“Good girl. Open.”
Without thinking much about it, I face the screen, looking at Grayson as I drop open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Asher reaches around and sticks the toy into my mouth.
“Close.”
I do what he says, feeling odd with the object in my mouth, but I don’t have much time to think about it because I’m so focused on Grayson’s eyes on me and Asher standing behind me. He’s kicking my legs apart and gripping my ass in both his hands, pulling thecheeks apart and I know he can see how wet I am. It’s almost embarrassing the way my body responds to them. All it takes is a simple touch, or some filthy words, and I’m practically putty.
“Fuck, bet you wish you could see how pretty she looks like this,” Asher groans.
“You wet for him, Sunshine? Does having your mouth full like that make you soaked?”
I nod, mumbling around the toy. Asher reaches around, taking it from my mouth, and I gasp for a deep breath because I feel like there’s not enough oxygen in the world.
“I wish you were here,” I plead.
“I know, Sunshine, trust me I do too. I want to see you bent over that table in person, not over this fucking screen.”
I look at the small screen where we’re reflected and see Asher collect spit into his mouth then lets it fall onto my ass. My mouth drops open in a silent gasp, but then he’s rubbing a finger against the tight bud, pushing the tip in and I mewl, circling my hips, wanting more.
“Tell me what he’s doing to you,” Grayson commands.
“He’s um, touching me,” I whine as Asher pushes his finger further into my ass. The feeling is so foreign, but also has me wishing he would touch my pussy at the same time.
“Where is he touching you?”
“My ass,” I whisper.
“How does it feel?”
Asher takes the opportunity to push another finger in alongside the first and I moan, the stretch starting to burn, but also my pussy is flooding. Who knew I was a masochist, because I sure didn’t.
“Tell me,” Grayson commands roughly, and I look up seeing he’s pulled out his cock and is slowly stroking it. I lick my lips at the visual.
“It hurt a little, but now it’s good, kind of. I just want more,” I complain.
“More? You want something filling up that sweet little pussy of yours?”
I nod enthusiastically.
“Patience is good for you,” Asher repeats the words I said to him earlier.
He pulls his fingers from me, but I don’t get a chance to breathe before he’s pushing in the plug. It’s not very big, probably one of the smallest sizes there is, but it’s still a little bigger around than his two fingers and I whimper as he pushes it all the way in.
“It’s in,” Asher says. “Tell Wheeler how it feels.”
“Full,” I moan.
“You can take more though, can’t you baby?” Grayson asks, his hand gripping the head of his cock.
“Of course she can. She wants us both. This body was made to take both of us wasn’t it?” Asher pushes my shirt up my back over my head, and I toss it to the side, letting out a small sound when my bare breasts hit the cool wood table.
I watch on the screen him pull his shirt off, and then he’s grabbing my hip with one hand and tangling my hair with his other. I hardly get to brace before he’s yanking me up by my hair as he sinks into me.
My loud moan fills the room as he fills me. I thought I was full before, but this is even more intense. He fully seats himself in me, and I struggle to catch my breath as I adjust to the feeling.
“Oh fuck, Sunshine,” Grayson groans. I can’t see him because my eyes are closed, and I have no idea what I look like but clearly he likes what he sees.
“Fuck, I didn’t think you could be tighter, good girl,” Asher grinds out. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking hard.”
