Page 154 of The Substitute
“Drawer behind you,” Ambrose answers.
Is this really happening?
Ambrose lifts my knee a little higher, and I whimper. I’m so exposed but fuck it feels good.
Savage rustles around, then stops when he turns back. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He watches for a minute as Ambrose plays with me. I love being controlled like this. The racing thoughts stop, and I can just be.
Ambrose slides his fingers in my crease and over my hole. I need it so badly. Finally, he pushes two fingers inside me while Savage opens the condom. He doesn’t put it on, instead, he watches Ambrose.
I am leaking so bad, I whine. “Please!”
“Please what, baby girl?” Savage asks, lifting his eyes to my face from where he’s watching Ambrose tease me.
“More,” I beg. Ambrose pushes three fingers against my hole, and I suck in a breath. “Yes, yes.”
He takes his damn time fucking me and stretching me open while Savage teases my cock. It’s not enough to get off, but I’m riding his hand as much as I can, making incoherent soundsand leaking pre-cum all over Savage’s hand. I’ve been so close to coming multiple times now, but they both back off the second I get too close.
“God, please! I’m ready,” I beg. “Someone fuck me already before I fucking die!”
Some unspoken conversation happens, and Savage offers Ambrose the condom.
“If you don’t like it or it hurts, we’ll stop. Okay?” Ambrose is so serious as he rolls on the condom, it makes me nervous.
I nod, but he gives me the lifted eyebrow and waits. “Yes, okay.”
Ambrose lays down behind me. The lube cap pops open, and he adds more lube to my hole. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, turning my face into Savage’s chest.
Savage grips my throat lightly, turning into me so our mouths can meet. I gasp when Ambrose’s cock slides between my cheeks and nudges against my hole.
“Kiss me,” Savage whispers.
“Push out, baby, relax. Let me in,” Ambrose encourages.
I whimper and try to follow his directions, but I can’t. Fuck. His cock is so big I’m scared. What if it hurts? What if I hate it and never want to try again?
Ambrose backs off and leans over me, so we’re face to face. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. Not now, not ever.”
Savage smoothes his thumb over my neck, and I look up at him. “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. There are plenty of ways we can make you come that we haven’t done yet.”
“No, I want to.” I’m shaking my head like it will make the words easier to assemble, but instead, I just let the words out in whatever chaotic mess they’re in. “But Jesus fucking Christ, could that thing be any bigger? That’s not a starter dick! What if it hurts and it’s your dick’s fault?!”
Ambrose and Savage both chuckle a little, which helps break my tension. I know I’m over-reacting but Christ.
“What if you’re on top?” Savage suggests. “That way, you can take it as slow as you want.”
“I don’t know how to be on top! What if I suck at it, and he can’t come or loses his hard-on all together?” Anxiety is running the show and apparently has no shame.
“There’s no way you would suck at it. Just like everything else, you learn as you go. And there’s no way I would lose my hard-on unless I hurt you.” Ambrose shakes his head and kisses my shoulder again. “Do you want to try Savage first?” Ambrose asks.
We all look at Savage’s cock. “There’s not much difference size wise, and it’s bedazzled! Upgrades don’t really say starter either.”
“Ribbed for both your pleasure,” Savage laughs. “You’re welcome.”
“I’m referring to it as bedazzled from now on—like a millennial girl’s jean jacket.” Ambrose pins him with a look, and I start giggling. The mental image of a dick made out of a jean jacket with rhinestones is too much. Brittany written in cursive lined in plastic stones up the shaft has me covering my face and cackling until I can’t breathe.
“You’re just jealous,” Savage quips back.
