“You better hurry then because she feels so tight. She’s so hot. God, I love fucking you, Beth.” Bo’s hands went to her hips.
Trev climbed on the rack. He didn’t have a ton of time, and his dick didn’t want to wait either. “Hold her cheeks open. Beth, lean forward. Touch your breasts to Bo’s chest.”
Her asshole came into view along with the pink plug Bo had worked into her anus to prepare her for this act. Trev felt his cock weep at the sight. She was so pretty, so trusting, lying there allowing him to touch her, to fuck her. She was everything he could have hoped for. He reached out and touched the plug. The muscles of her anus squeezed it tight. There was a ginger root in that girl’s future. He couldn’t wait.
But now, all he could think about was how that asshole would squeeze him. He pulled the plug out, twisting a little as he did. Her anus was opened slightly. It would be a tight fit, but he would manage.
He squirted lube on his thumb and pressed in, trying to coat her rectum in the slippery stuff. Beth groaned. Tight. She was going to be so fucking tight. He could feel Bo’s cock in her pussy.
Trev caressed the globes of her ass. They were round and perfectly made. They were pink from his crop. The evidence of her submission made his balls draw up. Beth trusted him. Beth needed him.
He forced the rubber over his dick, promising himself they would all get checkups and Beth would get on birth control because he wanted to ride that ass bareback and leave his cum inside her. He wanted to fuck her every morning and know that some piece of himself was inside her all day. He wanted to know that he and Bo filled her pussy and her ass with their cum.
He lined his cock up, emotion threatening to choke him. She’d given him so much. He’d been her first man. Trev had had a ton of sex, some of which he didn’t even remember, but he’d never made love the way he did with Beth. He’d never shared the way he did with Bo. These two people, these loving beings who opened themselves to him—they were his first. He’d fucked too many women to count, but he’d never needed a single one the way he needed these two.
He loved them. Fuck, but he loved them.
He pressed his cockhead to her anus. So small. She was so small compared to him. “Relax, Beth. Bo, kiss her. Distract her.”
Bo eagerly took her head between his hands and devoured her mouth. Trev could see their tongues playing. Bo was more dominant than Trev had imagined. He’d taken to it quickly, not because it was his nature, but because it was what Beth needed. That was Bo’s nature—to provide. He’d simply never been given the opportunity to learn how to do it.
While Bo kissed her, Trev pressed in. He pushed inside her anus in little strokes, gaining ground with each pass. With each little foray, his dick threatened to explode. He pulled her hips forward. His cockhead slipped inside. Trev groaned. So good. He pressed forward. Beth’s skin quivered under his hands. He heard her moan as he pressed in.
He pushed forward, forcing her to take his cock. Bo kissed her, their heads moving in time as Trev pressed in until his balls touched the cheeks of her ass. He held himself still, enjoying the heat of her ass, the tight clutch of her anus around his dick.
“I’m in.” He barely managed the words. He was overwhelmed by the feel of being balls deep in Beth’s ass, Bo’s cock millimeters away, only a thin piece of skin separating them.
Bo’s head fell back. “Thank god. She’s killing me. Her pussy keeps clenching on my cock, and I thought I would die when you slid against me. I get it now. I totally get it. You okay, baby?”
Beth turned her head slightly. He could see the strain on her face. “I’m dying. Please fuck me. Please.”
Trev couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled out and tunneled back in. Her asshole clung, fighting to keep his dick and fighting just as hard to keep him out. This was what he loved. The constant friction on his cock. Every nerve in his body was aware of her. His every sense filled with her—her heat, her sweet scent, her softness engulfed him. He felt infused with her.
He fucked into her ass, his hands circling her waist. He felt Bo, their limbs mingled as they pleasured their shared lover. Beth was small between them, a beautiful, delicate angel who had brought them all together. She rode Bo, shoving her ass back to take Trev. She worked with them, fighting for her pleasure. She was so different from that first night when she’d shyly allowed him to take her. This Beth reached for her men. This Beth clutched them and made a place for herself.
God, he loved this Beth.
Over and over, he drove into her ass, her cheek hitting him as she pushed back against him. Trev was getting close. His balls were drawn, and his spine tingled as the cum boiled inside of him, begging to be released. He wasn’t going to last.
He reached around and felt his way down her torso to that place where her body met Bo’s. He found her clit and pressed down as he pushed deep inside with his cock.
Bo bucked up as Beth’s head fell back. She cried out as she came, her body quivering under his. Trev could feel Bo’s cock twitching against his as he came.
Trev let go. He pushed in, fusing them together as he came in jets of semen. It flowed from his body in a great wave of cum. He kept fucking until he couldn’t anymore, his body falling forward. They were heaped together, the three of them, their limbs mingling. Beth turned toward Trev.
Trev let his head find Beth’s breast. Peace washed over him. He didn’t need anything but this strange little family in that moment.
He swore he would protect them.
Chapter Nineteen
Beth looked up at Trev, painfully aware that they weren’t alone in the house. Lucas, Lexi, and Aidan had politely left their living room to give them some privacy, but Shelley was still here.
“You mind Bo.” Trev stood in front of her, clean and freshly dressed. Aidan had taken pity on the fact that she hadn’t fixed the water heater yet and offered them a place to shower. Lexi had loaned Beth some jeans, a bra, and a shirt. Lexi had just laughed when she’d asked about underwear. Apparently Lexi’s men weren’t great believers in it.
“Are you sure I can’t go with you?” She hugged him. It came naturally now. She wasn’t sure why Trev needed to leave without them.
“I have some questions I need to ask. It’s not something I can do with you, darlin’. No one would talk to me if I had something as sweet and innocent as you by my side. They wouldn’t buy the act.”
She snorted. “Innocent?”
He shook his head, his face soft as he looked down at her. “I don’t care what you do in the bedroom. You’re innocent. How many men have you had?”
“Two and you know it.”
“How many men have you loved?”
That got to the heart of the matter. “Two.”
He touched her nose with his, a deeply affectionate gesture. “Innocent.”
She’d hoped she was at least a little dirty. “Why don’t you take Bo with you?”
He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, staring as though trying to decide just how much to tell her. “I don’t want to involve him. He’s innocent, too. He can drink beer and get into fights, but there’s a piece of Bo that’s just as innocent as you. I have to go see some people I wouldn’t want either of you to meet.”
She didn’t like the sound of that. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
His eyes hardened marginally.
“Please.”
He groaned but pulled her close. “I’m going to ask a few questions about Bryce Hughes. I think he’s into something bad. I need to figure out just how dangerous he is and if he has any connection to the odd things that have been happening around your place.”
She frowned. “Like the chandelier falling?”
His eyes narrowed. “You know something you’re not telling me?”