Page 32 of Playing By Their Rules

Ethan hesitates, the head of his cock right there, teasing my entrance. “You change your mind at any time, even if I’m inside of you, say so,” he says. “Safe word, or any word like no, or stop, or wait. We’re not playing right now, angel. This is real. You understand?”

This is real. I stare into his eyes and nod.

10

SANCTUARY

Maisie

Ethan presses into me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his thickness. I’m so wet, it doesn’t hurt much beyond a slightly painful stretch.

There’s no “pop” of my “freshness seal” breaking. Given how much fun I’ve had solo, plus years of using my menstrual cup, I don’t have a hymen at all. The cynical side of me wants to say that there’s nothing special about this, that Ethan’s cock is just another tool for pleasure, and tonight is just like any other night.

But that would be a lie. There is everything special about this. Not because I’m losing my virginity, but because I’m with these two men. I’ve wanted them for five years, and now I have them, and the reality is sinking in faster than Ethan’s cock.

Speaking of, I wish he would sink in a little faster.

“More,” I say, using my leg that’s draped over his to try to tug him forward.

“Let me savor you,” he says, nuzzling his nose against mine.

“No, I want you to fuck me.”

There’s a light slap on my rear. It isn’t hard, but my ass is sore from the spanking Ethan gave me at the club. I yelp, arching forward and forcing myself onto Ethan some more.

Chance says, “We’ll decide when the fucking happens, baby girl.”

I scowl back at him, but the sight of him behind me is too freaking hot for me to stay angry for long. He’s holding his cock in his hand, squeezing the base before rippling his hand up the length of it. His abs are tight while he pleasures himself. Now that I’m looking at him, he stares back at me for a long moment before moving his gaze pointedly to where Ethan and I are joined.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” he says. “You feel his cock stretching you? Is he hitting all the parts inside of you?”

I nod.

“Talk to me out loud, baby girl. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“I—yes, he’s hitting all the parts inside of me.”

At that moment, Ethan decides to pull out before stroking back inside, and it feels like he’s going farther in. I gasp and clutch his shoulders.

Ethan continues to stroke in and out. The friction lights me up from the inside, heats my blood. Every nerve is awakened as if we dialed up my sensitivity past its limit. Chance kisses my neck and rubs his cock against my backside. He’s not going to fuck me there, he said, but the idea that he could, that he could just take what he wants because I’m already spread open for his friend, is tantalizing.

I turn to look over my shoulder, because Chance has pulled away slightly. “Is this…is this good? For you?”

“It’s—fuck—it’s so good,” Chance says in a raspy voice, his gaze locked on the place where Ethan’s pushing in and pulling out of me. Chance strokes his cock, firm motions with a tight grip. “I like watching. And next time it’ll be both of us. I’ll be buried in your ass, baby girl. It’ll be so good, both of your daddies filling you up at the same time.”

Holy heck, that’s a forbidden yet super hot image in my mind. Ethan flexes in a way that causes my pussy to flutter and I gasp, turning to look at him.

“Eyes on me,” Chance says. “Ethan might be the one fucking you, but I want to see your face when you come.”

“Seems only fair,” Ethan grunts, “since I’m the one feeling her pussy milking my cock.”

Chance chuckles. “Bastard. You have to rub it in.”

“While you,” Ethan pants, “have to rub one out.”

I would laugh if my limbs weren’t tightening, electrified with my oncoming orgasm.

Ethan changes the angle of his hips. The base of his cock drags over my clit.

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