Page 75 of Wanted

I tilted my head to the side to see what he was up to. I saw him undress for me. I inhaled. My eyes drifted to Alex. “Can he hold me?”

“What did you say?” Fylox asked.

“Can Alex hold me while you…”

“What is it?” He was amused at my speechlessness. Fuck. I wasn’t a shy girl.

“I want Alex to hold me while you fuck my ass.”

“Sounds like something Alex would do,” Fylox commented smartly. “Scared already, brat?”

“Is brat the best name you can come up with?” I teased him.

“You prefer to be called a whore?”

I nodded.

“Too bad you haven’t earned the title yet.”

Alex joined us, moving in front of me. I held unto him, grabbing the sides of his head. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. It was weird, kissing Alex while Fylox stroked himself behind me. I felt his gaze on my skin, and it gave me shivers of the good kind.

“Aren’t you going to prep her? We don’t have lube…” Alex spoke against my lips. His hands didn’t move south. He feared accidentally touching Fylox and setting him off. Alex held my head in his hands, his thumb rubbing my jaw.

“Stop being so pragmatical about it,” Fylox said, sounding like he could give a fuck less. “Brats don’t deserve lube.”

I agreed with him. Fuck, it was wrong. I had horrible experiences with painful anal. I did. Three hospitalizations later, and I still hadn’t learned my lesson. I got wet just hearing him talk that way. I’d been wired wrong. I knew that.

“Hold onto your lord and savior, brat. This is going to hurt.”

“Fylox…” Alex wanted to intervene. He didn’t understand. I met his eyes, and I gazed at him. I wanted to say so much, but I couldn’t. This wasn’t the moment for sentimentalities. He was delightful, but he only needed to sit back and watch us do what we knew how to do best.

The water wasted away. Fylox spread my cheeks with his eager hands. After picking up some moisture from my pussy, his fingers found the tight ring of muscles. He played with me, relaxing the tightness. His fingers slid inside with ease. He removed them swiftly, lining up his hard cock. Alex watched me as I took frantic breaths. There was skepticism in his eyes, but I didn’t let it faze me. One of my hands was draped around Alex, and the other teased my nipples, sending tremors straight to my pussy.

When Fylox sunk into me, I gasped, needing a moment to recollect my thoughts. He hoisted me up with his arm around my hips. Consequently, he slid all the way in. His balls pressed against me. I was a sucker for pain, and the delicious stinging that I felt as a result of his length inside of me consumed me.

“Are you okay, baby?” Alex asked, caressing the side of my cheek. I nodded. Tears were coming from my eyes, but they were happy tears.

“I’m sorry, Fylox.” I added, “But it feels way too fucking good to be fucked again.”

He was already deep inside of me. When he thrust into me, basically shoving me right into Alex’s arms, I realized that I had been wrong.

“You can touch your pussy.”

“Can Alex touch me?”

A moment of silence followed. It felt like I was the only one breathing.

“Yes.”

I almost twirled with happiness.

The tension in the air evaporated, and a smirk graced Alex’s face. He trailed one hand down my body, taking his time to tease me before he reached my wet folds. I rolled my nipples between my fingers, tilting my head to the side. The move propelled Alex forward. He planted kisses on the sensitive skin below my ear.

Fylox didn’t move. I felt his thick cock inside of me, but he didn’t shift. He drove me further up. I was now plastered against Alex, feeling his thickness against my belly. My feet didn’t touch the ground anymore. It wasn’t an entirely comfortable position. I could sense that the hands gripping me would result in marks tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I’d put on some pants so that Jordan wouldn’t be too scandalized.

My body was overly sensitive after months of neglect. I came on Alex’s fingers, rubbing my clit, and Fylox took that as a sign to start moving inside of me. He took it slower than I expected. I had prepared myself for a bloodbath, but he was gentle with me.

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.