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Trent kissed me back briefly before raising himself a little so that he could watch my face as he lined himself up with my core and began to press forward slowly. Trent’s movements were so minute, sometimes I wasn’t even sure he was moving.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Are you ok? Am I hurting you? Should I stop? Can you take more of me?”

All of the shaking and nodding of my head was beginning to make me dizzy, so I slapped my hand over his mouth to stop his nervous chatter and wrapped my legs tighter around him, flexing my hips upwards and sliding him deeper. I stiffened when I felt him bump against my hymen. I met his eyes as he slowly pulled back and nodded. I knew it would hurt, but I also knew that there was great pleasure in any sexual interaction I’vehad up to now, and intercourse had to be the same. I just had to get through the pain first.

“Deep breath, Cora. I’m sorry.” Trent thrust into me, breaking through my innocence with one powerful move. I dug my nails into his back as a silent scream tore from me. I pushed against him, my body automatically trying to get that thing out of me. Trent gathered me gently in his arms to try and hold me still. “Easy, Cora, easy. Just hold still, Baby. It will feel better soon. Just wait. You’re going to hurt yourself. Just hold on. Shhh. Shhh. It’s ok. I’ve got you. The worst is over. I’m so sorry, Baby. I’m so sorry. Maybe this was a mistake. We should have waited.”

Where his nervous chatter had annoyed me earlier, I found comfort in it now. This was a new experience for both of us, and we were both scared and unsure of ourselves. Slowly, I began to relax as I stroked his back in an attempt to reassure him that I was ok— that we both were. Neither of us dared move as we lay with me halfway impaled on Trent’s monster cock. I wasn’t sure where we went from here, but I knew we had to do something to make this a pleasurable experience for us both. When it felt like the pain was subsiding, I experimentally shifted my hips, causing Trent to move a little deeper. I winced but then cocked my head to the side thoughtfully. That wasn’t terrible.

“Cora?” Trent asked, meeting my eyes.

I gave him a small smile and nodded.

Trent slowly pulled out of me part way and then pushed back in, getting a little deeper. He set a slow pace, breathing heavily and shaking with restraint as he tried to make me feel good. “You feel so good, Cora. Holy shit. I didn’t think it would be all that different, but it is.”

It was starting to feel really good until Trent went too deep, and I felt another stab of pain. I bit his shoulder, and he yelped in pain. I shook my head when he looked at me.

“Too deep?”

I nodded emphatically.

“Noted. No more biting,” he growled with a grin. I grinned back at him and snapped my teeth together teasingly. Trent rolled his eyes and dipped his head down to capture one of my nipples between his teeth and apply gentle pressure. I threw my head back and arched my chest toward him, making him chuckle. “Just remember, I can bite too.”

Once he had his depth limit, things were... well... still a little awkward. Two virgins having sex for the first time is not some earth-shattering, momentous, mind-blowing experience. It felt good, but once I started to move, it knocked Trent off his rhythm and made it feel like we were both mid-seizure on a boat in a hurricane— just flopping around on the bed and hoping to weather the storm.

Eventually, Trent managed to reach his orgasm. I was feeling a little left out when he slid down my body. Trent had given me an orgasm earlier with his mouth, and I realized his intention to do so again. I tried to stop him because it couldn’t be pleasant down there now with the mixture of our fluids and my blood, but he pushed my hands away and pushed my knees toward my shoulders, pinning me in place, and went to town without a care in the world.

I guess that was one good thing about Trent being my first; he was already well-versed in reciprocating. If this had been with Cody or any other boy three years ago, I probably would have been left high and dry.

It didn’t take long before Trent coaxed a gentle orgasm from me. It didn’t feel earth-shattering like the first one, but it still felt good. I certainly didn’t feel left out anymore. Trent crawled back up my body, wiped his mouth on the pillow, and kissed me gently. He flipped us so that he was on his back with me sprawled across his chest and released a content sigh.

“Are you ok?”

I nodded against his chest. I was better than ok. I’ll probably feel sore later, but it was worth it. I didn’t have any regrets.

We fell asleep naked, messy, and wrapped around each other like lovers do. We slept longer than expected because the next thing I knew, the bedroom door was slammed open.

“Well, isn’t this fucking cute,” Remi said.

He didn’t sound happy.

A few days later, Remi was still a little sour. His fluctuation between hot and cold was giving me a migraine, and I didn’t know how to act around him anymore. Isaac and Derrick didn’t seem to mind that Trent and I had slept together. Remi said he didn’t care, but his words and behavior didn’t match. I was a little nervous when I went upstairs and saw that Remi was home with me today. He looked up when I entered the kitchen, and I waved good morning. Instead of responding, he went back to the book he was reading. Ok, enough was enough. I would get to the bottom of this once and for all.

I grabbed my iPad and sat across from Remi at the table. I began to type furiously, and the longer I did, the more attention Remi paid me. By the time I had finished, he had set aside his book and watched me with an amused expression over steepled fingers. I glared at him as I double-tapped the screen and let Siri rant for me.

“Why are you treating me poorly? I didn’t do anything to you too deserve to be treated like this. And I certainly don’t understand your wishy-washiness toward me. What did I do that was so bad? I slept with Trent, but I didn’t realize you were exclusive. If I had, I wouldn’t have done anything with him, butyou didn’t seem to mind my involvement previously. Please let me know what the hell is bothering you so that I can decide if I give enough of a fuck to help you remove the stick up your ass or not.”

Remi’s amused expression never faltered as he listened. I watched him expectantly when Siri stopped talking. He stared at me for several more minutes before he finally spoke. “Now that Trent has slept with you, he won’t want me anymore, Cora. I’ve been here before. I’ve loved the bisexual man who picks the pretty girl over me. So yeah, I’m having mixed feelings about it. I didn’t have a problem with you joining us. I never expected him to do anything with you without me. I’ll get over it.”

I shook my head and started typing again. “I never meant to come between you. I like all of you. That includes you. This doesn’t have to be anything you have to get over. We can all be happy together.”

Remi smiled sadly. “Yeah, but for once, I’d like to be the first choice, not the convenience.”

I started to type a response, and Remi snatched the iPad from me and slammed it onto the table, shattering the screen. “This isn’t something you can fucking fix, Cora. Trent and I were happy, and now that’s all fucking gone. You will always be between us whether you meant to or not!”

I stared at him in shock, my eyes bouncing between his angry face and the broken iPad. Angry tears filled my eyes as I stood, slapped him across the face as hard as I could, and then went back to my bunker. That was beyond rude, and I didn’t want to be around him if that was how he would behave. Storming downstairs, I went to the storage room and pulled out another iPad. If he thought he silenced me, he was fucking wrong. Daddy bought a whole bunch of these because they can also monitor and control some of the systems within the bunker. As I poweredit on, I was smug and began typing my new response regarding his outburst.

Chapter sixteen

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