Page 33 of Playing By Their Rules

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes?” he asks, pausing. “Say please, angel, and I’ll keep doing it.”

“Please,” I say, even while I keep my eyes on Chance. “Please.”

“All right.” He continues at that angle, taking me higher and higher. I hook my leg more firmly over his and try to move him faster.

It feels so good, I’m going to burst. I dig my fingers into his shoulders. The men’s heat, their scents, surround me, holding me in this cocoon of pleasure while magic brews potent with every movement, every caress, kiss, stroke. Chance cups my ass and his fingers spread out until he’s touching my asshole. He rubs gently, not pushing inside, but with insistent pressure. I want to squirm away, but doing so would take me out of the perfect rhythm and angle with Ethan. I have to let myself enjoy the strange, new sensation.

“You like this,” Chance says, a dark satisfaction in his voice. “Admit it, baby girl.”

“I—I do,” I gasp.

“Our dirty baby girl,” he croons, pushing harder against that ring of muscle while Ethan strokes within my pussy.

I couldn’t hold back the orgasm if I tried—I burst forth out of our cocoon in sparkles, color, and light, pleasure carrying me up and outward, amazed at the new world I’ve found with these beautiful, sexy men.

Ethan fucks me harder until he stops all of a sudden, groaning and going rigid against me. His cock pulses inside of me, and I realize he has come, too.

“Flip to your back, baby girl,” Chance says.

Ethan pulls out of me carefully, then helps me lie back. Chance gets up on his knees and gives his cock several long, hard strokes. His mouth, half-hidden by his dark whiskers, is grim with determination and lust. A stream of come shoots from the tip of his cock, landing over my stomach and breasts.

“Fuck, baby, so pretty,” he growls as the last of it spurts out of him. “You’re pretty all the time, but covered in Daddy’s come? Perfection.”

My breath comes out in pants. I feel like I’ve just been shocked with pleasure, and now I can’t move.

Ethan leans over and kisses me gently, and when he pulls back, Chance lowers his face to mine and does the same.

“Wait here,” Chance says. “I’ll get a washcloth to clean up that beautiful mess on your tits.”

By the time he’s wiped me down with a warm washcloth, my heart rate has returned to normal. I’m still lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to absorb the impact of what we’ve all just done. I just lost my virginity while in bed with two guys. That’s not normal, is it? Does it matter? It doesn’t have to be that big of a deal, I remind myself. Sure, I was a virgin, but I’ve looked at porn, I’ve masturbated plenty, and really, this doesn’t need to be a whole big thing.

Giving a little sigh of satisfaction at my revelation, I move to get up.

“Where are you going?” Ethan rumbles next to me.

I give them both a regretful smile. “I need to head home.”

“Stay with us,” Chance says.

There’s a weight to his words, and I wonder if this is unusual for them. I remember them saying, that one night five years ago, that they don’t bring women to their apartments. With me, they’ve broken this rule. Are sleepovers also outside of their usual routine?

Still, I shake my head. “I can’t. My roommate will worry, and I don’t have clothes, and…this isn’t like me.”

“Baby girl.” Chance tilts my chin so I’m forced to look at him. “What we did here tonight was beautiful. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. But we’ll move at your speed. At least let me drive you home, will you?”

His words of reassurance wash over me, blanketing me in peace and calm. He’s right, what we did was beautiful. And him saying that they’ll move at my speed hints that we might be able to do this again.

“So we can drive you home?” he prompts.

“Okay.” I surprise him with the force of a sudden hug, and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around me.

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Maisie

Ethan drives, and Chance sits in the back seat with me, holding my hand.

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