I watched as they unfastened their jeans, pulled their cocks out.
Cooper’s hands gripped my hips to hold me still. “Easy. You know we’ll always take care of you. But first you need to learn your lesson.”
I was almost ashamed to say how much those words turned me on. I’d never thought I was into power plays in the bedroom, but this was a side of the boys—no, men—that made my pussy ache. “What lesson?” I managed to ask, my voice breathless with anticipation. “What happened to fast?”
“Don’t worry, that’s coming,” Rory said. “But Cooper’s right. You should have let us take care of you back then and every day since.”
His hand came down on my ass with a loud slap. I let out a little cry and bit my lip as the sting from his palm turned into something deliciously hot. They’d never spanked me before. Hell, I’d never been spanked by any man before and it was hot. I never imagined I’d like it, the feel of Rory’s palm making contact with my upturned bottom. That he was taking charge, turning his words, his feelings into something I could physically feel.
“It’s our job to take care of you,” Cooper said as he spanked me next. I moaned and arched my back, lifting my ass higher and silently begging for more.
“Your problems are ours. You’re our woman and your happiness means everything to us.” Rory spanked me hard, making me jerk forward with a gasp.
“Rory!”
“Do you understand?” Cooper asked as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back into position. Oh my god, I didn’t know this side of them, this dominance was…exhilarating.
“Yes,” I gasped. I bit my lip, but couldn’t stop myself from adding, “I want more.”
Rory’s laugh was low and pleased as he stroked his palm over my heated skin. “Our naughty girl likes her punishment. We’ll give you what you need, but first you will promise to let us help you from here on out. Whatever you need, we’re here for you.”
I nodded quickly, his words making me tear up with a tenderness that was almost unbearable. It seemed crazy since I was on my hands and knees, dress tossed up about my waist. There were no doubt handprints—their big ones—on my bottom. And I wanted more. I wanted anything they’d give me. I’d been on my own for so long I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be taken care of. To be loved. And hopefully in the next few seconds, well and truly fucked. “I promise.”
“Good girl.” Then he gave me what I craved—another hard spanking that had me pleading incoherently for more. Shit, I was so turned on I was barely making sense. Was it possible to come from a spanking?
Cooper moved around the bed, dropped onto it so his head was propped up on my pile of decorative pillows and tugged me forward and on top of him. He’d opened his pants and his cock stood up straight. The vein along the thick length pulsed. The sight of it made my mouth water. I flicked my gaze to his, then grinned. Lowering my head, I opened my mouth to suck his cock, but he had other ideas. Handing me a condom wrapper, I opened it and rolled it down his hard length, his fists clenched in my comforter as I did so. Once sheathed, he pulled me up easily with his rock hard physique. I would have to remember to send a thank you note to Uncle Sam for all the extra muscles my man had packed on. I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his narrow hips and he helped me lower myself on top of him, his hard length sliding into me and filling me up.
I rolled my hips, grinding against him, adjusting to him. He was so big, so deep I was desperate for release, especially after that spanking. I
felt Rory behind me, grab the hem of my dress and tug it up. I lifted my arms over my head and he worked the dress off, my bare breasts bouncing free. His hands cupped them as I rode his friend. His fingers pinched my nipples hard and my head fell back against his shoulder. Yes. This. This was what I’d been missing all these years. The heady, mindless joy of being fucked by two men whose sole mission was to make me happy, to take care of me and fulfill my desires.
Who could ever walk away from this?
Me. I’d walked away from it once but it had nearly killed me. I honestly didn’t know if I could ever do it again.
“Come, sweets,” Rory breathed, licking along the delicate shell of my ear. One hand slid down and over my clit, slick and hard, pushing me over the edge.
I rode Cooper’s cock as I came, sweat blooming on my skin. Only when the pleasure ebbed did they move.
“Ready for us both?” Rory asked, moving back to put a condom on. I heard the pop of a lid, the slick squirt of liquid.
I jolted when Rory’s palm cupped my bottom, then slid a finger over my back entrance. Cooper gripped my hips, tugged me down so I was laying on his chest. His pale eyes met mine. “Let Rory fuck your ass. Take us together.”
My eyes widened when I felt Rory’s finger pressing against me more insistently. There.
“Ever had a cock here before?” he asked.
I shook my head and shuddered as he circled, pressed in.
“Oh god,” I moaned. I’d had no idea I was so sensitive from such an intimate touch. I clenched down on Cooper’s cock, making him groan.
“Shit, woman. You’re squeezing my dick and I’m going to come. Let Rory take this virginity, too. I love knowing we’ll always be your firsts.”
Rory continued to play as Cooper continued. I breathed deeply, trying to remain relaxed as Rory worked to carefully stretch me open, to become used to being doubly filled. “I want Rory inside you when I come, when we’ll make you come again. All three of us. Together.”
He wasn’t one of many words, but he wanted this. The way Rory was coaxing me, with a gentleness that surprised me, into my virgin asshole, I had to admit I kind of wanted it, too.
I knew this was the kind of sex people in threesomes had, that it was common in Bridgewater—I might have been a virgin until right before I left for college, but I hadn’t been that naive—but had never tried it myself. I’d only had Rory and Cooper for one night.