Chapter 4
MADISON
In addition to texting me the time they’ll pick me up tonight, Seth and Damiano also forwarded recent results from STI screenings. I send them mine as well, including my birth control prescription.
I know what this means—we might start fucking without condoms. The idea excites me, but I’m not scared. I trust them. I trust them with everything.
I’m waiting for them on the porch when they arrive.
My pink skirt hangs loose, hitting just above my knees.
I paired it with a fluffy, cream-colored sweater because it’s chilly.
Not too chilly, though. It’s hard to feel cold after hearing Damiano’s hot words about touching me in “obscene places” during the movie.
They get out of the car, looking more casual than I usually see them—Seth in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and Damiano in jeans, a shirt, and a jacket. I hurry toward them, my purse slung over my shoulder.
“Nope, back inside.” Seth holds up a black gift bag with silver trim. “We have a present for you.”
“Ooh, I like presents.”
The men exchange an amused look.
I’m immediately suspicious. “What was that look for?”
“Nothing at all.” Damiano’s grin grows—he’s lying and he wants me to know it.
Well, whatever their inside joke, I guess I’ll find out soon enough. We go into the house together. I disarm the security system and turn to face them.
Seth doesn’t immediately hand over the gift bag. “I want to say something, first.”
He sounds so serious, I’m starting to worry. Am I already screwing things up? Maybe I am being too needy.
“I’m sorry we haven’t been as present with you, the last few days,” he says.
Damiano nods. “I am sorry too, bella.”
“Oh.” This isn’t what I expected. “It’s okay. I know there’s a lot going on.”
“You are our priority.” Seth’s deep voice is soaked in sincerity.
“The truth is, every moment, I want to see you. The whole reason I’ve been putting all my energy into my parents is because there’s a countdown to finding them, and I want to get it over with as soon as possible, to put it behind me. ”
“I understand.” I nod for emphasis, feeling a bit foolish. It means a lot that they’re clearing the air, even though I don’t think they owe me an explanation. “It’s…it’s really nice to know you want to spend time with me, just like I do with you.”
“So we’re all on the same page, so to speak?” Damiano asks. “We want to give you all of our time, but at the moment, we don’t have much left over.”
“I get it. I’m sorry I’ve been texting so much.”
Seth pulls his phone from his pocket. “You texted me twice today.”
Damiano looks as his. “And me, three times. This is not too much, Madison.”
So I’m not needy. Phew. I lean against the banister at the base of the stairs, relieved. “If I get to be too much, you’ll tell me, right? I know I need other friends—I was thinking of joining a ceramics class or something.”
“If you want friends, that’s fine,” Seth says, “but we’re your friends, too. You can text us anytime.”
My heart feels warm and cared for. I love the idea that they’re my boyfriends, but they’re also my friends. “Thank you.”
“Now.” Seth holds up the gift bag. “Are you ready for your present?”
I sashay over to him, enjoying the way my skirt skims against my legs as I walk. I take the bag from his grasp and open it, carefully pulling aside the tissue to reveal…
“Is this a butt plug?” I’ve seen pictures, but I’ve never held one before.
“It is,” Damiano says.
I raise my eyebrows at them. “How romantic.”
“We thought so, too.” Seth plucks the package out of my grasp. “I’ll be right back.”
I look at Damiano in question as Seth takes the package into the kitchen.
“He’s going to wash it for you,” Damiano explains.
“Well, we have the movie to go to, so maybe that can wait?”
“No.” Damiano is very close all of a sudden, peering inside the bag. “I believe there is a second gift within.”
“Is it just as romantic as the first?” I laugh.
“Find it and see.” He nuzzles my neck, his lips finding the sensitive skin just beneath my ear.
I shiver as I reach into the bag. My fingers hit something cool and plastic, and I pull out a bottle of lube.
Seth walks back in, a shiny plug in his hand. “Oh good, you’ve found the second part of the gift.”
“It’s very…thoughtful.” I want to laugh.
“Well, we don’t want you to be too uncomfortable during the movie.” Seth’s smile is wicked.
“Wait.” I try to back away from Damiano, but I hit the banister. “During the movie?”
He grabs my hand and gently pulls me a couple feet away from the banisters. He turns me so I’m facing the stairs, then drops to his knees in front of me. It’s strange looking down at him—he and Seth are so much taller, I’m usually looking up.
“Let’s get these panties off of you.” He reaches under my skirt to find the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, he tugs them down. “You may want to grab the stair railing, bella. This next part will be interesting.”
“What’s going to happen? Are you putting that thing in me now? Seriously?”
“So seriously.” Seth presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me to bend forward.
They aren’t really doing this, are they? Panic and arousal swirl together in my mind. This is humiliating and horrible and…heavenly. Especially when Damiano puts his head up my skirt and licks me.
“Fuck.” I grip two balusters, one in each hand.
Seth lifts the back of my skirt. I shiver—not at the cold, but at the arousing and embarrassing thought of his eyes on my ass. The lights are on, everything is in view.
“Don’t worry, Miss M. I’ve already put lube on it and everything.” He slides the slippery tip of the plug over my crack.
At the same time, Damiano licks my pussy again. I want to say no and yes and wait and faster all at the same time. Instead, a muffled “mmff” escapes my lips.
“Oh, we’ve barely started.” Seth caresses my ass cheek, his palm warm. “I love this ass. So beautiful. I’m going to fuck you here sometime, Madison.”
He slides the plug closer to my back hole. I dread what he’s doing while secretly wondering if I’ll love it.
I hear a click as he opens up the lube and adds more liquid to the plug. He dribbles some over my ass at the same time.
“I want to make you as comfortable as possible, little girl. It’s your first time with a plug, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” The word is breathy and small.
“You know you can say no at any time.”
I nod. “Yes.”
Damiano presses his whole mouth against my pussy, licking me everywhere, sucking my clit. I can’t decide where to focus—on his mouth, which feels oh-so-good, or on Seth’s plug, which feels oh-so-scary.
But then Seth starts pushing the plug forward, and that’s all I can feel. Pressure in a new, taboo place.
“Push out a little, Madison.” Seth rests a hand at the base of my spine. “It’ll help, I promise. You’re doing great.”
I grip the balusters tighter.
“Relax.” He strokes my skin with his free hand. “You’re so good at this, you’re a natural. Keep letting me in, just like this.”
It burns and it’s tight, but then I feel the cool base nestled between my cheeks.
“Are you done?” I ask.
“Yes. Goddamn, your ass is gorgeous.” He pats the base of the plug.
I groan in mortification.
Damiano licks me a few more times. I rock my hips forward, encouraging him, but he grabs my thighs and pulls away.
“Hey,” I protest.
He leans back on his heels and looks up at me while pulling my panties back up my legs. “We don’t have much time to get to the theater.”
I shake my head. “Fuck the theater, let’s stay here.”
“Oh, bella. Trust me. Waiting will make everything better.”
I highly doubt it, but neither of them looks like he’s ready to budge. Crap. “There’s nothing I can do to talk you out of the movie, is there?”
Damiano grins in response.
As we walk to the car, I take short, halting steps. The plug doesn’t hurt, but it feels so freaking strange every time I move. The guys seem to guess this, and they keep pace with me, walking slowly, smug smirks on their faces the whole time.
When we reach the car, Seth gets into the back seat.
I point to the front passenger seat. “Don’t you want shotgun?”
“Fuck, no. Leave you in the back alone, with no one to touch you while you’re wearing that sexy plug?”
Of course he had to bring it up again. Like I’m not already uncomfortable with that thing lodged in there.
He and Damiano smile at the expression on my face.
“Into the back with Seth you go,” Damiano says, swiftly bending to kiss my cheek. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”
As carefully as possible, I climb into the back. Every movement causes that infernal plug to touch me in new, sensitive places. I can’t help my whimper as I settle into the seat next to Seth.
“Are you uncomfortable, little girl?” His false concern is infuriating.
I lift my chin. “I feel outstanding, thank you so much for asking.”
He laughs, as does Damiano. Dickheads. They’re both dickheads.