Elemental Pleasure by Mari Carr Page B

center. Carly tensed. She’d had anal sex before, but it had been years ago, and she’d been drunk and horny. Despite the wine they’d had with dinner, she suddenly felt very sober, and her e motions were swinging from excited they would use her this way to scared it would be too painful. She knew all too clearly what it would mean if they did this. They would both be inside her. At the same time.
    “Relax, Carly, this won’t hurt,” Preston murmured.
    Lips kissed their way along her spine, and Preston’s hand slid under her, reaching to stroke her pussy. Two fingers r ubbed her clit in tight circles as Lance fisted his hand in her hair and tipped her head bac k to kiss her. She relaxed, and Preston’s finger entered her ass. Gasping, she broke the kiss with Lance, burying her face against his neck.
    Preston’s finger pumped in and out of her tight hole, working its way deeper with each thrust. It was uncomfortable for a moment, then pure pleasure flooded her.
    “I’m going to add a second finger,” Preston whispered against her back. “This may hurt.”
    There was pressure against her anus, but before she could tense up, he pushed the tips of two fingers inside. A wave of intense pleasure consumed her. She bit Lance’s shoulder.
    “Damn,” Lance said. “Preston, stop, you’re hurting her.”
    “No.” She lifted her head. “He’s not. I swear.”
    L ance’s gaze met hers. He nodded as one of his hands slipped between them. He touched the lips of her sex, rubbed her clit.
    Preston pulled his fingers out of her ass. “Are you ready for more?”
    “Yes,” she said, riding a wild wave of arousal.
    Carly felt the cold touch of glass at the entrance to her ass. It slid in smoothly, each inch pressed further by Preston’s steady hands. She gasped as her ass was stretched wider.
    “Almost in.”
    “It’s big,” she whispered.
    “We need to stretch you,” Preston said, his words dark and dangerous, “so we don’t hurt you.”
    He withdrew the plug partway, then pushed it in again. This time, he didn’t stop. Carly gasped as the thickest part entered her, then her body closed around the narrow neck, holding it in. It w as by no means slim enough she could ignore the way it stretched her ass and shifted as she moved.
    Preston ran his hand through her hair. “How do you feel?”
    Her courage deserted her. She didn’t respond, but instead buried her face in Lance’s neck. How could she answer tha t question? She felt too much right now. Pain, confusion, arousal, heat, need. Everything. They made her feel everything.
    They wouldn’t let her hid e from them, from her body’s responses. Lance eased her up, and Preston took her arms, forcing her to stand.
    He pulled her back against his chest, his hands roaming over her breasts and belly. One thigh pressed against the seam of her ass, and as he pinched her nipple, he pushed his leg against the base of the plug, shifting it inside her. Carly moaned, lifting her arms, reaching back to bury her fingers in his hair. He kissed her neck and shoulder, both hands on her breasts, stroking the undersides, cupping the full weight to thumb her nipples.
    He r pussy ached, wanting, needing, to be filled, but Preston’s hands stayed away from her aching core.
    “Please,” she moaned.
    “Please what?” Preston asked.
    “Touch me.”
    “Where?”
    Infuriating man. “Here.” Carly took her hand from Preston’s head, slid it down her belly to her sex. She was wet, slip pery. A little gasp escaped as she touched herself, circling her clit with her middle finger.
    “No, Carly.” Preston grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “You have to wait.” He grabbed the base of the plug and tugged it, stretching and stimulating her.
    “Damn it. L et me up,” Lance growled. “Or bring her over here.”
    “Let’s leave that decision to Carly,” Preston whispered. “We don’t want to overwhelm you.” He squeezed her breasts.
    “I’m ready.” She was so aroused