Stan squeezes my shoulders, loosening knots. “Not something you ever need to say sorry for.”
Lix returns soon after, breathless and holding a cold bottle of water. He twists it open and brings it to my lips. I drink, guided by his careful hand.
“Good girl,” he says, watching me with focused concern. “Feeling better?”
His praise has me dizzy for a few seconds, but I nod, swallowing down more water.
Once the lingering heat ebbs, I lift my gaze to him.
“Lix,” I say, calling him as he requested.
His breath catches, and when he smiles, it’s so beautiful that it almost takes my own breath away, but I can’t keep worrying them.
So I smile back as he steps closer, the air between us becoming charged. His eyes dip to my lips, restraint visible in the tension of his jaw.
“Em, if you’re feeling better,” he murmurs, his voice deep and strained. “Would you mind giving us tonight?” His breath brushes my cheek. “One night to see if the three of us fit.”
My answer comes without a second’s hesitation. “No.”
Stan goes still, gray eyes going wide. “What?”
I turn to him, blinking wide as well, realizing how that may have come across. So I clear my throat and try again. “What I mean is no, I don’t mind,” I clarify. “I’d like to see where this night goes too.”
Stan’s grin breaks broadly. “Okay. Yeah. That’s…yeah.”
He leans in, pressing a slow, appreciative kiss to my collarbone.
I close my eyes, letting myself receive it, and letting them take the lead.
Hands move with quiet coordination. I feel them undressing me, every touch tender.
“Wait a sec,” I hear Stan say. “We should talk about who gets to fuck you first, gorgeous.”
Lix sighs heavily. “Stan.”
“Hey, wait, hear me out,” Stan adds quickly. “You should go first, babe. Your dick’s better for easing into her.”
I open my eyes, curiosity overriding, as I study them.
Stan is regarding me as he points at Lix’s tented pants with shameless boldness. “He’s longer but has that perfect tip that’ll part any tight hole.” Stan winks. “He’ll get you ready for me, Em. I’mbig everywhere.”
Lix groans, dragging a hand down his face.
They bicker for a bit while I consider Stan’s suggestion with quiet seriousness, then nod. “I suppose that makes sense.”
Stan beams, looking quite victorious, while Lix lets out another low sound, which sends a shiver of pleasure through me.
“Okay, let me get the good stuff!” Stan says, running off after, toward the adjoined bathroom.
Lix looks over at me with a timid smile, about to speak, when Stan returns swiftly with a small plastic bottle in his hand.
He frowns down at it. “We’re running low on lube, babes.”
I glance at it, then at them, too dazed to understand the problem, since I doubt it’s needed. I can feel how wet I am for both of them, needing to clench my thighs closed to stop myself from spilling into their bedsheets.
Stan’s gray eyes gleam as he smirks. “You know what, though? Isay we get creative…” he starts, resting his hands on my shoulders. “We do thismy wayto get you ready for us, gorgeous.”
He guides me forward until my knees meet the mattress. My hands naturally follow, palms flattening against the bed, by the pillows, as I place myself on all fours.
