Page 44 of Crushing Clover

Lucky put his mouth to my ear and groaned, making me squirm with unwanted arousal. “Don’t be scared. Saint’s a jerk and he might hurt you, but he won’t ever harm you. You get used to the feeling after a few times, I promise. Eventually, you might even like it.”

I grabbed his hand as though I were falling off a cliff.

Saint’s finger intruded incrementally into my ass, prodding and confident, making me grimace in protest.

Did they all have to watch my face so intently? So fucking embarrassing.

“There’s nothing that makes me hornier than watching someone not used to anal learning to accept the sensation,” Rush admitted. “Remember how red Lucky would turn? He’d be so embarrassed, but his cock always gets so fucking hard.”

“Shut up,” Lucky mumbled. “You’ve bottomed what? Twice? And you were drunk both times. You don’t know what it’s like—not really.”

Saint pushed his finger deeper into me with slow, deliberate precision, convincing my body to accept him even though I couldn’t help but try to keep him out.

“Fuck, I love that she’s hating this.”

It felt different than last time, with all of them observing me, as though I were a science experiment. Tears of mortification scalded my cheeks, and Lucky kissed them away.

“I know it’s uncomfortable, and you’re embarrassed, but you’re being such a good girl for us,” Rushton assured me.

“It can be good even when it’s not,” Lucky said, soothingly. “They’re going to take what they want, so you might as well try to relax. At least he’s being nice.”

“Fuck,” Saint said with a groan. “She’s so fucking tight.”

“I’ll do anything else you want,” I begged, willing to sell my soul to change his mind, if that’s what it took.

“You’ll give me anything else? What else would I want from you that I can’t just take?” He fingerfucked my ass and sucked my clit into his mouth, his teeth sharp as he nipped there.

Oh fuck. Ah fuck.

Why did it have to feel so weirdly good? I didn’t want to like it, and the humiliation of the needy, begging noises it was drawing out of me made me wish my pounding heart would explode so I could die on the spot.

“I think she wants another finger,” Lucky murmured, the fucking traitor.

“No, I don’t!”

Saint was already coating another finger in lube.

Lucky toyed with my pussy, spreading it open and groaning his appreciation. “Filled ass and empty pussy. Why is that always so hot?”

“If you’re not careful you’re going to cum in your shorts,” Rush said, chuckling. He met my eyes in secret acknowledgement of what had happened when he’d taken me to the beach.

“It would hardly be the first time.” But Lucky pulled away his fingers, leaving me with nothing else to focus on except how good their hands felt skimming my body, and how my ass definitely did not want the second finger being slowly coaxed into it.

Saint managed to squeeze it in, forcefully but carefully, insisting my body take it.

“Good,” Rush said, smoothing my hair away from my face. He caressed my cheek, then pushed his finger into my mouth. “Suck, little girl. It’ll help distract you.”

I tried not to squirm because it made Saint finger-fucking my ass feel even stranger. My gasps of distress and pleasure had gotten loud enough I was ashamed. Damn them for making me feel this way when I absolutely didn’t want to.

“Are you going to try three fingers?” Rush asked as soon as my body had adjusted to two being all the way in. I was sobbing and babbling and making an idiot of myself every time Saint flicked my clit with his tongue.

“No. I want her to suffer on my dick, at least a little.” Saint pulled his fingers out of me and left me there, sweaty and panting and mewling with need.

I opened my mouth to beg him to come back, but managed to shut that down before I humiliated myself even worse.

Before I could figure out where Saint had disappeared to, Rush picked me up and ignored my protests. He kissed me long and hard. I melted in his arms, too frustrated and confused to object much.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back and give you what you want,” Saint said.

“It’s not what I want!”

“If you safeword, everything stops,” the asshole reminded me.

“I hate you!”

“Isn’t that the worst?” Lucky commiserated. “Like you’re in any frame of mind to refuse right now?”

Rush turned me in his arms, and laid me on top of Lucky, who was face-up on the bench I’d been plucked from.

Lucky guided my descent, draping my legs to either side of him, and guiding his pierced cock into my slick pussy.

I gave an involuntary, shuddering sigh when he was hilt-deep inside me—it was exactly what my body wanted.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Despite his words, he didn’t move beneath me. Desperate, I struggled on top of him, rubbing against him shamelessly.

“Patience, little girl.” At first, I thought Rush had said it, but then I realized it was Saint speaking from behind me.

“No!” I whined.

“Rush, have 9-1-1 on standby in case she snaps my dick off.”

“If he loses his dick putting it somewhere it doesn’t belong, he should have to live with the consequences,” I said sourly.

All three of them laughed with real amusement, and I almost let myself enjoy the moment of triumph, but then Saint positioned himself behind me. Lucky stroked his hands down my sides and made comforting sounds that did nothing to ease my consternation.

“Ready?” Saint demanded.

“No!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, bootlicker. I don’t care if you’re ready.”

When Lucky didn’t answer, I glanced at Rush to find him holding out his phone as though he were filming us.

“No!”

“Yes,” Saint said from behind me. “I have to pay attention to what I’m doing back here, but I want to be able to watch you cry later.”

“Fucking sadist!”

“You say that like it’s new information,” Lucky said, amused. “I’m ready anytime you are.”

Saint rubbed the head of his cock over my back hole, and I held my breath, bracing for the worst. He pushed, fighting my body to accept his size.

Like Rush, Saint’s cock felt absolutely massive.

I gritted my teeth in anxious discomfort as he tried to coax the head of his cock into a much too small and tender hole.

It refused to go in, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“See?” I said quickly. “It’s too big.”

Lucky shifted me, pulling out.

“No! Give it back!” I objected, sulking as he deprived me of the part of this that actually felt good.

He slotted his cock between my pussy lips, and I shivered at the feel of his dick piercing.

I squirmed on top of him, and he grabbed a hold of my hips, stilling me for Saint who moved into position again.

“Why does he get what he wants, and we don’t get what we want?” I grumbled.

“We’re all going to get what we want as soon as we get set up.”

“Why can’t you take turns? It would be easier.”

“Because this is fun. Eventually you might even agree.”

Saint pushed against my ass again, and unfortunately, this time my body accepted him, bit by bit. I shook my head, but didn’t dare move. Saint groaned in pleasure as I whined in discomfort. Rush and Lucky swore appreciatively.

“She hates that so fucking much,” Rush murmured, his words more of a groan. “You’re going to love watching this later.”

“That’s right sweetheart,” Lucky whispered, “You grind that little clit on my cock. Use me to make yourself feel better.”

Saint stirred his hips, making room for himself in my very unappreciative body.

Why did this have to be something men liked? Probably because they were all evil.

I drew short, shallow breaths, trying to stop myself from hyperventilating as he slid more deeply into my guts.

God, he had to be almost all the way in, right?

It wasn’t as horrible as what had happened to me at the resort, at least. He was taking his time.

I appreciated that he didn’t seem to want to damage the merchandise, but it was still the worst.

When he was all the way in, he paused, covering me with his body. I could feel the hammering of his heart against my back, and his arousal turned me on.

“It’s good, right?” Rush demanded, breathless.

“It’s terrible,” Saint replied tightly. “From now on, you should leave this for me until I get her good and broken in.”

Rush chuckled. “How charitable of you.”

“I am a saint.”

“From the look on her face, I think the lady begs to differ.” Lucky grumbled. “Is it my turn yet?”

“You can try to get back in, but I doubt it’s going to work.”

“I’ll give you another few minutes.”

I closed my eyes, wishing I could pause my brain until this was over, but I couldn’t un-think well enough to dissociate.

“Hold still,” he demanded, as though I had any choice in the matter. Between his weight on top of me, and Lucky hanging onto my hips, I couldn’t do much else.

He eased in and out of me, one careful thrust at a time, until he could move more freely inside me. It still felt horrible, but marginally less so.

“There now, that’s not so bad,” Lucky crooned to me, kissing my cheek where it was pressed against his mouth. “It’ll keep getting easier. Soon, you’re going to like it.”

It was about as enjoyable as flossing my teeth with tinfoil, but sure.

“Such a good girl,” Rush said, pushing my hair back.

It seemed like a sweet gesture until I remembered he was recording me.

Bastard. He was zoomed in on my face and I wanted to spit at him, but my fear of moving the wrong way made me settle for staring at him with knitted brows.

“You’re doing such a good job, taking his big cock up your ass.

” I didn’t want to like pleasing him, and yet his words made me focus desperately on his face, as I clung to Lucky.

I protested as Saint picked up speed, making me dig my nails into Lucky’s broad, tattooed shoulders. Saint put his hand over my mouth, muffling my grunts and whines. Were they suddenly afraid the neighbors might hear? Maybe they would. I didn’t fucking care.