Page 97 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
“But I want to,” I whine, being swept up in this moment with them.
He brushes my cheek. “We should build up to it. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll say stop,” I promise.
His eyes search mine. “If it hurts, we stop. No pushing through.”
“I’ll listen to my body,” I say, more certain now.
“You promise?”
“Yes,” I state firmly.
He inhales, then looks to Kyle.
“I heard the boss,” Kyle jokes and reaches for a condom. He bites the wrapper while keeping his fingers inside of me. I watch him slide the condom on and spit the wrapper to the floor.
“Such a pro,” I tease, and he winks, and that wink sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing through me.
Kyle smirks and reaches for the lube. Brandon is still inside me, moving slowly, patiently.
My heart pounds as Kyle coats himself. This is crazy. This is something I’ve only read about. And now it’sreal. I want to see if I can take both of them. I need to know what it feels like.
Brandon tightens his arms around me. “I love you,” he says softly, into my skin.
I kiss his chest and look up. “I love you too.”
“I’m loving that we’re trying this,” Kyle chimes in, earning a laugh from both of us. “But Taylor, seriously, keep us in the loop. We do not want to hurt you.”
“Okay,” I say, a new nervousness running through me with how concerned they’re both sounding.
Kyle moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips.
“I’m taking my fingers out and then pressing my tip in,” Kyle says. “Ready?”
I nod. His fingers slide free, and I brace myself. The absence makes me feel emptier than I expected.
“Don’t expect to take all of him right now,” Brandon says, brushing my hair. “We’ll go until it hurts.”
I feel Kyle’s tip press against me—stretching, probing. My body tenses.
“Hold me tight,” I say, wanting to feel Brandon’s arms over me. He bear hugs me as I feel more sensation. My mind flashes to being at the gynecologist. That’s the last time I felt this type of pressure. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Not sharp, not quite pain—but intense. Deep. I exhale, living in it, and feel so safe in Brandon’s arms.
“How are you doing?” Kyle asks behind me, his voice low and careful.
“Okay,” I breathe.
It’s silent.
Then I add, “Keep going.”
A few beats pass. Kyle is moving in slowly. My body clenches, feeling all of Brandon still inside me and more of Kyle.
“I think this is Brandon’s punishment,” Kyle teases. “He’s been hard for so long.”
Brandon chuckles. “I’m not going limp anytime soon.”
I try to laugh too, but something shifts. A stretch too deep. A flicker of discomfort flashes through my hips, and?—
