Page 105 of Rules Of Our Own

River rubs his palm over my ass, and it’s still tender from his slap. I bet there’s a fucking bruise. “This requires lube. Always.”

I nod, forehead down, arms bent beside my head.

He trails one finger down my crack, then buries himself up to the knuckle.

I grunt through clenched teeth at the foreign invasion, and River stays still while I adjust. I relax into the bed, and River inches back steadily before gliding in. This time, it doesn’t feel foreign. It feels right. So fucking right.

I rock my hips, taking more of him, and River pulls out again. I’m going to fucking kill him.

Two fingers are at my entrance, and my mouth drops open as he enters me. Twice as full, my body takes its time adjusting to him.

“River?”

“I’ve got you.”

I nod, unable to speak again.

He adjusts his fingers, grazing a spot that has a delicious pressure shooting up my spine. I cry out, and River pushes down on it, turning my cry into a moan.

“There it is.” He massages my prostate in measured movements. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever done, and I’m frozen in place.

“Mia, put your hand here,” River says, and her delicate fingers touch just below his. He pulls out and instantly guides two of her fingers in.

She’s smaller, and I rock back, wanting more pressure. River chuckles, spanking my ass in the same spot as before, sending shards of pleasure to my weeping fucking dick.

I go to grab it, and he growls. “Touch it and this ends.”

Breathing through the frustration, I resist snapping at him. Barely.I’m fucking dying here.

I grip the sheet in my fist by my head and don’t move.

River rubs careful circles over my red cheek, then moves his hand to Mia’s. This time, he pushes in over hers, my ass burns with the stretch, and every muscle in my body locks up. My chest tightens as he adjusts her finger, compressing the air from my lungs.

“Just here. You feel it?” River’s coaching her in low tones, and the second she hits my prostate, I buck into her.

“That’s it,” he says to her like I’m not even here. I twist my head so I can see them; they’re just at the corner of my vision. River’s wrapped around Mia’s back where she stands at the edge of the bed between my knees.

His fingers roll and pinch at her nipple as she buries her fingers into me. My dick pulses. The bed’s soaked from my dripping cock.

“You got it?” River’s voice is a low rumble.

“Yeah,” she replies, voice raspy.

He’s gone for a moment before returning to her side. He runs something smooth and round down the length of my back, then between my thighs. It takes me a second to realize it’s a fucking dildo.

Mia pulls out, and River applies pressure with the head of the toy but doesn’t enter.

Shivers run along my spine as I get used to the feeling of something so big pressing against me.

River shifts to the side so I can see him. He holds up a toy that’s not quite a dildo. It’s blue and round but thinner than I thought. It’s curved downward, and my mouth waters, knowing the exact spot it’ll hit.

“Okay?” River asks, and it’s so casual, like we can stop right now and he’d be completely fine. My chest warms, knowing he’s giving me control on purpose.

“I’m nervous as shit,” I manage to grind out.

His gaze pierces mine, dead fucking serious. “Say stop and it’s over. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“What will it be like?”

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