Page 53 of Heat Hesitation

"About ass play?" Theo laughs, delighted.

"Yeah," Enzo shrugs like it's no big deal.

Considering he lost his virginity to me only a few days ago, I find this pretty interesting. He's admitted to me he felt almost no sexual attraction, not to men or women, over the years before me, so I wonder how deep his sexual awakening will go.

He’s curious and exploring. I look down and really take him in. "Enzo, are you curious about… do you want me to touch you there? To do what she's doing?"

His lips come to my inner thigh, and while Theo's hands are gripping my hips, his hard cock firm against my ass, Enzo tugs my panties down my legs. When they're off completely, he brings his nose to my pussy and takes a deep inhale, distracting me.

"Yes," he finally says. "In a minute," he amends, parting my folds. His tongue comes between my lower lips and plunges inside me. I cry out, and when Theo assists, his fingers coming to my clit, I nearly detonate.

Enzo devours me, licking and sucking, while Theo whispers filthy things in my ear, pinching my nipple and rubbing my clit.

I can't keep my head straight, darting between Roxy on stage, who's now on her knees with her tongue in her mate's ass, and Enzo between my legs, Theo's fingers strumming my clit, I stand no chance. I come, loud and hard. My knees shake around Enzo's head, heels digging into his back, and when I come down, there's a sheen of my slick on his face, highlighting his smirk.

He comes to a stand and I scramble up on shaky legs, naked and dripping. When I look down at the couch, Theo’s unbuttoning himself.

I can't look away, and neither does Enzo. Theo's crystal blue eyes are on me when he pulls himself out, and he's huge. It's thick and veiny, and his entire fist doesn't close around it, but he doesn't stroke himself; he just squeezes and waits.

My mouth waters. When the song changes again, I remember Enzo’s request. I’ve never been very sexually adventurous but I am curious, I want to explore with him.

He’s standing tall, staring down at me and not at the scene beside us. Watching me intently through those thick black frames while I undo his belt, his eyes never waver from mine. He assists, and since he dresses so fine and folds everything it takes a while to get him fully naked. It's not a strip tease, and yet, watching him methodically unbutton his vest, then his cufflinks, his pants, it's so controlled and sexy, it might as well be. In my periphery, Theo’s undressing but with much less finesse, ripping his clothes off, hopping on one foot to tear his pants from his leg.

I encourage Enzo down to the ground on his knees, setting him up with the chair the same way Jess is on stage.

I look up, hoping for tips from Roxy on what to do next. She works her fingers in and out of Jess, his expression tight with pleasure. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want Enzo to be disappointed.

Theo, fully naked, comes to kneel beside me. I'm grateful when he says, "Get your fingers wet, Ophelia."

We make eye contact, and he smiles encouragingly. I dip my fingers between my legs, and it's not hard to get them soaked, covered in my slick. He nods, and I preen.

Leaning closer so he can whisper into my ear, "Touch your mate. Kiss him. Show him how much he means to you, how much you want to take care of him."

Theo doesn't push; he licks my neck, kissing my ear, giving me support. Climbing behind me, his hands wrap around my chest, massaging, tugging my nipples into peaks.

Enzo shakes in need of relief, his white knuckle grip on the chair’s legs showing how close he is to losing it. His usual air of nonchalance and quiet control is fading with every breath.

Leaning forward, I caress my hand down his back, kissing as I go. Theo moves with me but all his attention is on my body, giving me the confidence I need to keep going. When my hands reach Enzo’s ass, I slide my fingers down, so lightly he swears and shivers, then part his cheeks. Darting my tongue out to tease the puckered ring, he tenses, shivering again with the gentle touch.

I flick my tongue a few more times before trailing kisses up his lower back, bringing my wet fingers to his asshole, pushing one in, slowly. I don't undervalue the level of trust Enzo has for me to try this. I'm nervous, and I don't know what I'm doing, but for Enzo, I try.

In and out, I tease with one finger when Theo whispers at my ear again, "Angle your finger toward his cock. That's how you milk him. The nerves are sensitive, there."

I do as he says, and Enzo grunts in satisfaction. Tentatively, I add a second finger, thrusting a little faster, holding them firm and long.

I try to reach around for his cock with my other hand, but Theo's tip begins to slide between my legs, and I don't think I can do all three things at once. I've long since abandoned the stage, but I have a feeling Roxy and Jess are no longer performing and are full-on fucking beside us.

"Enzo, fuck your fist," Theo instructs, and to my surprise, he does as he says, releasing a leg of the chair and grabbing his steel length between his legs. "Ophelia, gently caress his balls. Hold them up, massage them, squeeze a little, but don't be too firm," he tells me, and while I fuck Enzo's ass with my fingers, I tease and caress with my other.

I don't have to worry about holding myself up because Theo's arm has wrapped around my waist, and the moment Enzo begins masturbating, Theo thrusts inside of me.

We all three cry out, before the frenzy breaks through. Theo holds me up and thrusts forward, helping me find a rhythm with Enzo, the forward motion pushing me into his ass with the same pace, even as he pushes back against me. Enzo’s inner walls squeeze, tightening as he pulses and fucks his fist.

"Grab his knot," Theo practically barks. I release Enzo's sack and reach forward, taking hold of the base of his cock like a handle. My fist greets Enzo's as he whips up and down his cock, and he manages to rasp, "Harder."

I don't know if he means my fingers in his ass or the ones wrapped around his knot, but I do both. It's hard not to, I'm losing control of my faculties the harder Theo fucks me. From behind, his cock rams into me, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust, each slip in and out lighting up my nerves.

I can feel it coming. My vision gets hazy, we're a mess of need, but each push and pull from Theo feels too good to slow down to gain coherence. Theo fucks me like he's never going to again, desperately, reverently. He's holding me so tight, his massive length a stretch of time between us, writing a story of love and heat and fire.

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