Page 130 of Stolen Faith
Then her back arched and she cursed as Brennon entered the game. His husband’s hand brushed against his as Brennon drove his fingers inside her pussy.
“How many?” Rowan asked.
Brennon smiled. “Two.”
“So. Close,” Izabel panted.
“Jesus, Iza,” Brennon mused. “You’re on fire.”
“Please,” she pleaded. “Come inside me, Brennon. Need…” Her words gave way when Rowan pressed one of his fingers inside, next to Brennon’s.
“She can take more,” Rowan murmured, nipping Brennon’s shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out.
They stroked together as Izabel gasped for air, her eyes unfocused as she started to go over.
“Don’t come,” Rowan countered sharply as he withdrew, pulling Brennon’s hand away as well.
Izabel shot him a dirty look. “Rowan.”
“Together,” he repeated. “We’re coming together.” Reaching behind him, Rowan retrieved the lube and condom. “Brennon’s going to fuck you, while I fuck him.”
Brennon closed his eyes. “Fuck me.”
Rowan pretended to mistake his words. “I just said I intend to. Now, slide inside our pretty wife’s pussy, but don’t fuck her. I don’t trust her not to give in to that orgasm.”
Izabel captured his gaze. “Have your fun now. Because you won’t always hold the reins,” she warned him.
Rowan wasn’t surprised by her assertion. While Brennon was easygoing and had no problem following orders, Izabel wouldn’t be content simply taking directions. Their dominant wife would make more than a few demands of them in the bedroom.
Of course, given her adventurous nature, Rowan doubted he’d have any complaints about that.
Regardless, whether intentional or not, she’d basically said that tonight was his, so he went ahead and poked the bear. “If you come without my permission, Iza, we’ll flip you over and spank that cute little ass of yours until you cry uncle.”
Izabel gave him a delighted laugh. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
Brennon turned to Rowan and gave him a kiss. “We’ve got our hands full with this one.” Then, he focused his attention back on Izabel, the two of them groaning in unison as Brennon placed the head of his cock at her opening and thrust inside. One quick, hard thrust, and then he stilled, glancing over his shoulder at Rowan.
“Are you sure?” Brennon started, aware that this was Rowan’s first time with a man. Thus far, thanks to those two stupid cracked ribs, the two of them hadn’t engaged in anything more than blowjobs and hand jobs.
Rowan ran his hand along Brennon’s spine, not stopping until his fingers reached Brennon’s ass. “I want this so bad, it hurts.”
Brennon nodded. “Me too.”
Rowan uncapped the lube, smearing some on his fingers, then squeezing some on Brennon’s ass. With his fingertips, he circled Brennon’s anus, teasing him a little before pushing one finger all the way in.
“Good?”
Brennon nodded and gave him a charming grin. “Just like Iza…I can take more.”
Rowan took his husband at his word, adding a second finger, stroking them in and out, stretching him, until Brennon was panting.
“Another,” Brennon demanded. “One more.”
He’d told Brennon to hold still, but that didn’t appear to be an order he could obey at the moment. His hips thrusted shallowly as he sought deeper penetration. Brennon’s shifting was impacting Izabel as well, her fingers digging into Brennon’s shoulders.
Rowan added more lube, then gave his husband what he wanted, adding another finger, taking him with three.