Trading with the Boys

I watched, dreamily, as Jacob held his wonderfully thick cock in one fist. My breath caught in my throat as he guided himself between my thighs…

“No.”

It happened in a flash: Tate leaned forward and grabbed my ankles, then spun me around like a top. When I looked up again I was facing entirely the other direction! And then he flipped me over…

“She’s mine first.”

… and I was face-down on the comforter, with my ass in the air.

Ooohhhh…

Two huge hands went to my hips, and I felt something big and bulbous throbbing against my entrance. I was so sopping wet he glided right in. So totally turned on, I hadn’t finished my moan of gratified pleasure before he was already buried inside me.

“Yessssss!”

I hissed the word through clenched teeth, as Tate and I became full-fledged lovers. He was so achingly deep, too! Our bodies so beautifully and wonde

rfully connected, as he began slowly and lovingly screwing me from behind.

He could only go fast, though. I was so unused to this, now. So unexpectedly tight.

“Been a while?” he chuckled, leaning over my back.

“Told you so.” I sighed.

I gasped as he pulled out and shoved himself all the way back in again. Two times. Three… Four… It was getting easier with each stroke. The feeling of fullness and completion, more and more incredible.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured into my ear. “We’re going to break you in all over again.”

Break. You. In.

The words coming out of his mouth made my thighs quiver. My pussy flooded.

“The both of us,” Tate whispered hotly, rolling one hand into my hair. “For the rest of the night.”

Twenty

JACOB

I’ll never forget the sound she made, as Tate took her and made her his own. Her pretty little mouth opened. Her eyes rolled back, as she let loose the cutest gasp.

Damn.

I was jealous, but not because he’d taken her first. It was only because he’d spun her away from me at the last moment. Tore her from my grasp, just as I had my heart set on burying myself inside her.

“Yesss…”

She was saying the word over and over now. It became her low, breathless mantra, as she bounced steadily off the end of my friend’s hard, unyielding abdominals. They were the same abdominals I’d seen him crunch a thousand times before, as the two of us worked out together at the local gym.

“You’re not going to believe this, but I kissed Mrs. Nelson.”

These were the words I’d said to Tate only a couple of days ago, while the two of us stood there sharing the same press machine. He’d continued doing tricep pull-downs for another few reps, before grinning back fiendishly at me in the gym mirror.

“And do you wanna know what I’ve been doing with her?”

What he told me after that had completely blown me away! I’d been excited. Thrilled. Envious… and then excited all over again. I couldn’t believe he’d had the same experience with her as me! Only somehow, he’d gone a whole hell of a lot further.

From there we’d gone back and forth, all but fighting over this beautiful woman who’d long been the subject of our fantasies. In the end we’d come up with something totally radical together. Something unorthodox.