Page 30 of Devotion

She gave a little nod. “We’re exploring this together.”

“If it gets to be too much, or the pain outweighs the pleasure, then we stop, no questions asked,” I promised, running a soothing palm along her flank. “This is all for you, Sunshine. You set the pace. And the rules.”

“A friend of mine told me about her experience with this. She said to use traffic lights as a guide. Red meansstop. Yellow, proceed with caution. Green, full steam ahead.”

“That’s a solid plan. Who’s your friend? I should send her a muffin basket,” I teased, but the look on her face told me that was not a topic open for discussion. Oh shit—it was Rosie. Nothing would ruin this faster than Thorne finding out what a freak in the sheets his little sis was. Yeah, we weren’t touching that with a ten-foot pole.

“Okay, traffic lights it is.” Thorne got into position on his knees behind Sunday, his hand wrapping around her waist just above mine. “I think I might need you to slide out and make space for me,” he murmured, gaze trained down to where I could only assume Sunday was stretched around me.

Before I could move, I felt his finger slide up the underside of my cock as he sank the digit inside her, working her open carefully. The unexpected sensation sent a full-body shiver rocking through me.

“Jesus, fuck, Thorne. A little warning would be nice before you do that next time.”

“Sorry, just thought opening her up a bit more might help.”

“Don’t complain, Kingston. The way you twitched inside me says you liked it as much as I did,” Sunday teased.

“I didn’t say he should stop. It’s a good theory. I just needed a heads-up before he put it into practice.”

“Good point. I’m going to add a second finger. Is that all right?”

I glanced over Sunday’s shoulder at Thorne. “Look at us, practicing enthusiastic consent. This isn’t a porno, it’s an educational video.”

“That’s not a yes, Kingston.”

“Yes, Thorne, give her another finger. I can take it.”

“Dove?”

“Green.”

He leaned forward, his lips at her ear as his fingers slid into her tight channel. “Good girl, Sunday. I bet you can’t wait to take both of us. Having us fill and stretch you.”

“Oh God,” she panted.

Hell, I think I did too.

“Are you two ready for me?” Thorne asked, pulling his fingers free of her cunt and sucking them clean as he waited for our answers.

“Fuck yes,” I whispered. The feel of his fingers rubbing up my length when sunk inside Sunday’s heat was foreign but not unwelcome. I was definitely intrigued to see what it would be like having him in here with me. How tight she would grip us. How hard she would milk our cocks. Fuck.

“Green, Noah. Please.”

“All right. Relax for me, little wolf. This is going to be a tight fit.”

Thorne pushed her forward until she was on all fours, her hair falling like a curtain across my face, hiding us in our own Sunday-scented sanctuary. I couldn’t help myself; I smirked and whispered, “Hi.”

She grinned. “Hi.”

Then I kissed her, soft and tender, soaking in an unexpected private moment. But then Thorne’s dick was nudging at her opening, brushing the base of me and making her and me groan in unison.

“Fuck,” I whispered against her lips.

He pushed in a little more, but didn’t even make it an inch before he rasped, “Color?”

“Green,” I grunted.

“Yellow,” Sunday said, eyes squeezed shut.

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