Then Lan’s fingers slipped inside her pu**y. One, at first, and then two. He didn’t linger inside, but scissored and stretched her, as though massaging the nagging little ache that had taken up residence after his possession.
She wasn’t thinking about anything like soreness now, just about how she was going to get him to give her a third finger. She wasn’t full enough. Her mouth was lovingly full of Dane, but her pu**y wasn’t. Landon had given her his big cock, and now she couldn’t handle anything less.
Cooper’s fingers continued to pluck the sensitive tips of her br**sts, squeezing and nipping her in perfect time.
She sucked at Dane, trying to keep her attention on his c**k as Lan pulled out. She could feel Dane’s c**k swell in her mouth, his hips starting to move.
“Stop.” Dane pulled gently on her hair.
Alea didn’t want to stop. She wanted to keep going until he’d filled her mouth, but he was insistent.
“I’m too close,” he explained. “And I want to be in your pu**y the first time I come with you. I want to feel that tight cunt of yours gripping me as I get off.”
He moved back, getting to his knees and moving away. “Landon, let’s get started.”
Started? It felt like they’d finished, and she couldn’t stand the thought. Even though she’d made love with Landon and Cooper not thirty minutes before, she needed Dane to fill her.
“This is going to be a little cold, baby,” Dane warned.
Something liquid and chilly slid between her ass cheeks. She couldn’t help the gasp that came from her chest. “What are you doing?”
She had a suspicion.
“I told you. We’re preparing you,” Dane said, as someone pulled her cheeks apart.
“Preparing me?” She’d known deep down they would want this, but already? Now?
Dane’s chuckle played along her spine as he kissed her right at the small of her back. “Yes, Lea. I’m prepping you to take all of us. I won’t accept less, and you shouldn’t either. One of us will fill your pu**y, another one your mouth. Then the last one will squeeze into your sinful ass. We’ll share you. Eventually, you’ll take all of us in every way. Do you understand what the word sharing means, baby?”
If she hadn’t before, she did now. Dane’s words painted her a vivid mental picture. Now she understood what Piper meant when she talked about being sore in triplicate.
“Maybe we should talk about this,” Alea said, trying to turn back to see them.
A loud smack cracked through the air, and she was gasping. Two smacks. Three. Dane kept it up, smacking her ass over and over until she’d counted to ten. Tears pricked her eyes, but by the fourth slap of his hand against her, she felt the sweet heat sinking in and making her shiver with need.
“We’re not talking, Lea,” Dane said, a deep command in his voice. “We’re preparing.”
Cooper leaned close to her ear, his tongue sliding over the shell. “You can always say stop, but god, your skin is so pretty all pink. I like watching you get spanked and I’m going to like watching you get plugged.”
“Plugged?”
Cooper smiled, his gorgeous face coming into view. He took Dane’s place, but leaned toward her, pressing their lips together. “It’s a nice little plug. Pink. We bought it for you.”
“Landon saved the anal plug, but not the condoms?” They needed to talk about Lan’s priorities.
A hand slid up her spine as she felt a firm pressure against her anus. Oh, god. They were touching her there. She’d never been touched there. She shivered at the forbidden feeling. Pressure built, a jangly pleasure-pain shocking her system.
“The plug set was in another case, along with the lube and the whip. But the nipple clamps are gone. I mourn them.” Cooper kissed her again. “We bought everything special for you. Tal has this guy.”
She could just bet. Her cousin was a pervert of the first order. She could imagine that Tal had a Royal Toy Maker on staff. It had likely been very easy for her boys to make an appointment. “You brought all this stuff with you?”
Dane sent her a low chuckle. “We had to hurry. We thought we’d have weeks to start to get you into the right mode of thinking, but then we found out about your little getaway and we hauled ass to kit up.”
The pressure was starting to get to her. No pain. Not at all. Just an oddly intimate sensation as someone pressed something against the rosette of her ass. She tried to concentrate on their words. Kit up. Most people would just pack things like clothes and toiletries, but not her guys. No. They had to make sure they had all the finest sexual aids. “So you picked out a butt plug for me?”
Not exactly the gift she’d thought she’d get.
“Not just one. We picked out a whole set,” Cooper explained. “And right now they’re not using the plug. Landon is using his finger. He lubed up his finger and he’s stretching you.”