abby,” he growls. “I need to know you will tell me if we hurt you.”
“I will,” I say.
I know it won’t get even close to that point, but he needs to hear me say it. He needs to know I won’t just give in because I think it’s what they want.
But I want this with every cell in my body. I’ve never been one to bend to the whims of others, and I don’t plan on changing that now.
Linc slides his fingers around the tight rim. I let out a shuddered breath at the instant feeling of nerves igniting. He spreads the lube around, teasing me until I’m desperate for him to breach the ring of muscle and slide inside of me.
I let out a relieved breath that morphs into a groan as he eases one finger inside. He slowly works it in and out until he’s able to add a second.
There’s a slight twinge of discomfort, but Kane’s lips pressing to mine is the perfect distraction.
When Linc adds a third finger, Wyatt's fingers strum over my clit. I relax into it, wanting even more. “I’m ready,” I pant between kisses.
“Not yet,” Linc says. “I don’t want this to hurt.”
I groan, letting my head fall back onto the pillows. I grind my hips against Linc’s fingers that are slowly sliding in and out of me, ever so slowly stretching me open for them. After what feels like a lifetime, his fingers slide free.
The emptiness feels like it’s going to claw me open. I need them inside of me in one way or another right now.
