Page 32 of Their Shared Mate
“Feel good?” he asked as his hand boldly stroked her body.
She couldn’t answer with his cock in her mouth, so why did he keep asking her questions?
“I want to play with her ass,” Victor decided. “Let’s trade places.”
Raphael pulled out and crawled onto the bed, but instead of shoving into her mouth as she’d expected, he threw a couple of pillows against the headboard and settled his back against them. He spread his legs, knees bent, wet cock rising between them. “Crawl over here, mate. Head down, ass in the air, mouth wrapped around me.”
What was it with Raphael and crawling? Not wanting to start a fight, and likely earn another spanking, she turned over and crawled up along the bed. Still on her knees, she positioned herself between Raphael’s legs and slowly lowered her mouth onto his cock. He tasted strange, slightly sweet yet… He tasted like her pussy! A strange thrill tingled along her spine as Raphael took her head between his hands and urged her head up and down.
Victor knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Your pussy is so damn pretty.” He bent and licked her from clit to her puckered opening. He didn’t just brush over and return to her pussy; he lingered, stroking and circling.
She murmured and tried to wiggle away. She was uncomfortable with his exploration.
“Hush. I want to play and you’re going to let me.” As if to prove his point, Victor gathered slickness from her dripping pussy and eased one of his fingers into her tightest hole. “Have you ever taken a cock here?”
“Umm umm.” Her response was so muffled it was incomprehensible, but she managed to shake her head.
“Well, you’re going to very soon.”
She tensed and shook her head again.
Victor pushed a second finger in beside the first. “Not tonight, love. Your body isn’t ready to take me.” He stretched her as he slid his long fingers in and out. “But soon.” With his fingers still fucking her ass, he bent and tongued her clit.
Claire tried to ignore the unwanted attention. Ass play had never appealed to her. She couldn’t imagine why anyone enjoyed having anything shoved up their ass. But being penetrated was familiar and her body didn’t seem to care which hole was being filled. And his tongue. Oh, God, his tongue felt so good on her clit.
“Come for me, naughty mate,” Victor urged. “Come with my fingers fucking your sweet little ass.”
She shook her head again, but her body ignored her protests. Pleasure detonated and her core contracted so hard that her back passage tightened around his thrusting fingers.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he sucked on her clit. The gentle pulling sensation prolonged the waves of pleasure as he continued to stretch her back opening. “Did that feel good?”
She just whimpered, refusing to admit the truth.
Victor slapped her swollen folds while his fingers trained her bottom. “You’re so wet your arousal is rolling down your thigh. Are you really going to deny enjoying ass play?”
She pulled her mouth free long enough to say, “I didn’t deny anything. I just refused to respond.”
He slapped her pussy again, harder this time. “Watch your attitude.”
He worked a third finger into her reluctant opening and the stretch became painful. Claire groaned and shuddered. It burned and yet the fullness stirred a dark hunger she wasn’t ready to face. “Pull them out. It really hurts.”
“Admit that you came really hard just now or I won’t wait to fuck your ass.”
“I came because you were sucking on my clit,” she objected. “It had nothing to do with your fingers.” Why was she arguing with him? Did she want another spanking?
“I think she needs a demonstration,” Raphael said as he scooted off the bed.
Frustrated by her own foolishness, she turned her head to the side trying to see what Raphael had in mind. He walked out of her field of vision and a shiver raced along her spine. Would they spank her with something other than their hand? Or was he getting some sort of sexual aid?
Victor’s fingers continued to slide in and out of her bottom, causing her to wiggle and moan. Her clit tingled needfully, and she damned her sassy mouth. Whatever they were planning, she’d brought this on herself.
“Good idea,” Victor said as Raphael handed him something Claire couldn’t see. He drew his fingers out and positioned the mystery item against her bottom.
Claire lunged forward, landing on her belly. There was no way she was going to kneel there and let them shove a foreign object up her ass. “This night is over,” she yelled. “I’m going home.”
They held her down and one of them opened her bottom cheeks. “You’re no longer in control,” Raphael reminded. “This won’t just train your tight little asshole, it will teach you to mind your tongue as well.”
His voice came from near her shoulders, so Victor must be down by her hips. The object pressed against her bottom hole again and then he drove it inside. It slid smoothly, but her body was forced open by its thickness. And holy fuck, was it thick. Wider and wider her muscles stretched to accommodate the device.
