That’s when I feel him. Just his hand on my lower back at first. Nothing even remotely as intimate as what we’ve done so far tonight, but it lights me up anyway. Then it’s gone and he appears at the bedside, opening a drawer at the bottom of the nightstand and retrieving several things. One is clearly a bottle of lube, then another bottle lands beside it, followed by a strip of condoms, and finally a handful of weird black dildos. Only they aren’t exactly dildos—they aren’t shaped like dicks.
I pause and stare at the growing pile when it clicks that what I’m looking at are butt plugs.
“Clean and sanitized, I promise. I don’t actually use them that often, and I’m the only one who’s had the pleasure anyway.” Maddox lines them up in a row, the implements all oblong, torpedo-shaped things with flared ends, ranging from the circumference of my pinky finger up to, well, the thickness of my own dick, I guess.
Celeste is watching too. She props herself up on her elbows and looks from the largest one to Maddox. “How does that compare?”
He picks up the large, bulbous monstrosity, unzips his jeans, and releases his cock. I stare like an idiot because he’s fucking huge up close. My own stiff cock withers just a little out of awe, not to mention fear. Then he grips himself, strokes a few times until the thing swells even larger, standing at attention in the flared gap of his zipper. He holds the plug up and shrugs. “Close enough.”
I must be gawking so hard my fear shows. He sets the monster plug down and holds a smaller one up. “Starting you with this one.” He touches the smallest one. “And this one is for Celeste.”
“What?” she squeaks.
Maddox laughs. “Sweetness, you didn’t think I’d let you miss out on all the fun tonight, did you? You’re getting every second of attention I give Leo. Starting now.”
31
Maddox
My cocky tone manages to hide the fact that I’m hanging on by a thread. I’ve bared myself to them both in so many ways already. This is just one more, and relatively small compared to the enormous step I took by letting them see me shirtless. As nervous as I am, I might as well be the one bent over on the bed right now, ass in the air, waiting to be fucked for the first time.
My first time was nothing like this. It was too dark, too dirty where Zag and I were holed up. We didn’t even risk getting naked and didn’t have the luxury of a slow introduction. My prep was Zag’s spit and fingers ramming into me just enough to prove I wanted more, but when he finally shoved his cock into me, it was the most cathartic moment of my life.
Even though Zag and I were trapped in the middle of a war zone, there was almost no chance of us being found for a couple days. The fear of death still permeated the entire experience, and probably accounted for the intensity of our relationship after we made it back to safety.
There is no fear of imminent death here. No worry about discovery or recrimination. No one but the three of us and our desire, yet I’m just as amped up as I was then, and struggling to play it off through overpreparation.
I shed my jeans because what the fuck do clothes matter now that they’ve seen the worst of my scars? Then I pick up the midsized plug and the lube and set them by Leo’s knee. Leo is eyeing me with trepidation so I grab the back of his head and press him between Celeste’s legs again.
“Get her to the edge but don’t let her come yet.”
My hand shakes when I grab his ass and stare at the tight ring of his anus, but before I introduce him to the plug, I bend down and flick my tongue across the puckered hole. He stills. Then his ass flexes and releases and I do it again, slower this time so there’s no way he can mistake what’s going on. Spreading him with both hands, I delve deeper, pushing the tip of my tongue into him, then teasing lower to suck his taint. I cup his balls and stroke his cock as I swirl my tongue in a quick circle around his opening again, then push my thumb in, testing his endurance.
He lets out a groan against Celeste’s pussy and pushes back. He’s enjoying this now, but a tongue and finger are nothing like an entire cock, and I’m not exactly small.
Leaning back, I retrieve the lube and plug, uncap the lube, and squeeze a liberal measure at the top of his crack. He flinches and turns his head.
“Fuck, that’s cold!”
“Shh, it’ll warm up.”
I catch the flow as it reaches his opening and rub with my thumb, pushing into him before adding more. Then I coat the plug and insert the tapered tip. It glides in, though he hisses when the thickest part breaches his opening. When I fuck him with it a little, he responds with rocking hips and a gratifying curse.
“Your turn,” I say, pointing to the smaller plug and the other bottle of lube by Leo’s elbow. “Knees to your chest, Celeste.”
She bites her lip but obeys, clutching the backs of her thighs in her hands and holding herself wide open. Leo seems afraid to move, so I squeeze his ass and lean over his back to whisper in his ear. “You can move. It’s not coming out without effort. Just clench a little.”
He leans back on his haunches and freezes. “Holy fuck, what . . .”
“I told you your G-spot’s in your ass.” I grin at him. “Now, lube first, and don’t skimp.”
Celeste’s teeth dig into her lower lip so hard it turns white, so I move to her head and lie down next to her, touch her chin, then
