Page 109 of Puck Yes

With a smug smile, Stefan nods. “Yeah, just a little.”

These guys. Their plans. God, it’s so much. And I’m so ready, except for one little detail. “I’m on birth control. And I’ve been tested.”

“I’ve been tested too. Negative,” Hayes says.

Stefan seconds him.

I tell Hayes to lie on his back. He complies, his big body a gorgeous invitation with his miles of golden skin, scars, and tattoos. I straddle him, stroking a hand along his thick, throbbing dick. I reach for the lube, then coat his shaft even though I’m outrageously wet. But I need all the extra help I can get as I sink down on his slick cock.

His jaw clenches, then he grunts, “Yesss. You feel so fucking good.”

His hands clamp over my hips, and he pushes up into me. I wriggle down, letting the pleasure and the pressure wash over me. For a minute or so, we set a rhythm, then I look behind me. Stripped naked, Stefan is kneeling on the bed, stroking his cock, lubing up.

I draw the biggest breath in the world. “Fuck me too.” An electric charge tears through me when I hear my own demand.

“That’s my girl,” he says, then he grips my hips, angling me up.

I’ve researched this. I looked up articles on the best way to take two penises in a vagina at the same time.

But really when it comes right down to it, you don’t know till you try. Here we go.

I lean closer to Hayes, my chest to his, giving Stefan plenty of room. He doesn’t shove his dick into me though. First, he coats his fingers in lube, then takes his time pushing one in.

I hiss in a breath. That’s…extra.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, then adds another.

Oh god. It’s so tight. It’s so much. I tense.

Roaming a gentle hand down my back, Stefan says, “Let me know if it hurts, if you want me to stop.”

“I will,” I say as I nod. But I want it to feel good. I think it will. “Keep going,” I urge. I’m not stopping yet. No way.

He slides his fingers in, then eases them out, fucking me with his fingers while Hayes barely moves his cock. It’s painful, for sure. But it’s also…not.

The possibilities are just out of reach, and I try to move with Stefan as he opens me up. After a few minutes, I’m sweating, and Hayes is a coiled wire of tension under me. But I still…want.

I nod, breathing hard. “I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” Stefan says, then slides out his fingers.

I relax again, but I also feel emptier. Hayes brushes my hair from my face. “You feel incredible,” he says, and he’s normally the rougher one, the dirtier one, but it feels right to hear him say those words while Stefan nudges the head of his cock against my pussy. Trouble is, when Stefan pushes in an inch, I tense everywhere, locking up. Instantly, Hayes kisses my cheek, whispers against my lips, “Breathe, baby.”

I inhale and Stefan pushes in more. Then deeper. “You’re doing so good,” Stefan praises.

“You’re taking us so well,” Hayes encourages me.

But it’s so tight. It’s so much. Sharp spikes of pain radiate through me.

“You okay?” Stefan asks with deep concern.

I bite the corner of my lip, then whisper, “It hurts.”

“Do you want me to—”

I shake my head. “Just go slow, okay?”

A kiss to my back. Hands in my hair. Tender touches. They give me time to adjust to the sensations. I close my eyes, breathe in, out, like I’m doing yoga and moving into a new pose. Like yoga, it can hurt, but this hurts so good.

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