“This is one of those times I wish I had a prick,” the woman said. “His ass is just swallowing my fingers.”
“Will he take a fist?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Her fingers disappeared. The next touch Jesse felt was the hard press of knuckles, burrowing inside his passage.
It had been a long time since he had been fisted, but not so long that he forgot the sensation of pain, followed by intense pressure which turned into an almost equally intense pleasure. She paused once she worked her fist into his channel, and so did the vampire standing above him. For a brief moment, he was completely full, and he couldn’t see Gideon, but he could feel him. Feel Gideon’s fingers like steel bands around his shaft.
Then everybody started to move again, in hard, disjointed rhythms.