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His grin made my stomach flutter, and not just with arousal. “My lady of the diner,” he said. This time it didn’t sound like he was being a smartass.

He carried me to one of the few booths in the diner. Most of my customers were singles. Occasionally pilots and copilots came in together. Once in a while, I’d get a whole ship’s crew, and they’d crowd into the booths and line up at the counter, raucous and tiresome and drunk as they demanded food and directions to the brothel.

Thalan shoved a table out of the way and pushed two opposite benches together. I liked where this was going, but the makeshift bed wouldn’t be big enough for him without his entire legs hanging over the end. Not comfortable at all for him, even for a wild fuck with a diner owner.

Instead, he put me on my knees on the benches with my ass facing him. Oh. The bencheswerea perfect height and size for that.

He stroked in and out of me slowly still, first with one cock and then the other. I’d learned how they each felt and the different angles and could tell which he used without looking. I leaned down on my forearms and he growled his appreciation for how deeply he could fuck me in this position.

This was a different kind of sex. Slower, deeper, more deliberate. I sensed a change in him, something less sarcastic or playful. Something more…primal. And I liked it.

While he fucked me slowly, I felt something new: the nudge of his other cock against my pussy too. I tensed.

He caressed my ass, then slid his hand around my hip and began to circle my clit in the way I liked. I arched against him with a moan, my hand joining his to drive me closer to a climax. I wanted to take both his cocks, but I didn’t know if I could.

It seemed Thalan wasn’t sure either. Instead, he slipped his upper cock out and slid the other in. I let out a breath and relaxed. He continued to rub my clit, however, and I felt another climax rising, softer this time.

As the warmth spread, his fingers dipped into my pussy along with his thrusts. I moaned and pushed back against his hand and cock, urging him to do that more. Maybe we could slowly work up to both cocks.

When I came with a groan and shudders, his fingers delved inside me, curled as if he was gathering the wetness of my release on his hand. The reason why became evident a moment later, when his wet fingers moved to my ass. I tensed again and stilled.

There wasno way. No way at all I could take one of his cocks in my ass.

He withdrew his cock and kneeled behind me, pushing my legs farther apart as he spread my ass with his hands. Despite all we’d done, I felt another self-conscious flush creep over my flesh as he studied me, spread open for him again.

And then his tongue traveled from my pussy to my ass in one long, sinuous lick, and I forgot all about my embarrassment.

His tongue explored the contours of my asshole, seeking the sensitive areas and probing at the tiny opening. His fingers circled my clit as his tongue licked and stroked and prodded, until my asshole opened just enough for him to slide the tip of his tongue inside.

The raspy, wet heat of his tongue felt so good that I nearly collapsed, but he held me up and against him, stroking in and out first with his tongue and then with one wet fingertip, wonderfully hot and slick with my wetness and his saliva. And then he added another finger, still stroking and turning and curving slightly to make me shake and scratch my nails on the bench’s worn seat.

A third finger joined the others and now I moved against him, fucking his fingers with my ass. I had done some ass play before with Sakal, but never with more than one or two fingers. And he’d never pushed me to go any further. I’d never been sure either of us wanted to. I was absolutely certain now that I wanted to go as far with Thalan as my body and his would allow.

I heard soft sounds and felt saliva dripping between my ass cheeks. More lubrication from Thalan’s mouth. I wasn’t sure it would be enough, though.

“Oil, in the kitchen,” I told him, my voice hoarse.

He left me for only moments. When he returned, I heard the sound of a cap snapping off a bottle and then the soft sound of him stroking the oil on his cocks. Then he drizzled oil over my ass, where it dripped into my asshole and down my legs. I whimpered in need.

“One at a time, Ariel,” he said, his mouth against my bare back. His fingers stroked my clit, circling, teasing, making me shake and arch against him, spreading myself even wider for him.

His lower cock slid into my pussy with a sensation that felt as comfortable as coming home. I loved that angle the most.Not that I should pick a favorite cock, I thought, and then almost laughed at the idea.

An hour or two ago, I would never have imagined such a thought would cross my mind. Not unless it was a single favorite cock attached to a single male.

A single cock might never be good enough again.

He stroked me gently, then more quickly, while his fingertips rubbed my clit just how I liked. Then the head of his upper cock pushed against my ass. The pressure was gentle, but unyielding. Without mercy.Oh gods. Oh gods. I might have been praying, which I’d never really done.

His cock head popped through my tight ring with a flash of blinding pain mixed with pleasure. I yowled, my body simultaneously trying to push him out and wanting more of him inside. My vision turned hazy and filled with stars.

“Easy,” he said, holding me still with his hands on my hips. “Easy and slow. Just breathe.”

I did. I breathed. I mumbled prayers mixed with Thalan’s name and I breathed.

A little more oil flowed between my ass cheeks. And he moved again, still holding me in place. Then more, and more. I had never felt so very, very full.

When I moved back toward him, pushing more of him inside me of my own accord, he growled in pleasure for the first time since he’d breached my asshole. His rumble made me moan and try to find a handhold on the bench seat.