“Sort of a virgin,” she said quietly, unsure of her actions.
His finger suddenly paused at the entrance to her rear channel. “Sort of a virgin? Explain.”
“I’ve sort of been…preparing.” Maybe she should have let them do this for her. Maybe she shouldn’t have prepared. Maybe it would limit her already short time with them.
“Preparing? What do you mean?”
“For anal sex or rather double penetration sex.”
He stilled against her back, asking the same question again, “What do you mean…exactly?”
“I’ve been using butt plugs in varying sizes over the past few weeks to prepare myself for our first time, should I ever get the chance.”
Warrick lifted up, releasing his hold on her hands. His expression unreadable. Was it surprise? Anger? She wasn’t sure.
“You’ve been preparing yourself? For us?”
She looked over her shoulder at him, twisting the waist, hoping she hadn’t ruined this already. “Yes. For you. For this.”
He pushed out a breath of what sounded like shock, but he didn’t look angry. He looked stunned. Or maybe surprised.
He whispered, “Since when?”
“Since the night after Duke told me your best friend’s name was Colton Landry.” In other words, several weeks.
Warrick’s cock pulsed against her thigh, the large head pushing into her lower ass cheek, warm and stiff and delicious. His forehead dropped suddenly, landing on her shoulder.
Isabelle had a pang of regret. Had she done the wrong thing? Was she supposed to wait for them? “Are you upset with me?”
“No. Honey. Not at all.” Colton kissed her neck. “He’s in shock.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t expect you’d be ready for double penetration on our first night together. If he’s like me, he’s trying to tamp down the sudden visceral lustful thoughts he’s having about fucking your ass tonight. I also suspect he’s trying not to come on the back of your leg right about now in delight.”
“Shut it, Colton. I have more control than that, and I can speak for myself.” His voice sounded a bit awestruck and Isabelle relaxed, feeling like she had done the right thing.
Warrick pushed the tip of his finger inside her ass, wiggling it around. The butt plugs she’d used hadn’t wiggled. He inserted another wet finger inside, and she sucked in breath of sudden arousal. His fingers felt much better than butt plugs. He thrust inside a little bit deeper and a wave of pleasure rode up her spine.
“That feels so good,” she said, barely recognizing her own deep sexy voice.
“That may be true, but you still feel pretty tight to me.”
She shrugged. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, Warrick. I hope I didn’t ruin it for you. Knowing what I do about this town, its occupants, and their unusual lifestyle, I did a bit of research to prepare myself. I didn’t want to miss out.”
Warrick’s cock pulsed against her ass cheek again. She giggled. “Your cock seems to be excited about it, if you don’t mind my saying.”
“Actually, my cock can’t believe I’m not already imbedded to the hilt in your ass.”
“I can’t believe that either,” she said, trying to sound wistful.
Colton chuckled. “Why don’t I lie back and let you impale me, honey. Then Warrick can get the lube and grease up your ass the right way. Then he can do exactly what he wants more than anything, but never expected was going to happen tonight.”
“He’s right.” Warrick kissed her quickly but thoroughly on the mouth before he left the bed. Colton retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer and rolled it into place. He soon squeezed her in his arms, and then he shifted her so that she was straddled over his hips. His fully erect cock pressed against her wet slit without entering her pussy. He took her face in his hands to kiss her exuberantly.
They kissed and kissed and kissed, all the while rubbing their naked warm bodies against each other. His hands then moved around her body to clutch her tight. His palms roamed up and down her spine, kneading the muscles along either side. She loved having his callused hands stroking her back. After several minutes, Isabelle forgot the position she was in until his cock reared up against her wet pussy all of a sudden.
Isabelle shifted her hips, moving over Colton so she could impale herself on his impressive cock.
“What are you doing, honey?” he asked in a tone that suggested he understood exactly what she was doing.
She looked down. He grinned like the world was about to be handed to him on silver platter. Pausing for a second, Isabelle said, “Getting more comfortable. Why?” The very tip of his cock rested at the very opening of her slick entrance. She bounced on him lightly, his dick entering her just barely.