Colton boxed me in and smoothed his hand over my ass cheek before he felt it too. Grabbing my hair in a fist, he jerked my head back, making me gasp. “Who gets to take you here tonight?”
I smiled. “If we play right, you both can. I hope you do.”
Now we’re back home, and my apartment door shuts with finality. Lukas turns the lock. “Get naked and get on the goddamn bed.” He marches toward me, and I hold up a hand.
“Wait—” I’m nervous, but Claribel assured me honesty is always the best policy. “I may have told a white lie before.”
They look down at me, puzzled. “What?” asks Colton.
“Well, it’s not so much that Itolda lie,” I clarify. “More like I lied by omission.”
“Poppy, what—”
“I’ve never actually had anal before.”
They glance at each other, then back to me. Colton speaks first. “That’s okay—”
“Yeah, only, it’s hard for me to try new things in the bedroom because I’ve never really had partners who made me feel adventurous or sexy,” I admit. “And you both know how I tend to overthink things. And if you dive deep enough down any rabbit hole on the internet, you’ll be convinced you’re dying. So, I guess I’ve always just been too anxious to try it, you know what I mean? But you both said you wanted it, and I want to be adventurous for you, and I want it to be so,sogood for you. So, I went to Claribel, and she explained what to do, and that made me feel like I won’t die. But I’m still nervous, and I’m sorry, and I just had to get that all out there before we start…and I understand if I’ve ruined this, and you don’t want to do it anymore…and now I’m done.”
They just keep staring at me.
“Talking,” I add. “I’m done talking.”
Slowly, the boys glance at each other again. “Did you get all that?” asks Lukas.
“About half,” Colton replies. “She’s never tried anal, and the internet has convinced her it will kill her.”
Lukas nods. “Right, well, should we just watch TV instead?”
Colton snaps his fingers. “We could make granola.”
“Yesss,” says Lukas. “I fucking love granola.”
They turn away from me, as if they’re actually about to head into my kitchen to bake. “Guys—what are you doing?”
Lukas glances over his shoulder. “Wanna come help us?”
I just shake my head, eyes wide. “No, I wanna have sex. What is happening right now?”
Smiling, Colton crosses over to me first. Cupping my face, he kisses me deep, letting our lips linger before he pulls away. “Poppy,you are more than your body. We’re not here just to have sex with you. Do you understand?”
Lukas steps in at his shoulder, his smile teasing. “Don’t get him wrong, the sex is fucking fantastic. More sex, I say.”
“But we would never pressure you to do something you don’t want to do,” Colton goes on. “Your body is a gift. You tell us what’s allowed, and we’ll thank you for it.”
I glance between them, heart in my throat. “I wanna try. Guys, I want this. I want to feel you both inside me. God, I feel like I’m buzzing with the need to be with you. I can’t get enough.” I take Colton’s hand and press it to my chest. “Do you feel my heart racing?”
He nods, his warm hand splayed against my skin.
I look to Lukas, putting all my trust in his hands. “Will you take control again? Tell me what to do. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to worry. Just make me feel.”
Lukas steps in, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Get naked,” he says again. “And get on the bed.”
Taking a step back, I slip off my cardigan, dropping it to the floor. Then I unzip the side of my sundress, letting it fall off my shoulders and down in a circle of butter yellow fabric. I’m left standing in a little strapless bra and my white cotton panties. They watch me as I work open the back clasp of my bra and toss it aside. Last, I slowly drag my panties down my thighs until they drop. I’m left naked, my windswept hair caught up in a messy ponytail.
Swallowing my nerves, I let them watch me walk naked into my bedroom. They follow, Colton turning on the lamp in the corner as I stretch out on the bed.
“Coley, warm her up,” Lukas commands. “We want her wet and relaxed and begging for it.”