I’m going to sink my teeth into this patch of skin when I come.
I abandon the thought to sweep a lock of hair away from her cheek. “Who do you want inside you first? Me or Killer?”
She’s grinding on Killer’s shaft, the tip of his dick shiny with her slick, but at my question, she pauses, peering up at me with dazed eyes. “But I thought… weren’t you going to… uh, you know…”
I lift her chin. “Fuck your pretty little asshole?”
Killian’s head snaps up. “You’re going to what?”
“Don’t worry, baby girl.” The corner of my mouth quirks at the flush that comes over her cheeks, and I can’t help but touch it, stroking my fingers over the warm skin. “There’s room down there for both of us, you know.”
Comprehension dawns over her features, her mouth forming a sweet little ‘o’ as it hits her. “I-I can’t… that’s not…” She wets her lips, eyes wide. “What if it’s too much?”
I shrug, tapping her lips with the head of my cock. “Then we’ll trade off.”
Killian stares at me, biting out a low, “Oh, fuck me.”
She processes this in fits and starts as she mouths at my dick—as she slides against Killer’s cock—as her eyes wander to the sight of Tristian undressing behind me. “Yeah,” she finally decides. It’s almost exactly like when we arrived at the gym. She pushes her shoulders back and nods, features hardening with resolve. “But you first, okay?” she says, eyes shining up at me. “I want my prize.”
Killian’s head flops back to the arm of the couch, fingers digging into her hips. “If I have to sit through him fucking your ass open, then you’re gonna have to cool it with the bump and grind.” The muscle in the back of his jaw ticks when she squirms. “Unless you want me to bust my nut right fucking here.”
Story freezes, tongue peeking out to swipe at her lips as she looks at him. “I understand.”
She’s such a sexy little trooper, too, not even flinching when Tristian kneels onto the couch behind her, the bottle of baby oil clutched in his hand. “All you have to do is relax, sweetheart. We’ll take care of everything.”
The emotion that runs over me as I watch him lift her hips isn’t jealousy, but it’s still possessive and electric. The need to stake my claim and bury myself into her thrums hot in my blood. She’s theirs—ours—and although I’m willing to wait until I can devour her at my own pace, it’s fucking agony to watch Tristian in my place. He was the first to take her mouth. Killer was the first to take her cherry. This one is mine.
“Chill, Rath.” He gives me a quick glance before tipping the bottle, sending a stream of oil right down her crack. “I just want to make sure the two of you don’t tear her up. Let’s do it right.”
My teeth clench, but I stand there and watch as he pushes his fingers down her crease, gathering the slickness. Leaning in to get a better look, I reach out to palm her ass cheek, spreading her wide enough that I can see her sweet, puckered hole pulsating at the first touch of his fingertip. I know from fingering her earlier just how tight that passage is. I squeeze the base of my dick as Tristian pushes inside.
“Oh!” Story’s gasp is almost too quiet to hear.
Killian hears it, though. “Is he in there, little sister?” He surges up to nip at her jaw as his hand wanders between them. I watch it appear from beneath her, Killian’s fingers seeking out Tristian’s. When he finds it buried all the way to the knuckle, Killian groans. “Fuck.” He rears up to pluck a wet, sucking kiss at her gasping mouth. “One day, that’s gonna be me. I’m going to fuck your ass with this fat dick. What do you think about that?” He punctuates this by grabbing his dick and running the head up and down her slit.
She looks like she wants to answer—and from the furl of her brow, I’m guessing it’s going to be something catty and sharp—but then Tristian pushes a second finger in, and the only sound that emerges from her mouth is a high keen.
Tristian’s watching her ass in much the same way I am—heavy-lidded, mouth parted, transfixed by the sight of his fingers sinking inside. “She’s so fucking tight, Rath. You’re going to blow in three seconds flat.”
I shove my fist into his shoulder. “Fuck off. No one can hold their nut like I can.” Bending, I cradle the back of her head and guide it to mine, ripping her away from Killian’s kiss. She seamlessly latches onto my own tongue, letting me feel her silent little grunts as she’s stretched. There’s a wrinkle in her brow that I’m not sure I like, and it makes me ask, “You good, baby?” I’ve fucked a couple girls up the ass before, and they always complained about it hurting, wanting me to get it over with quick. That’s not my style. I want to be buried in that ass for hours. I want it to remember me for days.