This delicious morsel was cut from the final-final Unexpected Gifts, but is far too sweet to leave on the editing room floor. If you’ve read the story, you’ll know the second you begin it that this bit lives at the end of the second part. If you have not read it (and really, why not?), these two delightful young kinksters are just beginning to figure out how they fit together.

Explicit.

From Unexpected Gifts: “A few weeks later Will went up to see the boyfriends, and Molly put her plan into action. She woke up long enough to say goodbye—among other things…”

Moll was so ecstatic the next time he was leaving for the weekend, Will finally accused her of trying to get rid of him.

“Nope. I have a thing planned, that’s all.”

“A thing?” he’d asked.

“Mm hm. And no, I’m not gonna tell you.”

The boyfriend/girlfriend thing was going well. As in: pretty much nothing had changed. Theoretically they could now introduce each other as “Molly, my girlfriend” and “Will, my boyfriend,” except they knew all the same people, and most of those people assumed they were already together.

And the sex? Was totally rockin’. This thing where he could text her in the middle of the day and basically beg her to let him beat off? Yeah. See, that sounded like the kind of thing that would make masturbation less likely, except now he was actively looking for excuses to do it, just so he could text her he was going to. (It helped that Moll worked in an office at the college, so knowing that she was sitting there at her desk answering phones, completely distracted by him—that was pretty hot.)

He hadn’t forgotten about her thing, but at five a.m. on Friday morning, when he was trying to get his shit together to walk to the train station, he wasn’t really thinking about it.

“What’s your ETD?” she mumbled.

“Uh, like, fifteen minutes. Go back to sleep, Moll. I’ll see you Monday.”

“Huh uh, I’m up.” And she was, sort of. She pushed herself up (Moll wore white men’s undershirts to bed, which was, possibly, the most insanely sexy thing of all time—down, dick, no time for that). “Hang on.”

“I was just—”

“No, Will,” she said, and this was her, like, serious voice.

He blinked. “Yeah, okay.”

“Pull down your pants and bend over. I’ll be right back.”

And holy fuck everything, god, god, what did that mean? Except it was pretty obvious it meant do as I say, so Will, sweatshirt already on, still in socks, pushed his pants to his ankles and, yeah, bent over, bracing himself on the bed and chewing on his lip so he wouldn’t ask her any stupid questions.

(Ads was in the next room! God, what if she wanted to spank him right now? Ads would kill him. Or mock him forever. But probably after killing him. Except she’d never spanked him before and god, that’d be hot—)

“Close your eyes, baby. I got a surprise for you.”

Close your eyes? Christ!

Then, oh god, her hand, her fingers, her lubed fingers, entered his ass.

“Moll,” Will breathed, and tried not to move, even though that, right there, felt incredible.

“So I’ve been thinking about how I can say thank you to Hugh, for reassuring me that time.”

Another finger, stroking in and out. And Molly had only played with his ass twice, but she was down for it, and she was totally turned on by the idea of pegging him, but strap-ons were kind of pricey.

“Fuck, oh god, I really—”

“No, Will. No orgasms for you until Hugh allows it.”

And shit, like she was passing control to Hugh? He moaned.

“Ha. I know, right?” She leaned down, breathing against his ear. “Little boys like you need structure, Will.”

“Yes—yes—please—”

“No. Hm, I wonder if you’re stretched enough yet.”

Which definitely seemed like a clue, except right now if she could just keep fucking him with her fingers, possibly forever, that would be good. Pleasure wound down to his toes and fuck, if she touched his balls right now he’d explode.

Then she pulled her fingers out and he didn’t actually want to cry, except he kind of did want to cry, and he definitely wanted to beg her to fuck him more, harder, bigger.

“Oh man, this is fucking hot. Yeah, Will. I hope the boyfriends appreciate my effort.”

And oh. Oh. Will closed his eyes and tried to relax every muscle he had. Because that was not the smallest plug he’d ever felt entering his ass.

“Baby, you’re killing me here.” Even her voice was aroused. “God, is this okay? It looks way bigger going in than it did in the store.”

“Yeah. Yeah. ’S good.” It slid in, pressure, more pressure, then—he exhaled. Seated. Thank god. “Whoa.”

“Wait, will you be okay on the train with that? I want it to be awesome, not, like, awful. Will, hey.”

He opened his eyes. “Oh yeah. Yeah, sorry, just, uh, adjusting. No, that’s good. Wait a minute.” He took another breath and pushed himself up, gingerly, until he was standing. “Um, I gotta, uh, I gotta kind of play with it a minute.” In the bathroom. Maybe? But no, Molly just stood there. Watching.

So, blushing like his face was on fire, he reached behind himself.

“No. Show me.”

Fuck. God. That was so hot. And she expected him to kind of shuffle, pants around his ankles, until his back was to her, even though it would be easier for her to just walk around him, and that was hot, too.

He pushed it in a little, turned it, seated it more comfortably. There. Yeah. That was better.

“Oh, god, baby, you’re dripping.”

“Yeah, this is pretty hot, Moll.”

“You’re telling me. Fuck, I should have started sooner. Then I could make you go down on me, so you’d smell me the whole time and feel that and not be able to come. Shit! I should have planned this better.” Then she dropped to her knees and sucked precome off the tip of his dick.

“Argh, fuck!”

Adam pounded on the wall and Molly, grinning, tucked him away and re-did his pants. Which was kind of weird, and also kind of intimate.

“Well, I couldn’t let it go to waste,” she said, and kissed him, deeply, pulling his body against hers. “Give my love to the boyfriends, Will. You better go or you’re gonna miss your train.”

“Kind of you’re evil, Moll.”

“Yep. Going back to sleep now. Totally going to jack off first, though. You can think of me touching my clit, fucking myself with my fingers, while you’re trying really hard not to come all the way up there.”

Will groaned and knocked his forehead lightly against hers. “Love you, Moll. See you Monday.”

“Love you, too, Will.”

Two hours later his phone dinged. Probably Moll, with more torture.

Except, it wasn’t.

I just received a strange message from Molly, telling me she hopes I like my gift. Explain?

But no, he didn’t even have to ask to know that was against the rules. And he wanted to be there, to watch Hugh’s face, when he found out.

Sorry. Think it’s a surprise. You’ll like it, though.

I’m on the edge of my seat, Willie. See you soon.

Finding one person who didn’t think you were a total bastard, even when they knew your darkest secrets, felt like a miracle. But Will, somehow, found three. He didn’t know what was more insane and fucking amazing than a miracle, but whatever it was, having a girlfriend like Moll and two boyfriends like Hugh and Truman? Totally it.