Page 387 of Rogue Riders Duet

Finn slides his finger out, but when he thrusts back in, it’s fuller, like he’s added a second finger. I clutch my hands, one still holding Luc’s hand and the other the duvet, my knuckles white with the grip because it’s so much. The stretch. The fullness. The obscene, wet sounds of slick fingers moving in and out of us. The way Luc’s mouth trembles against mine as he kisses me again. The control in Mason’s voice.

It’s dizzying. Overwhelming.

Perfect.

Luc’s lips break away, and he presses his forehead against mine as he starts to shake. I don’t need words to know he’s on the edge.

“Putain,” he whispers hoarsely, voice barely more than breath. “This is… fuck.”

And I know exactly what he means.

Because I’m right there with him.

Open.

Stretched.

Shaking.

Fucking wrecked.

And we haven’t even gotten to the part where they fuck us yet.

“Okay…” Mason says, “… now use three fingers, Greer. Make sure she’s ready for your cock.”

Finn’s grip tightens around my hip before I feel the added finger pressing gently, spreading me open even more. My breath hitches, ribs rising and falling with my rapid breaths.

“Oh shit,” Finn breathes out, voice thick with need. “You’re so tight. I-I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Beside me, Luc’s chest heaves in time with his ragged breaths. “Please…” he pants, voice strained. “I need you, Pretty Boy. I need you to fuck me.”

Finn’s fingers trace slow lines inside me, coaxing me louder with every drag.

“Finn.” I twist my neck to look over my shoulder. His hips are subtly rocking, seeking contact with my body.

He doesn’t break focus. His cheeks are flushed, jaw tight, determination painted on his face as he works inside me.

“Please.” I press back into his hand, aching all over with need. “I want you.”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Never been more sure. Please, Finn. I need it.”

He flashes Mason a quick glance, who nods and says, “More lube first. Then give her what she’s begging for. But slowly. Take your time.”

Finn pulls his fingers out of me, and I gasp at the loss, writhing on the bed while he reaches for the bottle and slicks himself with quick, trembling motions. Then there’s warmth again, and more pressure as he grips my shoulder for support.

“Breathe for me, baby girl,” he whispers, and then he presses the tip of his cock against me.

I exhale, shuddering as he slowly sinks in. It’s sharp, the stretch more intense than his fingers, and so much fuller, but I love it.

Inch by painful, delicious inch, he pushes in, pressing past the tight ring of muscle. My body clenches around him, making him hiss in time with my moans.

Luc buries his face in my shoulder, muttering French curses into my skin in a way that tells me Mason has finally given Luc his cock, too, as the bed creaks under the collective pressure. His lips trail across my shoulder and to my cheek as he whispers against my skin. “We’re getting our asses filled at the same time, Petite. Our men inside us. So deep. Can you feel him? I can feel him, mon Dieu.”

“Yes, yes, I can feel him.” I moan, and Finn’s tight grip burrows into my shoulder as he curses.

“Merde!” Luc’s voice breaks, half-laugh, half-groan. “I love getting fucked while you’re getting fucked. And soon I’m gonna fuck you too. I’m going to sink into your sweet little chatte, right alongside Greer, who’s ruining your ass.” His breath shudders in my ear. “Gonna find out how tight she gets when your pretty asshole’s already full. You think she’ll grip me even tighter, hmm?”