Page 79 of Day Shift

“Yes,” I breathed, craving everything they had to give.

Conan’s fingers moved in a steady rhythm, opening me up while Lucian’s tongue flicked over my nipple, his other hand gripping my hip.

Conan’s other hand rested on my back, holding me in place. “You’re incredible, Angel. So tight, so perfect,” he said, sliding his fingers out.

“Just imagine your perfect pussy and tight hole wrapped around our cocks,” Lucian whispered, his breath tickling my skin. He positioned the Satisfyer against me, quickly finding the right spot.

I relaxed into their touches, knowing I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Conan bent down and kissed the middle of my lower back. “Focus on the toy,” he reminded me softly.

The cool point of the bullet pressed against my entrance. Conan nudged it in, pulled it out a little, then pushed deeper. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“Good, very good,” I mumbled, barely able to form words.

“I’m going to slide it in. Relax and press out a little,” Conan instructed. Lucian increased the speed of the Satisfyer. Electricity coiled within my core.

Slowly, Conan pushed the larger part of the bullet in, his fingers touching my outer ring. I was on the edge of my orgasm, loving this new dual sensation. This was naughty, wicked, and absolutely divine.

Then Conan clicked the bullet’s vibrator on. It was like rocket fuel, igniting a mind-bending orgasm. My thigh muscles tightened. My entire body pulsed. Conan and Lucian held me in place until every shudder and whimper was over.

Conan removed the bullet, and Lucian slid out from under me, allowing me to collapse on the bed.

Conan chuckled. “I see you enjoyed that. Maybe I’ll be able to pop that cherry tonight after all.”

I curled up on my side, savoring the afterglow of the best orgasm I’d ever had. Conan sat on the bed next to me, trailing his fingers down my side, along my waist and hip, then back up, drawing small circles over my belly. I glanced at Lucian, biting my lip, nervous about asking for both men to take me at the same time.

Lucian caught my wanton look and suggested, “How about we take this to the shower? I’d love to slide my cock inside your tight pussy surrounded by the hot steam.”

Conan groaned softly and kissed my shoulder. “Would you like to try taking both of us, Angel?” he asked.

“Mmm, that sounds divine,” I responded, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

Lucian smirked at Conan. “I’ll hold her, and then you can see what you can do about taking that tight little hole.” He scooped me up, turning me so I straddled his waist. I laughed, the sound echoing off the walls as he carried me to the bathroom. He nipped my neck hard enough to make me squeal.

Conan followed, grabbing the lube. He turned on the shower to heat it up and set the lube in the niche. He then found some large bath towels and laid them out beside the shower.

Lucian carried me in, laving kisses along my neck. Conan followed, dipping his head under the spray and scrubbing his hand over his freshly cut hair before turning and leaning his back against the wall. A smirk curved his lips as his chin dropped toward his shoulder. He crossed his arms, watching, waiting. The lust radiating off him told me he was enjoying watching every caress Lucian made and my reaction to him too. He was an incredible man to allow me this indulgence when I knew good and well he wanted me only to himself.

Lucian held me by my thighs and lifted me up, situating me so that his already rock-hard cock was pressing against my entrance. Then he slid in, inch by gloriously thick inch, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size. My breath hitched at the fullness. With the spray of the warm water falling in rivulets down my skin, I began losing myself in the sheer ecstasy. I draped my arms over Lucian’s neck and melted into his chest. His heart hammered under my breast.

Conan grinned, his eyes gleaming with hunger. “Ready to pop that tight little ass’s cherry?” he teased as he lubed up his dick. “The lube and steam will make me very slippery. You’re gonna love how it feels.”

Conan watched as Lucian started to pump inside me, his thrusts slow and deliberate. I slowly nodded to Conan and turned to Lucian, pulling his lips to mine and giving him a demanding kiss. I wanted to be lost in the ministrations of his mouth when Conan took charge of what was to come.

Conan’s voice was husky with arousal. “I’m super fucking hard just thinking about this, Angel.”

A tremble ran through me. Lucian pulled back slightly, despite my protests, and locked his eyes onto mine. “Eyes on me, Angel.” He paused. “Remember, it’s okay to stop at any point.” Hearing the name Conan used for me fall from Lucian’s lips stole my breath away. God, how I loved that term of endearment.

Positioning himself behind me, Conan wrapped his arm around my waist and slid his hand between us, down my belly and to my folds that were being stretched wide by Lucian. His fingers rimmed Lucians dick as his palm brushed across my clit, making us both groan. He moved his fingers and began stroking my clit, sending jolts of electricity through my body as he began to push his cock inside my tight hole. The initial pressure made me tighten instinctively.

“You’ve got to relax, Angel,” Conan instructed. “Push out a little, just like with the bullet. If you can’t, I won’t enter you.”

I wanted to give this to Conan, to show him how much I appreciated his acceptance of my flaws and his willingness to share me with Lucian. Taking a deep breath, I tried to relax, to push out as he suggested. Lucian stood still, holding his breath in silent anticipation. “Keep those eyes on me,” he brusquely demanded. “I want to connect with everything you feel through those silvery blue pools.”

Conan’s fingers were gentle but insistent, stroking me, coaxing my body to respond. Gradually, I began to relax, allowing him to push a little deeper. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my bottom lip tremble.

“That’s it, Angel,” Conan murmured. “You’re doing so good.”

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