you tell us to stop. You hear me?"
"I do trust you already, and it won't be too much. The only thing that's too much is this waiting." She stretched so she could look over her shoulder. Her eyes widened at the sight of Brian spreading lube on his condom-covered cock.
"Darlin', one of these days we're going to tie you to the bed, and tease your clit and ass until you beg us to let you come." Brian met her gaze. "You need to let us set the pace sometimes, and stop pushing us."
"But y'all both get so masterful when I push you." She gave him a smile that felt sexy as hell. He seemed to like that smile, because his cock bobbed.
He nodded. "Ropes and feathers and vibrators it is, then. But later. Much, much later." He snuggled up behind her and kissed her neck. "Lay your head on Chase, sweet thing. I'm finally going to take this luscious ass of yours."
Carrie had no choice. Chase easily arranged her the way they both wanted her. And then he reached down between their bodies and began to play his fingers back and forth across her pussy.
Her clit jumped up, the horny little thing, and did its best to get his attention, too.
Chase fastened his mouth on hers and kissed her, his lips sliding, his tongue mating with hers, a languid kind of waltz that he led with a kind of fierce reverence. Brian kissed her neck and shoulder, and played his hands against her ass, caressing her with deep and sultry strokes. He added more lube, and then he edged his hips closer and settled the tip of his cock against her anus.
Carrie moaned as Brian's cock began to press into her. He felt so much larger - and so much hotter - than the largest butt plug they'd given her. Unexpected, her body reacted to the real thing differently than it had to the plugs. Her arousal spiked, her heart pounded, and her pussy became wetter than wet.
"Mmm, you love that, don't you, sugar? Your cunt is dripping on my fingers." Chase slid his fingers just inside her pussy and spread her juices over her labia and her clit. Then he caressed her, back and forth, driving her wild.
Carrie couldn't believe how hot she was, or how needy she was for Brian's cock in her ass. She whimpered and pushed against him, and though they'd asked her to relax, she began to clench, the same way she would squeeze their cocks when they were inside her cunt.
Brian sucked in a breath and clamped onto her ass with his hands. "Don't, darlin'. Stay still. Your ass feels so damn good, it's hard for me to take you gently as it is."
The burn of her rosette stretching began to morph into a pain more powerful, more present than anything she'd ever felt. But rather than kill her arousal, this pain fed it a whole new dimension of hot. She needed more. She needed all. "Fuck gently. Damn it, Brian, take me. Please!"
Brian's laughter sounded strained.
"Darlin', you're killing me, here." He kissed her shoulder again, and then nipped her there lightly with his teeth. "I don't want to hurt you, Carrie. I could. I could hurt you very badly doing this. Now behave and let me take you the way I need to take you."
She didn't want to behave, but the strain in his voice and the pain in his words compelled her.
Relax my muscles and clamp down on my inner nympho? Carrie nearly laughed herself, but then Brian eased up slightly, and then he pressed in again.
Carrie gasped as her body admitted him, and his cock slid slowly and deeply into her ass.
"Oh, God."
"Yeah, me, too. Hold still. Fuck, this is incredible." Brian rested his head against her neck. She could feel the tension in him as he fought for breath and control, and she could only whimper in response.
"Okay, darlin'. Here we go."
He moved inside her, a very slow in-and-out fucking unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She shook as arousal filled every inch of her.
Carrie slipped her arms around Chase's neck and closed her eyes as tiny little explosions of bliss began to detonate all over her body. Each time Chase's fingers came close to her clit she thought she would go mad. Her orgasm held back, just there, so close, tempting and taunting. Thinking ceased, and all of her senses gave up their domains, turning into sensory slaves, waiting