“That wasn’t a very arousing conversation. Are you wet for me?” he asked. I saw the concern in his chocolate-colored gaze. They wouldn’t take me until I had my head in the right place.
I smiled coyly and shrugged. “Maybe you should find out?”
Maxim kept his gaze on mine as his hand slipped between my spread thighs, running gently over my bare pussy lips. One thing about the processing for the Colony I really liked was that I was bare. Permanently. I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but I’d never thought transporting like a Star Trek character was possible either. Having them touch me or lick me was so much more sensitive now that all my hair down there was gone. It could have been just them. Everything they did was so much better than any man before.
“Mmm, she’s wet, Ryston, but not enough.”
Ryston moved so I could see him and held up another plug from the box. This one was wider than the last, longer too. But it wasn’t as big as either of their cocks.
Maxim grunted. “She just gripped my finger at the sight of it. Got wetter, too.” He met my eyes. “What will you do when he slips that inside? Drip all over my hand?”
I leaned forward and rubbed my breasts against his bare chest. “With your finger in me, too? Probably come.”
Maxim grinned. “Good girl. Let’s make that happen. Then I can fuck you.”
He didn’t say anything more, just used that one finger inside me in amazing ways. Besides the fabulous act of just being finger fucked, his thick digit sliding in and out and mimicking what his cock would soon—hopefully—be doing, he also had a knack for finding my G-spot and pressing on it in such a way that had me crying out. It was like a magic button he pushed.
And when I felt one of Ryston’s fingers press all slick and cold against my bottom, I groaned. The sounds they pulled from me were loud and they were nothing I could hold back. God, I was a screamer and I wasn’t even coming.
“That’s it,” Ryston said. “Let me in. Just one finger, all nice and slick. Yes, good girl. Deeper now.”
My eyes fell closed and I felt my nipples harden.
“How does it feel to be finger fucked in both holes?” Maxim asked.
I couldn’t respond, it felt so good.
“Imagine what it will be like when it’s our cocks.”
Oh god, it was going to wreck me.
“Two fingers, mate,” Ryston said. Both men slipped free for a second and then each added a second finger. It was so much more.
My hands went to Maxim’s shoulders, my fingers digging in, holding on for dear life.
“Yes!” I cried. “More.”
As Maxim continued to play, Ryston slipped from my back entrance and put the blunt tip of the plug there instead. He’d coated it in the lube thickly, for when he began to work it into me, it slid deep without much effort.
I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. God, it was big. It was deep. I clenched down on the base, clenched down on Maxim’s fingers.
“Ready to come, mate?” Maxim asked.
I nodded, my hair falling in my face.
It only took a simple brushing of his thumb over my clit. It was hard and swollen, eager for the touch. Once, twice on the left side—who knew that was the perfect spot?—and I came.
My whole body shook from the pleasure, squeezing and clenching down on the plug and Maxim’s fingers. I felt myself get wetter, dripping onto his palm.
My body tingled. My muscles went lax. Most of all, my brain went blank. I only felt the orgasm and my mates’ growing need.
“More,” I begged when I was able to catch my breath.
Carefully, Maxim slipped his fingers from me and lifted me up enough to turn me around. With his hands on my hips, I settled once again, straddling him, this time facing away.
“Now I can fuck you and you can make Ryston come,” Maxim said, his hand stroking down my back. His fingers coated in my arousal left a streak of wetness along my spine.
Ryston stepped in front of me, wiping his hands on a cloth, then tossing it on the floor. With one big palm, he cupped a breast, flicked a thumb across the nipple. His free hand went to his cock, gripped the base.