Page 217 of Crucible
Aurelia gives a sleepy nod while her head rests on his shoulder.
“How’s your stomach?”
“Better, actually.” She yawns. “The cramps are gone.”
Khalil smirks like he expected that answer while Thorin climbs off the bed and prowls his naked ass out of the room. He returns a minute later with a soapy cloth, and Aurelia watches him nudge her thighs apart through lowered lids.
My gaze snaps to her pussy smeared with blood, cum, and her own arousal, and I hear myself speaking before I’m aware of the direction my mind has gone. “Wait.”
I feel all three sets of gazes on me as I reach out to blindly grab the lube. I can’t look away from all that slick, and Aurelia…she’s so relaxed right now. So trusting and pliable. I can do whatever I want to her right now, and she’ll let me.
The only other feeling that compares is knowing she loves me.
She loves me.
She loves…me.
“What are you going to do?” Aurelia asks with a shudder.
I shift until I’m lying on my stomach between her legs and peck her knee as I look up at her. “Do you trust me, Sunshine?”
After a moment’s hesitation, she answers. “Oddly, yes.” A heavy sigh follows like she doesn’t quite understand why. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Fuck yeah.
“Go slow, Seth,” Khalil warns after peeping the eager glint in my eyes. Thorin uses the cloth to clean his dick since I’m obviously not done before tossing it aside. He then leans his shoulder against one of the bedposts at the foot of the bed and crosses his arms to watch.
Since Aurelia’s already aroused, I pour some more lube onto my fingers while Khalil palms one of her breasts and thumbs her nipple to make sure she stays that way. Holding her gaze, I slowly sink two fingers inside her with my palm turned up. Thorin and I did a good job stretching her out when we fucked her, so I eased right in, feeling her warm walls flutter around me.
When her lashes lower, I pull my fingers out nearly all the way and add a third. Aurelia gasps at the stretch, and the three of us watch her closely for any discomfort while I work to get my pointer, middle, and ring finger inside. She’s fucking tight, even while dripping and thoroughly fucked, so I don’t rush it and listen to her body until I’m three knuckles deep.
“How’s that, Sunshine?”
“Fuck,” she whispers while sitting up a little with Khalil’s help to get a better look. Her pussy lips are flared around my fingers while streaks of her blood and our cum help ease the way. Aurelia whines the moment she sees it.
“Do you want Seth to stop?” Thorin asks.
“N-no.” She gasps again, and then her hips and ass writhe a little into the mattress when I curl my fingers and use my knuckles to massage her. We stay like that for a while—until Aurelia is used to the stretching.
“Wouldn’t it be nice if he added one more?” Khalil suggests, picking up on my cue while rubbing the inside of her thigh. “You’ve been such a good girl. He just wants to reward you. Would you like that?”
Her sensitive pussy strangles my fingers the moment Khalil calls her a good girl, but then she catches on to the rest of what he said and tenses. “One more?”
“It’s just my pinky, baby. You’ll barely notice it, but it will make you feel so fucking good.”
After her nervous gaze travels between the three of us, she relaxes once more, as if finding some comfort in knowing that all three of us are focused on her instead of our own pleasure. She nods and licks her lips. “I can try.”
Khalil lifts her knees to her chest to help stretch her spine and relieve the pressure on her pussy while Thorin reaches over and begins circling her clit with the pad of his fingers. Aurelia quickly becomes puddy in Khalil’s arms while I withdraw enough to add more lube.
Aurelia’s eyes are closed while she chases the orgasm that Thorin keeps just out of reach so she doesn’t see that all of my fingers are bundled together like a duck beak when I push inside again.
But she does feel it the moment the tip of my thumb breaches her cunt.
Aurelia’s eyes fly open once I'm past the first knuckle. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. What are you—”
“Fuck,” Khalil interrupts. “Seth, is that—”
“His hand,” Thorin answers hoarsely.
