Cole snorts. “You two are so terrible it’s actually cute. Get out of your head, Rin and justfeel.Don’t overthink it.” When I don’t just throw myself at one of them or whatever he was picturing, he chuckles and steps closer. “I know you told us to follow your lead here, but mind if I step in for a bit?”
I practically throw my panties at him in thanks, as relieved as his words make me. “Please?”
He wastes no time stepping forward and tilting my chin up, kissing me slowly at first. He doesn’t rush anything, just savors the moment until the tension starts to bleed from my shoulders and I sink into his touch. Only when I start meeting every roll of his tongue with enthusiasm does Ares step behind me, trailing his hand up my thigh and between my legs.
Cole’s palm settles on the nape of my neck, keeping me captive as he plunders my mouth. I quickly grow to resent the scrap of lacy cotton between my legs, Ares keeping the thin barrier between us for now. Every stroke of his fingers I tense, waiting for one to slip inside of me, but I’m left aching.
“Tell us what you want,” Cole murmurs, pulling back just enough to leave me wanting.
“I-“ My mouth snaps closed, the words lodging in my throat.I want Ares to stop teasing me and push my panties aside already.
A mischievous glint lights up his already bright blue eyes.“He can’t hear you, remember? You’re going to have to actually tell him.”
I nearly shriek in frustration, feeling embarrassed voicing anything like this out loud. As his fingers brush across my clit again, another wave of arousal assaults me and a needy whimper slips out that urges me to just go for it. If they give me a hard time about it, they aren’t the kind of people I want to be sleeping with anyway. This sort of thing requires a level of trust that’s nerve-wracking, but ultimately? I do. I trust them more than I even wanted to admit to myself, but the realization helps to bolster my courage.
“I want Ares to fuck me already. Because if I don’t come soon, I’m going to scream.”
He growls against my neck as Cole rumbles his approval, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple of condoms. He passes one to Ares and next thing I know, he spins me around to face him and lifts me off of the ground. My legs wrap around Ares’ waist instantly and his cock grinds against me.
His hand slips between us to shove my underwear to the side and in the next second, he’s thrusting into me. I groan, adjusting to the way he stretches me slowly despite both of our desperation. By the time he sinks in to the hilt, I’m panting and squirming against him.
“Fuck,” he draws out, putting a hand on the door to brace himself as he pushes me against the wood. He withdraws just enough to leave me wanting before snapping his hips, slamming into me as I cry out. My hands fist his shirt, helpless to do more than hold on for the ride as he ratchets up my desire to a boiling point.
The cockblock gene must run strong in shifters though, because just as I start to fall apart, teetering on that edge, he flips our position. He adjusts his hold to band one arm around my back and the other grips my thigh.
Before I can even ask, I feel Cole kissing my bare shoulder and trailing a hand over my ass under my skirt. “You’re killing me here,” he murmurs against my skin. “Watching you, hearing you, but not touching. Let me help, hmm? Let me be the one to make you fall apart while you ride my brother’s cock, while you become ours.”
Ares flexes his hips, pushing deeper inside of me and a moan slips out before I can contain it. “Yes,” I breathe, arching into his touch. “Please.”
He starts pinching and rolling my clit while I grip Ares’ shoulder for leverage, riding him as best as I can from this angle. Cole pauses long enough to grip the side of my underwear, tearing it with minimal effort. He does the same to the remaining scrap of fabric before casting them aside, toying with me once more.
He reaches away for a moment before brushing his oil-slicked fingers over my ass and I jump. But as Ares’ cock hits the perfect spot, I groan, leaning my head back on Cole’s shoulder.
“Just keep breathing,” he praises, nipping at my exposed throat and working a finger in.
There’s a burning pain at first, more foreign pressure than anything, but it fades as they continue to distract me with their other touches. When he works a second in, I take a sharp breath, exhaling slowly as he continues to work them until it’s more pleasure than pain.
I start rocking between them, the occasional pinch sending another wave of arousal through me. When I start to come, I turn my head, biting into the crook of Cole’s neck to muffle my cries. My orgasm rocks through me hard and fast, leaving me a trembling mess, but it only manages to take the edge off.
“Shit, I don’t know how long I can hold out,” Ares mutters, rocking slowly to try to stretch things out rather than chasing his own relief.
My cheeks heat, but I still force the words out. “You can keep going. If you want, I mean,” I offer to Cole and he hesitates for only a moment.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Ares groans as I roll my hips, giving me a bit more confidence. “We can always stop. But I’m not opposed to trying.”
As he tears open another condom I lean forward, riding Ares and capturing his mouth. It’s not the most comfortable position, but still better than fumbling around in the backseat of the truck. I remind myself to take slow breaths as I feel the head of his cock pressing against my ass, cursing into Ares’ mouth as Cole starts to force his way inside.
It was uncomfortable with a couple of fingers, but that was a walk in the park compared to an actual dick. Tears burn the back of my eyes as I’m stretched to the point of pain, and I go rigid, focused on sucking down my next breath beyond anything else.
“You don’t have to,” Ares assures me, smoothing my hair off of my face and looking at me with such endearment it steals my already ragged breath away. “You don’t need to prove anything, love. And you don’t owe either of us a single thing.”
I exhale slowly, shaking my head. “Just, more lube maybe? And keep playing with my clit; it doesn’t hurt as much then.”
“We should wait until we can pick up some toys,” Cole suggests, not pressing any deeper, but not pulling out either. “Because I don’t really want to use anything from here.”
“Nope, I can do this.” I swallow, but feel confident in my decision. “Already halfway there, so might as well go all the way.”
