All Holes Taken (7)
One of them chuckled behind me. The sound was hoarse. I knew it was Nolan.
“You’re about to get more than you asked for.”
I didn’t know what they meant until hands wrapped around mine again and pulled me forward. The shift was sudden. My knees stayed planted on the bed, but my upper body dropped, bent down low. Someone gripped my wrists tightly, pinning them to the sheets.
I couldn’t see who it was.
The blindfold stayed firm across my eyes. I was breathing hard, trying to focus, trying to place which hands were on me now. But they weren’t speaking. No one told me what was coming.
Then I heard it. A bottle snapped open behind me. The familiar sound of lube being rubbed fast between two palms.
I flinched.
The bed dipped under someone’s weight. Then pressure. A lot
