"Well then," Zayn says with his trademark smirk, "looks like the rookie's getting lucky."
"Shut up," Aidan mutters, but there's no real heat in it. His attention is entirely focused on me, green eyes dark with want and something that looks like awe. "Are you really sure?"
Instead of answering with words, I pull him down for a kiss. It starts gentle, reassuring, but quickly deepens as his control starts to slip. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming and exploring, and I can taste his desperation, his need.
"Okay," he gasps when we break apart. "Okay. But we go slow. So fucking slow. And if it's too much?—"
"I'll tell you," I promise. "Trust me?"
"Always," he says immediately, then looks around at the others. "I'm gonna need help. Making sure she's ready."
"We've got you," Jax assures him, already reaching for the lube.
What follows is the most thorough, careful preparation of my life. Aidan starts with his fingers, one then two then three, stretching me gradually while the others offer advice and encouragement. Darren stays close, pressing kisses to my shoulder, my neck, wherever he can reach.
Damn, they make a good team. I guess that figures.
"You're doing so good," he murmurs as Aidan works a fourth finger in, the stretch intense but not painful. "Taking it so well. I'm so fucking proud of you."
"Listen to the expert," Zayn quips. "Man's taken more knots in the last two days than?—"
“Shut up, Zayn, I’m not a fuckingknot expert,” Darren groans, then turns back to me with a sheepish grin. “Guess he's not wrong, though.”
I laugh, the sound breaking into a moan as Aidan's fingers find that perfect spot inside me. "Good. Then you can coach me through it."
"I can do that," Darren agrees, his hand finding mine again. "First rule? Breathe. When you tense up, it's harder. Stay relaxed, let your body do what it knows how to do."
"My body doesn't know how to take a knot," I point out. "That's why we've been training."
"Your body knows more than you think," he insists. "Trust it. Trust us."
Dmitri moves then, positioning himself behind Darren. The sight of him pressing inside Darren, of Darren's face going slack with pleasure, makes me clench around Aidan's fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. So ready,” Aidan mutters to me. “I think... I think we can try.”
My heart pounds as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. This is it. The moment I've been building toward, training for. Aidan positions himself between my spread thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Remember," Darren says, his voice slightly breathless as Dmitri starts to move inside him. "Breathe. Relax. Let him in."
Aidan pushes forward slowly, so slowly I want to scream. The stretch is immediate and intense, my body working toaccommodate his size. He's bigger than any of the toys we've used, thicker, and for a moment I wonder if this was a mistake.
"That's it," Darren encourages, squeezing my hand. "You're doing perfect. Just breathe through it."
I focus on my breathing, on staying relaxed as Aidan works himself deeper. The others are watching, I can feel their eyes on us, and it turns me on so fucking much.
"So fucking tight," Aidan grits out, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort of going slow. "Lexie, baby, you feel incredible."
When he finally bottoms out, all but the knot, we both need a moment to adjust. I've never felt so full, stretched to my limits but not quite past them. It's intense and overwhelming and perfect.
"How is it?" Darren asks, his own breath hitching as Dmitri hits his prostate. I can tell from the glazed look in his eyes.
"Full," I manage. "So full. But good. Really good."
"Wait until he moves," Zayn says from his position at the foot of the bed. He's stroking himself lazily, watching us with dark eyes. "That's when it gets really fun."
Aidan starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting me adjust to the sensation. Each movement lights up nerve endings I didn't know I had, pleasure building slowly but steadily. Beside us, Dmitri's found his rhythm with Darren, their bodies moving in tandem.
"That's it," Jax says, his hand running soothingly down my spine. "You're taking him so well. Such a good girl for us."
