“No,” Lucas repeated slowly. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “What do you think of that, Manson? She says no.”
“Good girls don’t say no,” Manson said, smiling like he pitied me.
“Fuck you.” I managed to get the words out without groaning, but my self-control was short-lived.
Lucas’s hand dipped down, cold water dripping over my stomach as the ice melted. I caged my scream behind clenched teeth as he pressed the ice against my clit. It was so cold, jolting my nerves with all the finesse of a car slamming through a brick wall. He swirled the cube around, over my labia, and then down —
He pressed it inside me. The sensation was different than anything I’d ever experienced, so unexpected that for a moment my mind was an utter blank. I strained against the belt, my thighs squeezing his hand, and a desperate high-pitched moan escaped me.
Lucas withdrew his fingers and the ice with it. I was left shaking, gasping with my head hung down. It hurt, but God, it was good. My pussy ached for something warm and my eyes fell on the bulge in Manson’s jeans.
“What’s wrong, girl?” Lucas said, the ice clinking as he went for another cube.
“Please not again, fuck, please!”
Lucas looped his arm around my neck, and his muscles flexed, bicep and forearm squeezing my throat.
“Nervous?” Manson said. He placed his palms on my knees and it was shockingly easy for him to force my legs apart, spreading them wide. “A sensitive little slut like youshouldbe nervous.”
“Please, please, please, oh my God.” The words burst out of me as I strained against their grips.
Ice dripped on my chest as Lucas held up another cube in front of my face. “No? You don’t want it?” I shook my head, begging still, my words running together. “Oh, but I think you do.”
I bucked and squealed, “Lucas,please! No, no, no —”
“Aw, why are you fussin’ now?” he murmured, trailing the ice over my thighs and leaving goosebumps in its wake. Manson followed the ice with his tongue, the sensation of cold ice and hot mouth throwing my nerves into a frenzy. “You said you’re not sensitive. But by the sound of that scream, I know that’s not true.”
Scream? But I hadn’t —
Lucas pressed the ice against my clit and got exactly the sound he wanted out of me. God, could the neighbors hear this? Did they think I was being murdered?
“I lied, okay? I lied!” I babbled, my voice trembling as he mercilessly circled the ice over me. Manson rested his cheek against my thigh, chuckling softly every time a pained sound burst out of me. “I’m sensitive, yes, you were right, you were so right, I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry!”
Lucas propped his chin on my shoulder. “Are you now? You think I should take this ice away and we’ll fill you with something better?”
“OhGod, yes.” I sounded pathetic, but I didn’t care. I would’ve begged them on my knees if they’d given me the option.
“Suddenly so eager,” Manson said, his dark eyes peering up at me. “Does a thick cock sound better than ice?” I nodded, still murmuring my pleas.
“It’s too bad I like the way you squirm when it’s inside you,” Lucas said. “The way yousqueal.” He pressed the ice inside again, pumping it barely in and out of me. “Music to our ears, isn’t it?”
Manson held my trembling legs apart, mocking my desperate gasps before he said, “Sweetest sound in the world.”
“Here’s your choice, Jess,” Lucas said, so damn conversational while I was a gasping wreck. “One hole gets our cocks, the other gets the ice. What’ll it be?”
Oh God, no. How was I supposed to handle that? I’d be a screaming, shaking mess. I’d…I’d be exactly how they wanted me to be. Unraveling in their hands while they used me like a toy.
“Both of you? At the same time?” I looked at Manson as I said it, wide-eyed, imagining the girth of their cocks side by side. I wouldn’t survive it; of that much, I was certain. Death via destroyed pussy was impending.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that,” Lucas growled in frustration, as if my lack of readiness was a personal insult. “We have to break you in first.”
Manson nodded in agreement. “As fun as it would be to rip that little pussy open and make you bleed, we won’t do that to you. Yet.”
The anticipation in that word made my heart throb painfully. Not yet?Yet?
Lucas grabbed my hair and gave it a tug. “What’ll it be? Pick which hole gets it.”
Quietly, as softly as I possibly could, I gave him my answer.