“Aw, fuck, are you two making out?” Stan’s voice cracks, words garbled with his mouth still full of Lix. “Without me?”
Closing my eyes, I feel Lix’s laugh against my smile. “Mm,” he hums into our kiss. “Em, I promise we’ll stretch you well. Can I get inside you soon?”
I breathe in the fresh sweetness wafting from Lix. This close to him—kissing him—makes me realize how his scent alone could drive me wild with wanton thoughts.
“Yes, please, Lix,” I whisper, opening my eyes with the flutter of my lashes. “I trust you.”
His half-lidded stare rattles my spine. “Makes me really happy to hear that, Em.”
“I’m…” My voice goes hoarse around the words. “I’m happy too, to give you both my body tonight.”
Stan gasps for air under us. “Onlytonight?” he squeaks, sounding shocked.
Lix sighs as he sits back, leaving my line of sight. “Stan, we’re trying this out. That’s what we agreed to.”
“Who the hell’swe?” Stan asks indignantly as he runs his finger between my cheeks, then down to my dripping folds.
Whimpering, the rattling inside me feels more like electric shivers running through my body, begging for more of their touch.
They’ve gone quiet the entire time my body’s trembling with need.
“Em, you’re shaking,” Lix says, sounding concerned.
“Please…” I repeat, my voice trailing off in a desperate hiss.
Words don’t gather as fast as my body’s insistent demands. So I rock my hips back, feeling Stan’s mouth breathing warm air into me, as well as his exploring finger sliding in slowly to stretch me.
“Fuck, yeah,” Stan says, so pleased that more of that electric feeling jolts my spine. “Gonna put my finger all the way in, gorgeous.”
He slides it in fully, coaxing moans from me.
“So good, so wet,” Stan whispers. “Lix is gonna fuck you first. He’ll get you ready for more, Em.”
“Y-Yes…” I whine without much thought, only need. “That sounds—”
A cry rips out of me before I finish as Stan slides another finger in, stretching and curling inside my clenching core.
“Those sounds you make, Em,” Stan says with a low whistle. “Needto make that my ringtone.”
“Stan…” Lix draws a deep breath in.
“You’re so right, babe.” I can hear the mischief in Stan’s voice. “My ringtone should bebothof you moaning for me.”
Lix blows out the breath he took. “Pass the lube,” he tells Stan.
There’s some sounds behind me—the bottle cap opening, the squelch of a squeeze, and Lix positioning himself.
Stan withdraws his fingers, using his hands to spread me for Lix’s tip, prodding at my soaking entrance.
Squirming, I roll my hips, eager to feel Lix inside me. “Please, Lix.”
“You better beg like that for me too, gorgeous,” Stan says, his tongue darting and tasting my throbbing bud.
“Ah!” I scream as Lix slowly slips his length inside me, while Stan licks my clit.
“Is that a good or bad scream, Em?” Lix asks as he stalls his thrust.
I clench around his size, wanting him to move while more whimpers leave my lips. “It’s good,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop.”
