“Derrick, I’ve never… no one’s ever…” I trailed off. Considering everything that had happened between us, why was I so embarrassed to tell them I’d never been fucked in the ass before?

“I know. You just didn’t know you were saving this perfect little hole for me.”

His finger withdrew, gathered more slickness, and returned. He worked the wetness into me with patient, shallow thrusts. Then I felt the blunt, wide head of his cock replace his finger.

“Let’s put our soundproofing to the test.”

He pushed forward.

This was nothing like his finger. This was thick and insistent and relentless, and my body resisted for two agonizing seconds before the head breached the tight ring and he sank into me with a slow, steady push that drove the breath from my lungs in a long, shattered exhale.

“Oh God—”

“That’s it, little pet.”

The words registered slowly. Little pet. He’d called me that before, whispered it against the wall, murmured it while he fed me his cock. Hearing it now, with his cock spreading me open from behind, made butterflies flutter deep inside my core.

He bottomed out. I could feel every inch of him inside me, impossibly deep, stretching me in a way that walked the line between discomfort and a dark, terrifying pleasure I hadn’t expected.

He pulled back, slowly, and I felt every ridge and vein in excruciating detail as my body gripped him. Then he pushed forward again, and I didn’t even try to keep from moaning.

Derrick set a rhythm. Not fast, not gentle. Each stroke was deep and complete, withdrawing almost fully before driving back in, and the pace gave my body just enough time to clench around the emptiness before he filled me again. The table creaked beneath me with every thrust.

“I’m going to put a tail here later.”

The casualness of the statement, paired with the fact that his cock was currently buried in my ass, made my face burn hotter than my bottom. My pussy was clenching around nothing, spasming with each thrust into my stretched, sore hole, and the combined sensation of being full in one place and desperately empty in the other was making me half-insane.

His hand reached around my hip. I felt his fingers find my clit and pinch.

Not rub. Not stroke. Pinch.

He trapped the swollen bud between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed, and the orgasm that had been building without my permission slammed to a halt.

“Not yet.”

My forehead pressed into the table. “Derrick, please—”

“Not until I say.”

He kept fucking me. Long, deep strokes that never hurried, never faltered, each one filling me completely. The table’s legs scraped against the floor. My fingers spread and gripped and couldn’t find purchase on the smooth surface.

I heard two sets of footsteps, approaching from different sides. Then Alex’s hands came down on my shoulders, warm and steadying, pinning me to the table from above, and his mouth found my ear.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

From the other side, Landon’s hands gripped my wrists and pressed them flat to the table on either side of my head. He leaned down so his mouth was level with my other ear.

“Look at you. Taking a cock in your ass while two men hold you down.”

“One day soon,” Landon continued, “we’re going to fuck all three of your holes at once.”