Page 87 of Rules Of Our Own

“Y…yes.” I’ve only done a few times before, but I’m definitely into it. I wonder if I shift my hips back just a little more if I can get Alex to do it again.

Alex chuckles and leans forward, the weight of his chest against my back, and his hips press mine into the edge of the table, holding me in place. He places a kiss between my shoulder blades before he straightens himself but doesn’t let me budge.

“Mia?” River strokes a damp strand of my hair back from my face and crouches so I don’t have to strain my neck to look at him from where my head is turned to the side against the table. I suck in a breath when his gaze meets mine. His eyes are hooded pools of black lust.

“I got you something. I’ll admit it was wishful thinking on my part, but now that we have you laid out here, I’m so fucking happy I did,” River says and holds a small steel object in his hand. It’s thick like an egg, but one end is pointier, and the other has a crystal-encrusted circular disk.

My eyes flash wide when I realize what it is. “Holy shit. Is that a buttplug?”

He twirls the object, his large hands making it appear small. “Have you ever used one before?”

I shake my head, breath caught in my throat.

He moves it to my back, and I can feel the cool metal on my spine, and it sends a shiver straight to my core. “Do you trust me?”

Am I really doing this? Apprehension, maybe even fear, tightens my chest, and my fingers curl into my palm. I search River’s gaze. It’s calm, open. Whatever we do next would be up to me. “What if I don’t like it?”

Alex’s palm rubs a small circle on the side of my hip. “Then we stop. We’ll only ever do things you like, okay?”

I swallow hard. “Yeah, okay.”

River kisses my temple and whispers in my ear. “Good, Love. So fucking perfect.”

A shiver rolls through me at his praise, and I suddenly want to do anything he asks. He moves back, and I lose sight of him, not that it matters because every ounce of concentration I have is focused on River trailing the toy in a languid path down my back. I clench when he reaches my tailbone and pauses. He sets the small object there, forcing me to stay perfectly still so as not to drop it. If there’s a book on the most horrendous torture techniques, I’m sure this is in it.

What feels like Alex’s hands knead into the sides of my ass, relaxing the muscles. The second the tension leaves my body, he pulls them apart and lets out a low groan. “Fuck, Kitten. You are so pretty.”

His words ease some of my anxiety at being displayed like this.

The toy is removed from my back and replaced by River’s kiss. “We’re going to get started. Tell me to stop at any point you’re uncomfortable. You’re going to feel stretched, but it shouldn’t hurt.”

I nod and place my forehead to the table, my arms curling into my sides instinctually. My mouth drops open when a tickle of warm liquid is poured down my crack, followed by River’s touch. He starts by rubbing a smooth path from my tailbone over my hole, where he splits his fingers to circle where Alex’s cock is deep in my pussy before pulling back. Alex makes an almost pained sound, but he doesn’t move. Instead, we’re frozen as River works us over. The motion is soothing in its slowness, and the muscles in my back start to relax until I’m melted on the table.

The pad of his finger circles my tight hole, and it’s not until I push back toward him that he breaches the rim. “Holy shit. Holy shit.”

River hums and moves until he’s knuckle-deep. He gives me a moment to adjust, pushing in and out several times before adding another finger and pressing back in. A low moan is pulled from my throat as the pressure builds. It’s almost too much, and I have no idea how I’m going to take the toy.

Alex stays perfectly still, cock still buried deep inside me as River leisurely strokes me until I release my breath.

“Good, you’re doing so fucking good, Love.” River removes his fingers, but my whine of disapproval is cut short when his tongue flattens over my asshole. I jerk hard, no doubt bruising the crap out of my hip bones.

River just hums and does it again. My eyes roll back at the smooth slide of the sensation.

“Feel good, Kitten?” Alex’s thumbs stroke my skin before pulling my cheeks apart further.

“You have no idea,” I say through clenched teeth.

Alex’s hips buck into me, and he lets out a guttural groan. I have a moment to wonder if he wants to try before the steel tip of the toy is pressed to my entrance. My jaw locks, and I tighten against the invasion.

“Relax your muscles, Love. Breathe.”

I take a deep breath, and my eyes roll back in my head when the cool steel breaches my hole, and the constant pressure grows as it moves deeper.

“That’s it, Love. There you go. You’re doing so well.” River’s encouragement, mixed with the added pressure, has me pushing toward the edge of another orgasm. When it’s fully seated, he gives my ass a little tap and groans. “You’re beautiful. Taking his cock with my toy in your ass. Soon, you’ll be ready to take us both.”

My pussy clenches hard, drawing a groan from Alex, who bucks into me. The sensation of fullness doubles now that he’s moving within. My body trembles as the sensation rises, tightening my tendons as an unbearable ache builds in my core. My breath catches as I’m edging toward release.

Alex pulls out, and I scream, my orgasm stolen from me. He just laughs and kisses my spine before flipping me over and sinking right back in. My back arches off the table as the pressure rises again with each stroke.

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