Deke had given up this opportunity because he wanted it to be good for her? Had he goaded Luc into this on purpose?
“This will be a little cold and slippery,” Luc warned.
A second later, Kimber felt his fingers probing her back entrance, spreading the cool lube in and around her puckered opening. She shivered.
Doubt assailed her suddenly. Luc, while always gentle with her, was not a small man. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to handle him. Maybe it would hurt too much.
Maybe—
Luc caressed her cheeks gently, then parted them. “Relax. Remember to push down as I push in. You’ll be fine. I’ll make it good.” He placed a tender kiss at the small of her back, and Kimber knew he’d do everything in his power to give her pleasure, minimize the pain. She exhaled.
Then she felt him, slick and hard against her back entrance. He pushed in a fraction, and his head entered her. Pressure but not pain. Good.
Gripping her hips, Luc whispered, “Now, push down.” Kimber did, gritting her teeth. He thrust once, twice, blocked by the ring of muscle there.
He cursed, his fingers digging into her hips. She whimpered at the sharp edge of pain slicing into her. Instantly, Deke was there in front of her, on the sofa. “Shh. It’s okay, kitten.”
“Damn. I need to push harder,” Luc said.
She gave them both a shaky nod. Deke gripped her hands. A slight withdrawal, a fresh grip on her hips, and Luc surged forward, the head of his c**k popping past the resistant ring of muscle. She gasped as pain burst, then slowly dissipated.
Fullness took its place. Jumping nerve endings awoke with new possibilities.
“Is it done?” she whispered.
“About halfway,” Luc croaked. “The hard part is over. Are you okay?” Was she? Experiencing something new, not sure if she was feeling pleasure or pain or something in the middle, opening herself to an act she’d scarcely thought of, was she okay?
Once glance at Deke’s face told her yes. Taut with pleasure and expectation, he loved it. Watching? Or just knowing that when it was his turn, the slide in would be easier? Either way, the fact that she was submitting to Luc now both pleased and aroused Deke and somehow made it okay. More than okay.
“I’m good.” She nodded. “Go.”
“Damn you’re tight, sweetheart,” Luc ground out. “I won’t last long.” There was no opportunity to reply, and Kimber supposed he didn’t need one, not when he shoved forward again, easing in another few inches. The pressure increased, and she mewled, arching her back. He slid in another inch. She gasped.
“Almost there…” With a last, frantic grab of her hips and a growl, Luc thrust inside her ass to the hilt.
Kimber cried out at the sudden, sharp sensations. Not pleasure, not pain; somewhere in the middle. An odd feeling of suspension, even as her knees became numb. And a total feeling of being mastered.
Deke brushed her hair away from her face. “God, you look sexy.” Then he glanced up at Luc, and she could see that their eyes met over her back. “Fuck her.” Luc didn’t answer, he simply drew back, all the way to the ring of muscle, then slid home. The friction made her gasp. Again, the pleasure/pain, the fullness and pressure, they made her writhe, toss back her head, and struggle to take it. Even as she knew she’d take it again gladly. Everything about her felt…alive.
“Touch your clit.” Luc’s voice sounded strained. “I want to feel you come.” No chance of her not coming, really. The newness of it all, and the rapture on Deke’s face as he watched her reaction to being all pumped full of pleasure. And Luc’s cock, strong but gentle, slowly picking up the pace. Slowly driving her toward oblivion.
Being obedient appealed at the moment, and she touched her fingers to her clit.
Not just wet but soaking. In fact, cream dripped down her thighs. Had she ever been this aroused? Deke and Luc were a powerful one-two sucker punch to her self-control.
Amazing, she thought, feeing the sexy chef thrust into her again. Her clit pulsed under her fingers, and she rubbed. Tendrils of pleasure spread like the parts of a spider web, delicate and far reaching. Shocking. Kimber heard moaning, and realized the sound had come from her.
The sweet ache of Luc’s invasion and the sharp edge of pleasure she gave herself was about to send her into the stratosphere.
“Oh, hell. She’s rippling around me.”
“You gonna come, kitten?” Deke whispered in her ear.
Kimber could only cry out and arch her back a bit more. Luc slid deeper and hissed, digging his fingers into her hips. He f**ked her harder. Her nerve endings jumped in approval. God, she’d never imagined this would be so consuming.
“Suck his cock,” Luc ordered.
Deke’s gaze bounced up to meet Luc’s. Whatever he saw there calmed him. When he lowered his gaze to her, those blue eyes pleaded with her. He took his c**k in his hand and eased himself closer to her mouth.