Which was stupid. Heknewthat. But it didn’t stop him from squirming and groaning helplessly into the sheets, even as his cock leaking onto the pillows bunched beneath him.
David murmured something that sounded complimentary to both Reese’s ass and Mati’s technique, but Reese was too far gone to understand. Mati’s tongue swirled, the point tickling up the valley of his ass before stroking down, broad and flat, to swirl over him again.
Reese lost track of time. Of place. Of everything but Mati and what she did. Over and over. His back ached from the tight arch he held, lifting his ass to Mati’s touch. He was making a lot of noise but couldn’t control it. Mati coaxed the sounds out of him with each pass of her tongue. But when she stabbed the tip into the center of all those nerves, Reese’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, the cotton beneath his lips damp from his panted breaths.
Then her breath hitched and she cried out.
“What? What’s happening?” Reese gasped, wishing he could see.
Mati rocked against him, her tongue wedging into him further, opening him up, then gone.
A needy noise tore from Reese’s throat as cool air rushed over his wet skin.
“God, David,” Mati murmured against Reese’s skin, her lips skimming across the swell of his ass.
“What’s he doing?” Reese asked desperately. It was fucking hard work to form whole sentences when someone was rimming you within an inch of your life.
“Fingers,” Mati gasped, the tip of one of her own slipping into Reese. She hooked her knuckle against his tight rim and tugged.
“Oh god,” he groaned. “Is he doing this to you? Is he opening you up?”
Mati nodded, which served to thrust her tongue along a thousand nerve endings in ways that made Reese whimper.
“Fuck, Reese,” she moaned, her hand digging into his hip for support. “His fingers are much bigger than mine.”
“That’s okay,” Reese said, nonsensically, very aware of her finger still inside him.
“Give him more,” David suggested, voice low.
Reese’s stomach clenched, and he jolted when cool liquid tickled down sensitive skin. Mati caught the lube with her fingers, pulling free of his hole and circling a few times before two slid back in.
Reese shoved back, and her fingers sank into him to the third knuckle, the tips glancing over his prostate. She immediately began to fuck him, just like that.
“David, David,please,” Mati cried out.
“Oh my god, you two are killing me,” Reese groaned, laughing helplessly and clenching his fingers in his hair.
“He’s got…” Mati said, the words trailing off until she bit out, “Two in each.”
Oh Jesus.Reese closed his eyes and pictured David’s thick fingers disappearing into Mati’s pussy and ass, all while she had her fingers buried in Reese.
Reese’s sac drew up tight, his imagination and Mati’s wicked fingers dragging him to the edge. “God, I want to see.”
“You will,” David promised.
Reese nodded, though he didn’t know what the hell that meant. It didn’t matter. Mati was scissoring her fingers.
“Have you broken me?” he wondered aloud when his body quickly gave in to her demands.
Mati kissed beside her fingers. “Is something wrong?” she asked.
He could feel a third finger nudging at his hole and he held his breath, waiting for it. When it came, the stretch was glorious. Just a hint of burn. He loved it, but it was nothing like it had been before.
“Why is this so easy?”
Mati laughed, the slightly hysterical sound abruptly cut off with a groan. “Speak for yourself.”
“She hasn’t had as much recent practice as you,” David said, his voice muffled. “Come on, sweetheart, you can take it,” he encouraged her. “So tight. Not like Reese. He opens up so quickly now.”
