Page 97 of Lavender and Lightning

I swallow her scream as she shakes, and I let her lean into me as Rhett slows, drawing out her pleasure. He finally stills and presses close, sandwiching Lydia’s body between us, as we kneel on his bed. When I pull up for air, Rhett threads his fingers in my hair, pulling me in for a soft kiss.

“Let’s give her a minute to breathe while I get you ready for me, hmm?” Rhett suggests, playful and tender in equal measure.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I tease with a chuckle.

Rhett pulls free, and we gently lay Lydia down on her side and I recline on my back next to her, spreading my legs automatically. My cock bobs against my stomach, and Rhett gives it a few appreciative strokes before gathering the bottle of lube from near the foot of the bed. Lydia snuggles closer, and I lift my arm to allow her to curl into my side.

The first brush of Rhett’s fingers against my hole makes me gasp, and I let my eyes slide closed as I relax. Lydia traces my tattoos with light fingers, a countermelody to the delicious pressure of Rhett’s finger breaching me for the first time. We both groan, and I force my body to relax, allowing him in farther. His second finger comes soon after, and he thrusts and twists them, spreading me open for his cock.

“Do they hurt?” Lydia whispers curiously.

I look down to find her stroking the swirling letters of my pack tattoo, following the cursive text with a light touch that makes me shiver.

“I’m not sure I’m the right person to answer that question, sweetheart,” I reply with a breathless little chuckle.

She looks up at me with a confused expression until my meaning dawns on her. Because, yes, tattoos can hurt—some more than others—but I enjoy the pain. It’s actually how I discovered pain is one of my kinks. I never squirmed or complained while in the chair; instead, I’d just bask in the endorphins and try my best not to make it weird for the artist.

“He’s such a good little pain slut,” Rhett comments offhandedly, twisting his wrist at the exact right time to brush my prostate and make me see stars.

Lydia moans from beside me, and I feel her arm move. As I glance over, her fingers circle her clit idly while she watches Rhett fuck me with his fingers.

“Has he played with your ass before, sweetheart? He’s always so good.” I groan the last word as Rhett adds a third finger.

“A little. Does it feel good when he fucks you?” Lydia asks, words almost shy.

“So good. You feel so full and—oh, FUCK!”

I buck as Rhett drags a finger across my prostate, and I glare at him as he smirks. I try to growl, but it only comes out as a needy whine. Thankfully, he takes pity on me, withdrawing his fingers only to press the head of his cock against my fluttering hole. We moan together as he thrusts forward, and I pant as he bottoms out and then withdraws in one fluid roll of his hips.

I turn my head to find Lydia watching the place where Rhett and I come together, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

“Ride his cock, love. Let’s make him feel good,” Rhett instructs, not slowing down as he sits back.

Lydia looks at me, and I nod. She smiles as she throws her legs over my hips, taking my cock and guiding it to her still slick entrance. As she sinks down, Rhett stills and I shout, unable to contain the noise at the dual sensation of Rhett in my ass and Lydia hot and tight around my cock. They move slowly at first, and it’s all I can do not to come. They work together, slowly building to a steady rocking that has my mind going into overdrive.

“Sir, please. I want you to—”

Lydia’s plea breaks off in a whine as she shifts to a different angle, her hips grinding as she works herself on me. I finally remember that I still have limbs, and I take her hips in my hands to help her move.

“You want my fingers in that tight ass of yours, little one? Want me to stretch you like I did Luc?” Rhett asks, somehow still steady despite absolutely rocking my world.

“Please, please stretch me, sir,” Lydia begs mindlessly.

“With pleasure.”Rhett slows his pace, and I take over the movement, fucking myself down on him and up into her in turns. There’s a pop of a cap, and Lydia tenses for a moment.

“Relax and breathe for me, sweetheart. There we go,” I soothe, slowing to a smooth roll of my hips.

I feel Rhett’s finger as he pushes past the ring of muscle, gasping as he strokes the underside of my cock through the thin wall between us. Lydia whines and arches, face tense but not with discomfort. If anything, she rocks down and back harder, trying to take more of both of us.

“Slow down, or I’m not going to last,” I pant, pushing some of her hair back so I can see her face.

“I want more. Please,” she whimpers, going still and dropping her head to rest on my sternum.

Rhett and I look up at the same time, locking eyes. His blue irises flash for a moment, the dom sliding back to allow our partner to take the lead.

“Are you asking me to fuck your ass, Lydia?” he asks gently.

There’s a tense moment where all of us go still and silent. I know Lydia has been through some stuff, and this step has been something she and Rhett have been working on together. I smooth a hand down her back, stroking lightly to reassure her. But at long last, she nods.

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