Circling. Repeating.
Kimika’s abdomen quivered, causing her to clench reflexively.
“You need to relax, my little cherry blossom,” Colt crooned, massaging her perineum until threads of desire sparked back to life. “It’s more difficult if you clench.”
Easy for him to say.
There was a distinctive, liquid, squirting sound and a moment later a trickle of cool lube ran down the crease of her ass.
Kimi gasped and threw back her head as Colt tested her resistance, his fingers pressing and probing against her forbidden hole.
She tried to relax, she really did, but her body seemed to have its own agenda. This just wasn’t going to work.
Except just when she thought it was impossible, Shay fisted his fingers into her hair, the small pinpricks of pain distracting her as he pulled her to face him, then proceeded to steal her breath with one of his slow, drugging kisses.
At her breast, Craig took nips and bites of one, while his fingers found the other, pinching and twisting. And while she was appropriately distracted, Colt breached that place where no man, no person, had ever been before.
Her cry was swallowed by Shay’s marauding mouth, and the intrusion that had felt so foreign, so wrong, at first, subsided.
Nerve endings Kimi didn’t know she had sparked to life as Colt dragged his finger in and out, but just as she got used to the sensation, he upped the ante, slowly, surely, penetrating her with a second finger.
This time there was a burn as the tight ring of muscle stretched to accommodate his relentless intrusion.
“Breathe,” Colt whispered, and a breath whooshed out that Kimi hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. “I need to prepare you, baby.”
Craig claimed her lips, and Shay nuzzled his face into her the crook of her shoulder, sucking and biting at her neck. But it was his clever fingers that found her straining clit, that really scattered Kimi’s thoughts and pulled them away from where Colt had now started to scissor his fingers to stretch her even further.
But her body was adapting finally, the little bites of pleasure and pain were messing with her brain, so she found each equally arousing, and that’s when Kimi relaxed completely, so that when Colt finally withdrew his fingers from her ass, it felt like a loss.
“Okay, sweetheart, time for you to roll over and straddle Shay,” Colt instructed, his voice strained and husky.
Kimika blinked as Craig released her from his embrace and turned her attention to Shay who was now gloriously naked.
When did that happen?
Then again, who cared?
Kimi scrambled over him happily, progressing things to the next level. She took the opportunity to check out his lean, athletic frame, fluttering her fingers over his tight abs and resting her outstretched arms on his broad shoulders as she braced herself to take him in.
She bit her lip. It had been a while. She hadn’t had sex since she’d fled Japan, almost two years ago. Should she tell them that?
Shay had one hand flexed at her waist, but the other he brought up and cupped her cheek. “It’s like riding a bike,” he whispered to her quietly, his eyes capturing hers and holding them.
He knew.
He knew and he was doing his best to put her at ease.
There was no judgment there. Just something that looked a lot like adoration, even though Kimika knew it couldn’t be.
Kimi looked down between them. She was braced on her knees, so Shay moved the hand from her face to his cock, holding himself so she was able to sink down onto him at her own pace.
He’d given her that control, and Kimi felt her heart squeeze at his thoughtfulness.
The tip of his mushroom head found her opening, notching into place and Kimi looked back at his face, dark eyes staring into whisky colored ones as she sank inch by slow inch onto his engorged length until he filled her completely.
Finally, she closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of him, and Shay pulled her down, chest to chest, skin to skin, and found her lips once more in another drugging kiss.
There was a rustle behind her, next to her.