I want to look back and see what Heath is doing to him, but I’d topple over if I tried.
“Your ideas will only fuel mine,” Josh says. “Practice what you preach, and reap what you sow.”
“Get your asses higher,” Heath tells us. “Up in the air, spread those cheeks for me.”
I gather myself with another shuffle, my head turned to the side as I offer myself to Heath. Josh is mirroring me, and my eyes lock on his as I feel something sliding into my butt. Metal. And then a glug. Jesus. I feel a slosh of something slopping its way inside me. Oh my God. Heath has poured olive oil straight inside my asshole. It feels slimy, but weirdly fucking amazing.
“Your turn now, darling,” Heath says, and my stare is locked on Josh’s perfect face as he closes his eyes, clearly savouring the sensation as Heath does the same to him.
“It was a tough call, Ella,” our client says as he slips two fingers back inside my gloopy ass. “I’ve been desperate for your cunt, truly, but I’m going to be pulling the same puppet strings for both of you. It’s only fair.”
I barely groan when Heath pushes three fingers into my ass instead of two, I’m so slick and lubed. I love anal, and my oily ass is craving an invasion. I want to be Heath’s fucking puppet. I want him to use my ass like a fucking toy. I grip his three fingers as tightly as I can, but the oil makes gripping anything practically impossible.
My headspace switches like a lightning strike when Heath shoves in four at once, and I’m Holly the whore on Heath’s kitchen floor. I’m murmuring,begging, because I need more.
“Who is going to top the leaderboard tonight?” he asks. “Who is the most hardcore entertainer for proposal number one?”
Heath is playing with fire, stoking flames of competition, and he knows it. I always want to top the charts and be the best entertainer every chance I get. I strive for the greatest hardcorer status with every single proposal I attend. And so does Josh…
“When it comes to ass play, you know who’ll be the winner,” Josh says to Heath, but he’s looking at me with a smirk. “Ella’s ass is not such an easy target as mine. She’s less experienced.”
Josh has the mischievous glint in his eyes that gives me butterflies. He’s goading me.
“I may be less experienced, but if you want a filthy puppet, I’ll give you a filthy puppet,” I say, and push back against Heath’s fingers. “Why don’t you try me for size?”
Heath’s laugh is gentle but deadly.
“Be careful, Ella. This is only day one, remember? You have a full week of proposals yet to perform.”
His words only drive me on. My clit sparks, wanting to serve and succeed.
“Make me a puppet, Heath.” I bounce my ass against his squelching fingers. “Whatever you do to Josh, do to me. I’m not coming second.”
“You can compete, if you really want to. Sing your songs. Use your words. Tell me how desperate you are to have my fist in your oily fucking holes.”
Josh and I are both a flurry of grunts, groans and fucking whimpers as we go for it, looking at each other all the while we beg Heath to plug his fist in deep. I splay my ass cheeks as wide as I possibly can, cursing under my breath as he twists his knuckles deep to loosen me.
This is fucking crazy.
Competing with my boyfriend to take Heath’s fist deepest and hardest, lubed up with olive oil on a kitchen floor.
I see the grimace on Josh’s face when he bucks up against Heath’s fist, and he’s outdone me. I hear the squelch as Heath’s hand sinks all the way in. Fuck it. I’m still at the knuckles. Heath is still twisting and loosening me, since I’m not ready to take him. My ass is still protesting, burning despite the olive oil, but I’m out of my head with the need to keep up. I want to feel the pop of force as my ass accepts him.
“Please!” I say. “Heath, please, just do it.”
“Very well,” he says.
It’s a white heat that has me biting off a yelp when Heath plunges in in one. I breathe hard, trying to stay relaxed around the hand inside me, but Heath is already fist-fucking Josh with a passion. I can hear the beautiful slick rhythm as he pulls his fist in and out, and Josh is grinning, bucking… giving itmore, more, moreas he takes it like a pro.
I give up on splaying my ass cheeks and brace myself on the floor instead, and I may be a cheater on all fours, but it puts me back in the game. It’smebucking now, taking Heath’s hand in and out of me like a dirty little slut.
“Unfair advantage,” Josh says, and mirrors me – going doggy position to buck just as fast.
“Bastard,” I laugh. “You’re so competitive, you know that?”
“Says you. Queen of the leaderboard.”
Josh reaches out to pull me closer, and I inch over to him, our sides pressed together as our client treats us like a pair of gloves. Josh’s breaths are in my face, his eyes just inches from mine, and the competition eases. I want to kiss him so fucking bad, but he beats me to it, managing to land his lips on mine before I get the chance.
