Killer and I share a dark look.
Okay.
O-fucking-kay.
“Rath.” Tristian leans back, dipping his head to watch as his fingers slip free. “I think she’s ready for you.”
My finger’s still knuckle-deep, so I give it a couple of testing thrusts. Part of me is annoyed Tristian doesn’t trust me to do this myself. I’d be patient, teasing, methodical as I got her loose and slick for my cock. A bigger part of me knows Tristian would be more careful, though. This is her first time, after all. She deserves the care he’s taken just as much as she deserves the tender look in Killer’s eyes when he shifts her hips, getting her in position for me. She deserves for someone to soothe away that nervous spark filling her eyes, which is why Tristian reaches up to give her shoulders a slow massage.
“You’ve got this, sweetheart.”
Suddenly, the thought of doing this with her upstairs, all alone, seems completely fucking unappealing.
Tristian gives her shoulder one last kiss before climbing off the couch. I take his place, accepting the bottle of oil when he tosses it to me. “I know I don’t need to tell you to take it slow,” he says, watching as I get my dick nice and slick. “Just go easy.”
He gives me a look, and I hear what he’s not saying.
Make it good.
Make her like it.
Don’t ruin it for her.
Don’t ruin it for the rest of us.
“Yeah,” I reply, tossing the bottle somewhere on the floor. “Consider me sex refereed, Tris.”
Story wriggles her hips impatiently, and from this vantage, I can see the sweat beginning to bead up on her lower back. I rake my teeth over my lip as I take in the view: Story straddling Killer’s hips, his legs spread wide enough to accommodate the knee I’ve got digging into the couch cushion, the curve of her spine as she bows her back, putting everything on display for me.
“Shit,” I mutter, grabbing each ass cheek and spreading her wide open. My dick falls right into the crease and I follow, thrusting against the warm, oiled skin. I could easily get off just like this, fucking her ass crack like some horny fresher.
“Dimitri?” One of her dark eyes peers at me over her shoulder and I clear my throat, trying to stay focused.
“I’ve got you,” I say, using one hand to grab my dick while the other guides her hip. I can feel Tristian’s presence beside me, and I know his eyes are glued to the head of my cock, pressing up against her hole. “Ready, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Look at me,” Killian says, cradling the back of her skull.
I push, gentle at first, and then harder, forcing the head of my cock past the resistance. Her sharp, loud gasp is like static in my ears over the hammer of my pulse, and I grunt, “Ah, fuck…” Her ass is so goddamn hot, I’m regretting all that talk about being able to make this slow, because the only thing I want to do is slam right into her. I gnash my teeth, using my free hand to sweep up her back.
Killian’s whispering things to her as he holds her close, but only snatches float back to me. “…gonna make you so full…bet you’re so tight, little sister… don’t close your eyes, let me see…”
Gulping in a breath, I grit out, “Can’t stop,” and push another thick inch of my dick into her ass.
Her hand flies back, grabbing blindly until it finds my thigh. “Oh god, Dimitri…”
Killian’s arms lock around her middle, but he doesn’t fight when I get a fistful of her hair, tugging her up to pant a series of sharp breaths against her temple. It makes her hips rock down, sinking another inch into her.
“Goddamn, her ass is so tight.” Through the dampness of her skin and the oil on my hands, I try to get a grip good enough on her to thrust in deeper. “Almost there,” I say when she makes a small, strained sound, hands clawing at my forearms. “Just a little more.”
Tristian’s crouched beside her, hand shoved between her and Killian, rubbing at her clit. “You’re taking it so good, sweetheart. He looks like he’s barely holding on. You can take the rest, can’t you?”
The hair tangled in my fist tugs with her nod. “I can take it, I can take it.”
I clench my fingers against her scalp and hook my other hand over her shoulder, giving one last, hard shove. I bottom out with a grunt, fully sheathed inside her.
Through the rush of hot-tight-slick, I distantly note that Tristian is whispering. “That’s our good girl. Look at you, taking it all. How does it feel, sweetheart?”