“That could be great,” I say, wondering if there'd be a space for me with the two of them.
“Derek's behind it and you know he wanted to hunt that beautiful head of yours, so what do you say?”
“You mean it? We three are going to work together as well as play?”
“Best life ever.”
“We don't have to start until noon because of the wind. Let's go for a swim while Hunter makes breakfast,” Rhino says, with a grin.
Hunter just smiles and goes to the refrigerator for eggs.
“I don't – auuk...” I let out a squeak as Rhino hooks his arm under my thighs and picks me up like I weigh less than a beach towel.
He throws me across his shoulder, refusing any resistance and slides the door to the back deck open. Down the steps and we're on the sand, then he takes off running for the water with me squealing and grabbing at his narrow waist. His hand clamping me, lays right across my lower butt cheeks and already soaked pussy.
The guys like to do this sometimes. When they want a solo with me, some alone time, they pick me up and carry me off to some exciting spot outside our shared bedrooms and take what they want. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for it. But that doesn't mean it's not fun to play-resist and pretend to be worried that the odd one out will be upset. A tiny bit of competition between Hunter and Rhino adds a lot of spice to the relationship and I'm the main beneficiary.
Rhino walks into the ocean all the way up to his waist before setting me down, facing him. His hand clasps around the back of my head to pull my mouth up to his, the other is already tearing at my clothes. One finger hooks the string of my bikini top and flips it up so my tits bob free on the water. His brusque hand mounds my right breast, twisting the large point until I moan into his mouth just how he likes.
He lifts me and my thighs lace around his back.
“I need to be inside you right fucking now,” he growls, low and animal raw.
“I'm all yours,” I say, which is true.
When I'm with Rhino, he owns me. When I'm with Hunter, he takes full possession. And when I'm with both, they claim me equally. It's fucking amazing and I can't ever get enough of the play between the two men, so different and so alike.
Lucky me, I won't have to.
When Rhino's destroyed my pussy, fucking me hard and fast until I grind my nails into his shoulders and throw my head back to scream at the sky, from the amount of delicious pleasure building up in my core. When he's completely obliterated every thought but me and him, joined as close as humanly possible and brought me shuddering over the edge, my face thrown into his neck to bite down on him. Only then does he carry me out of the deep, still impaled on his prick and lays me down on the shore.
Very gently so the pebbles or sand don't grit at my skin. Then he hungrily kisses and caresses every part of my body as the surf washes up my legs and recedes, washes up and goes back like it's lifting away the final aftershocks of Rhino's complete destruction of my senses.
Then he lifts me up and I curl into his chest while he carries me up the beach, looking like a wild man with his hair all wet. He takes the steps with my weight like it's nothing and deposits me at the counter in time for breakfast. He goes to grab a towel to dry off my back.
Hunter sets down a plate of eggs with sausage and pancakes, mimosas and coffee, our standard weekend morning feast with his delicious grin that tells me it won't be long before he wants a turn with me. I am nothing, if not treated like a total princess.
Preview - Lisa Vs. Outlaw!
Billionaires, bosses, professors, princes…whatevs, ya know? I need a real man.
Good luck finding an outlaw in the Hamptons.
Just because someone has some whips and chains doesn’t make me go all gooey.
I mean, I could just go buy that at the dollar store.
Nope. I need rugged. I need alpha. I need an outlaw.
Not some white collar criminal either. Insider stock trading does not make you an outlaw. Neither does stealing cable. Or tearing the tags off pillows.
But that’s all I have to choose from.
Until I meet Diesel and get captivated by his mysterious eyes, and insanely hot body.
He’s the total package - emphasis on the word “package”.
Now there’s just one question. Will his bike ever be the same after I ride on it? And I’m not talking about the Harley either ;)