He nodded. His hands palmed my breasts, drawing torturous strokes over my nipples.
“Fuck her harder, Isaac.”
He went wild with the baton fucking me with it, pushing it, making sure I wanted it. Every pump only built my need for him more. I pushed into it, begging for him to give me more. I needed him to know I wanted this as every bit as he did. As all three of us wanted it.
He sank it to the hilt and turned the vibration speed to full blast. I groaned. Dylan tilted my chin toward him.
“Open up for it. If you want that sweet virgin ass to be fucked, relax into it. We don’t want it to hurt. We want it to feel good. Let us give you this. Do this for us.”
I nodded. “I want it so much it hurts, Dylan. Please.”
“She’s so fucking ready, man.” Dylan panted, losing his own round of control.
I heard Isaac twist the cap off the bottle of gel. I turned to see him coating his beautiful cock with a generous amount.
I didn’t know if they decided who would deflower my rosebud. There wasn’t time to bring it up now. Maybe there was a coin toss, or a private auction between them. But there was no doubt, Isaac was going to take it. And I wanted him to have it. I wanted him to be the first man to go deep inside me. It felt right. As if he would cherish this part of me. Protect me.
“Oh please,” I begged. “Please.” I was desperate.
“Shh, shh. It’s ok. We’ve got you.” Dylan kissed me. He sat forward. “We promised you you’d always get what you wanted.” He started to lean forward, and I realized they were rotating me backward. “You’ve been so good about getting ready for this.”
“I am ready,” I panted.
I was dizzy. I was on fire. I was drunk with anticipation.
Isaac was propped on a wedge of pillows, his knees bent and legs wide, so his cock stood erect like a statue as he leaned into the headboard.
Dylan rolled me back slightly, lifting me up from under my arms. I looked in his eyes as I felt Isaac pull the vibrator from my ass and replace it with the tip of his cock on my rosebud. I bit my lip. He was so much wider. So much thicker and harder than the flexible baton. I didn’t think I could stretch for him.
Dylan knelt in front of me, his shaft bulging forward. It was slick with the heat from our sex. “I want back inside your pussy, darlin’. Open up for both of us. Remember you have to relax for this to work.”
I nodded. He was waiting for me. This was what I said I wanted. Isaac’s hands sank into my waist. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt the warmth in his fingers. They steadied me. Reassured me, this meant something to all of us. I felt the throbbing coming from underneath me. We were all held in suspense. Waiting for the final trifecta to come true. Waiting for the moment when I was filled by both of them. When I was no longer a backdoor virgin. Waiting to let Isaac fuck me where no man had been. Waiting for Dylan to watch me come undone with both of them inside me.
Isaac’s fingers traveled from my hips to between my cheeks, rubbing the ring of muscle, soaking it with lube.
“You’re so ready. So wet. Fuck me, baby,” he commanded.
I let go. I let everything go. All the things that held me back. The good society girl. The perfect model. The owner. The boss. The fiancée. I pushed myself down over Isaac’s cock, crying out as the pain sliced through me, twisting and burning my rosebud. But fuck, it felt fantastic.
“Oh shit. Fuck.” I grabbed onto Dylan’s solid shoulders, clawing at him for balance. Digging into his skin for dear life.
Isaac, who was always in control, always in command of his emotions, his body—that Isaac, lost it.
He started driving into me. I jerked with the blinding white pain until it turned to complete ecstasy. It was like a beautiful soothing light spreading warmth and rapture from his cock, pulsing inside me.
Dylan groaned. “Fuck me.”
He nestled his cock at my entrance, waiting until I bounced up from Isaac before slamming into me.
“Oh shit!” I clutched him, my nails pressing deeper. I knew there would be claw marks in the morning.
He pulled out just as I slid onto Isaac.
Again.
I rose up, rocking my hips forward and Dylan pumped into me.
“Fuck,” I cried.