Holding My Breath. AM Hartnett

or a man and another woman?’

      ‘Two men, both times.’

      ‘And …’

      She pushed up onto her forearms and looked up at him. ‘You want details?’

      ‘Just specifics.’ He twisted the end of the vibrator back on and set it next to the pillow above her head. He took his cock in hand again and leaned against the table. ‘Did you fuck them one at a time or together?’

      ‘I sucked one off while the other fucked me,’ she said, and reached for the vibrator. ‘That was the first time, and it wasn’t planned. Once we came, we were all too shocked to do anything more.’

      ‘And the second time?’ He released his cock and reached behind him for the condom box.

      ‘The second time was planned, and the things we wanted to do were planned. It started off with a hand job for one in the car, a blowjob for the other once we were back at the house. Then they went down on me together.’ She twisted the end of the vibrator back and forth, testing the strength of its oscillations. ‘Two tongues, many fingers, a vibrator in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. And then …’

      She glanced up at him. He’d gone still, the condom in one hand and the torn wrapper in the other.

      ‘Don’t tell me I’ve shocked you.’

      ‘You have. I had convinced myself that I was the naughtiest thing you’ve done. I started to have my doubts when you didn’t flinch when I told you I wanted to fuck your ass, but I didn’t expect you to tell me you’ve been shared in bed.’ He tossed the wrapper aside and rolled the condom down his dick with a snap. ‘I don’t know when I’ve last been so turned on. You’re a woman in frilly underwear and a red ass, who hums when taking a butt plug and has a filthy history for me to mine, and I get to do whatever I want with you.’