“Sit on it,” Sean orders, and I shuffle closer, bring his rounded head to my slick entrance.
I don’t rush, the slow slide of him into me causing Sean’s eyes to roll with pleasure, but when he has fully impaled me, he tugs me close to his body, grasping a handful of my dark hair and turning my face to his. “Maggie.” His eyes are racing green, dark pupils blown open by arousal. Shifting his hips, he fucks up into me, keeping me close. “Touch her,” he orders his brothers, and they do, hands finding my nipples and tweaking, while other fingers stroke my skin and probe between the cheeks of my ass. When they graze my taint, my pussy draws tight, and Sean smiles. “You like that?” he asks, but I can’t answer because my brain is too addled with sensation.
“Open her there,” he says huskily, his hips still moving against me. This is a time when my mind says no, but my body says yes. I shouldn’t want the delicious sensation of a tongue lapping over my taint, but it feels so good that I don’t resist. I don’t resist when there’s pressure there either. Sean still has my hair gripped in his fist, so I can’t turn to find out who’s pushing their thumb inside me, pushing in and drawing out in the same rhythm of Sean’s cock. Oh… I flush hard with embarrassment but then moan when the pleasure between my ass and my pussy trips some kind of invisible switch. My pussy bears down again, and Sean smiles darkly. “Who do you want to claim that ass?” The thumb from his free hand strokes over my bottom lip, then pushes into my mouth as though he’s relishing the idea of all my holes being filled at once. “Tell me.”
He’s asking me to choose which of his brothers can fuck me in a place that no one’s ever been before. Just a thumb feels like I’m being split open. What would it feel like if a cock was there instead?
“You don’t have to,” John says softly from behind me. Maybe he’s worried that Sean is pushing too far too fast. Maybe he is, but I’m too turned on to go back.
“Reggie,” I say. I don’t know why his name is the one to leave my lips, but it feels right. Of all the brothers, he’s the one I’m most confident won’t get overwhelmed with the experience and go too hard. He’s the one I trust to be gentle.
I don’t see him move behind me, but I feel his hand rest gently on my hip. He soothes me like I’m a skittish horse, which is funny because that’s just what I feel like. “I’m going to need something,” Reggie says softly. I’m taking it that he means lube, and the fact he doesn’t say it is cute as hell.
“I’ll get it.” Daryl jumps up and sprints out of the door and up the stairs.
“Of course, Daryl would be the one with lube on hand,” Dwayne laughs.
“That guy likes it slippery,” Donovan says.
Sean slows his movements, keeping everything smooth. He kisses me deeply, fingers caressing my face, my neck, my breasts. “Do you want to suck one of my brothers?” he asks. I blink in surprise and wonder if he’s worried about monopolizing my body or just wants to see more and more deliciously filthy things done to me. When I nod, his grin is wide. “Who’s gonna come and take this pretty little mouth?”
“Me,” Hunter says and wastes no time in getting close enough for me to wrap my lips around him. Fuck he tastes good, salt-sweet, and ready for sex, and when he pushes deep into my throat and my eyes water, Sean begins to thrust into me faster.
So he does like watching.
“Fuck,” Hunter says. He’s gazing down at me with soft brown eyes filled with awe. “You don’t understand how good this feels… how unbelievable you look.”
“Here.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bottle of lube flying across the room. Reggie catches it without faltering — his football training coming into its own — and in a flash, the cool liquid is dripped over me. From the slick sounds I can hear from behind me, I’m pretty sure that Reggie is covering his cock in lube too.
There are things that I thought I would do in my life and things that are so outside of my reality that I have never even considered them. Anal sex had been on my not-sure-about list, and group sex was on my never-list. How things can change.
I’m still not sure how I feel when Reggie’s cock presses against me. His hand that is firmly on my hip slows Sean’s thrusting. It feels as though there is a lot of coordination needed for this to be achieved. The whole room seems to go silent with anticipation. “Slow,” Sean says, bracing himself.