Page 106 of Full Mountie

“Beth, did you open your present?” His words are gravelly and rough in my ear as he holds me close.

“I got distracted watching you make out,” she breathes. “Hang on.”

I turn around in the circle of Hugh’s arms as she tugs on the ribbon. The lid of the box tumbles off as the red satin falls to the bed, and she gasps.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” she teases, reaching inside to pull out a brand-new silver butt plug. “Is this for me?”

“It is.”

She makes an excited-but-nervous face and sets the plug down before pulling out a few more gifts from the box. Lube and condoms, but not just any condoms. The first one looks like it’s gold. The second is hot pink. The third is… “Strawberry flavoured!” she exclaims. “Fun?”

I laugh because the question mark is definitely valid there. Hugh murmurs a warning in my ear, then rubs his mouth against my neck, making my head woozy again.

“Lachlan hates novelty condoms,” he says gruffly. “I thought we could convince him they weren’t so bad.”

“Is it wrong I like my dick to just look…like a dick?”

Beth wiggles the gold condom at me. “I think this one is yours, then. Hugh can put it on you and we can say he has the Midas touch.”

“Well, if Hugh’s touching me, I’m fine with whatever,” I say, my words slurring a bit. “But just on principle.”

She winks. “Of course. Come here, Mr. There’s A Right Way to Condom.”

Hugh pushes me towards her and I tumble onto the bed, hauling her against me as I roll onto my back. She kisses me softly, still laughing, but I take the fire Hugh’s started inside me and I brush her with those flames, too. We’re all going to to burn tonight.

I trace her curves, over her t-shirt at first, then under. Need overcomes grace. I ruthlessly shove my hands under the fabric to get at her skin. More, I want more, and she gives it to me, wriggling free of her clothing.

Hugh joins us on the bed. He touches her with master strokes, warming her up before he reaches for the lube.

She’s taken fingers a few times, and a smaller plug last weekend.

But this is going to be big. Literally, figuratively. I cup her face and kiss her as he spreads her legs, getting her to straddle me and present her gorgeous bottom to him at the same time.

“Breathe through it,” I tell her as she tenses up. “You know what to do.”

“I take everything back,” she whispers, but her eyes are bright.

“That’s what safewords are for.” I wink at her. “You know the drill.”

“Mmm.” She closes her eyes and does her best to welcome Hugh’s thick finger.

“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing my mouth against hers. She parts for me and I pull her close, deepening the kiss until the space where I end and she begins is questionable at best. She squirms closer, trying to escape Hugh’s relentless prep. I keep kissing her. Tongue and teeth, but not too hard. And then distractingly soft as he reaches for the plug.

She groans into me as he presses the steel against her hole, then gasps, losing control of her breathing as it gets wider. “Slow, slow…” Her breath hitches as she begs Hugh to take his time, and I’m sure he is.

I stroke her hair as she buries her face in my neck. Her back is arched, a gorgeous pale curve to the flare of her hips. Hugh’s got one of his hands spread wide over the rise of her ass, and I following the corded line of his muscled arm up to his face. He grins at me, wicked filth incarnate.

“We’re just getting started, beautiful. We’re gonna go as slow as you want us to go, because we’ve got all night.” He licks his lips as he holds my gaze and shifts his words to me now. “What should we do first with our stuffed little Beth?”

She whimpers against me and I pet her hair. “Is one of us going to end up in your ass tonight?”

She nods gamely, a bob of her head, even as it’s still buried against me.

“You’re going to need to stretch nicely around that plug, then. Up you get.”

She gingerly peels herself off me, rising until she’s straddling me.

A naked prize caught between two dressed men.

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