43. Fable

Chapter 43

Fable

I 'm so turned on right now despite having already finished three times, I can barely force myself to breathe. I watch as Trent absorbs my words and does as I command, leaning against the bed, his ass waiting, his eyes on me as I watch him.

I can't say I've ever pegged a man before. The men I've encountered had been too scared to try, too insulted I'd even bring it up. I've always wanted to do this, but I never thought that opportunity would present itself with Trent.

I look down at the complicated harness and wince. I don't know how to put it on. Shit, that's not very femme fatale of me. I turn and glance at Colt where he sits watching me, his cock straining against his zipper.

"Put it on me," I command, handing him the strap on. He glances over at Trent where he waits for me. "Don't look at him. Look at me," I growl. "Put it on."

Colt looks up at me and I can see the fire in his eyes, the desire swirling there. He can't participate, not fully, but this he can do. Carefully, he unfastens the buckles and holds it up to me.

"Hold it," he says.

I wrap my hand around the dildo, and he swallows thickly, but his hands are sure as he makes quick work of the buckles. He tightens them enough that I feel like it's not going to shift but leaves them loose enough not to squeeze me to death.

"You're gonna need lube," Colt points out.

With my eyes on him, I lift my leg to the arm of his chair, spreading my pussy in front of him. I keep our gazes locked as I reach between my legs and swipe my fingers through the throbbing wetness of my pussy. I stroke the dildo, spreading my releases there, coating it until my hand moves smoothly up and down.

"Fuck," Colt groans at the same time as Trent moans at his place on the bed. "You've done this before?"

"No," I reply honestly. "But I've always wanted to."

I drop my leg and move over to Trent, my fingers stroking along his shoulders where small tattoos decorate his skin.

"Do these have meanings?" I ask as I trace them. Goosebumps follow my path, his large body practically shivering with desire.

"Every single one," he rasps. "I get a tattoo for all major things in my life, and some small ones."

I touch the honeybee on his neck. "When you were adopted?"

He nods, my muscles bunching as I touch him. I trail my hand down his spine, stroking, dropping, until I reach his ass. I swipe my hand between my legs again and probe against his entrance, spreading my wetness there.

"Tell me to stop if I'm doing it wrong," I demand. "Promise me?"

"Promise," he groans as he waits for me, as I slip a single finger inside.

"Good," I croak. I grab the dildo in my hand and rub the tip of it against his opening, teasing. When he shivers and moans, I wonder what it must feel like, what exactly I'm doing to him. I know men have their prostate here, but I've never gotten to play. Now, I want to.

As I tease, he slowly relaxes, his large hands clamping tightly in the comforter, wrinkling it. He takes a deep breath in, and when he lets it out, I push past the muscles holding me back, gently easing inside.

Colt grunts behind me, a soft, "fuck," falling from his lips as I slowly work myself inside.

Trent groans in pleasure as I stretch him. I feel powerful, seductive, as gentle raspy breaths trickle from his lips. So I start to move. Easing out and back in again. I've never moved my hips quite like this, but after a few strokes, I get the hang of it. I reach down and grab his hip, using it for leverage as I stroke inside. With my other hand, I reach around him and find his cock, stroking him, making him jerk.

"You like this?" I ask when he moans. "Tell me."

"Yes," he pants. "Fuck, yes."

"Then beg for me to move faster," I demand. "Harder."

His hands bunch the comforter, his shoulders tensing. I grip my hand on his cock again, pumping it, and he hisses between his teeth. I stroke inside him with agonizingly slow thrusts, teasing.

"Please," he finally says. "Please."

He says nothing else, but I accept that. Trent is a man of few words. The fact I could bring him to say please is enough for me. I pick up speed, the sound of my hips slapping against his ass driving me just as wild as it does him. I release his hip and instead grab his throat, pulling him back. My hand is barely large enough to cover the front of it, but it doesn't matter. He follows my lead, submissive for me, his body arching to give me better access.

I glance over at Colt to find him with his own cock out, his hand wrapped around it and stroking, his eyes hooded as he watches us. With my eyes on his, I lean forward to the shell of Trent's ear.

"Come for me," I demand.

He gasps as I stroke his cock. It begins to jump in my hand, his release spurting into my fingers and across the comforter as I continue to pump inside him. His cock doesn't soften.

"Fuck," Trent growls, his throat bobbing beneath my hand.

When I release him and slowly ease out of his ass, he turns and grabs me by my hair. I gasp as he shoves me down on the bed, chest first, the strap on still wrapped around my hips and thighs. I'm pressed right into the wetness of his release, but I don't care. He jerks me to my knees. His rough hands grab my ass and spread it, before he slams inside my pussy again. I scream, pleasure rolling through me with a release immediately. I was already aroused from the pegging, but now he fucks me with a cock still as hard as if he'd never finished. He's more aggressive now, desperate, eager to fill me as I scream his name for the whole house to hear. His thumb presses against my ass, but he doesn't push inside, like it's a warning more than anything else.

One orgasm rolls into another as he marks me, as he commands me like a puppet the way I'd done him. The strap-on bumps against my leg with each of his thrusts, reminding me of what I'd done with it, making my mouth water as I think of doing it again.

Trent roars behind me, his hands clamping hard in my ass as he slams inside and bottoms out, his cock jumping inside me. I can feel his warmth spreading as he fills me, as I take everything he gives and shatter again, screaming into the comforter as my pussy spasms around him. He's panting hard as he remains there, his hands rough as they start to caress my skin. When he pulls out of me, I know I'm dripping, but he doesn't seem to care. He lifts me and carefully lays me properly on the bed as I try to catch my breath.

Gently, he unbuckles the strap-on and tosses it to the side. Then he reaches for my prosthetic, careful as he removes it. His fingers are featherlight as he traces the marks the prosthetic leaves behind in my skin, easing the tightness there. When he leans down to press a kiss to my stump, tears spring to my eyes.

Trent stands and moves around the bed to the other side. He slides in and wraps himself around me, folding me in his arms until I feel safe and cradled. Sleep starts to claim me before I'm conscious of it.

The last thing I remember before I succumb to exhaustion is Trent's soft, "You can go," and the sound of the door closing behind Colt as he leaves.