“Sarge…Sar, I’m…” Ellis didn’t know what in the hell he was trying to say, but Clark understood anyway.
Clark’s warm hand petted Ellis’s flank and thigh. “Got you, soldier. You’re safe. Here. With me.”
Ellis nodded mutely, his head braced against the smooth wood.
“Now say what I want to hear, soldier.” Clark’s teeth nipped Ellis’s ass cheek and lube smeared his hole.
Ellis gasped. “Green. Go. Please. God, want it, Sarge, I—” The words dissolved into muffled whimpers when the first bead found its way into Ellis’s body. When he shut his eyes, he envisioned Bryn easing the toy inside him. Ellis cried out, clenching and shaking, and Clark waited patiently before he resumed the slow, steady invasion.
“Good, good. Nice and slow, right, soldier?” Clark murmured as the next bead and the next inched inside Ellis, and Clark’s voice melded with Bryn’s, growing deeper and more wicked. “Oh yeah, you can take it, can’t you? This and a whole lot more. C’mon, soldier.”