“Who’s in charge now?” Tucker asked and I realized he was literally servicing me like a stallion. I was bent over being fucked, wild and hard until he’d spent deep inside of me. The difference was—and it wasn’t the size of his dick—that he was making me come first. Just like Colton.
“I’m so close,” I told them.
“So beautiful. You, like this, all naked and letting your men get you all dirty.” Colton talked as Tucker fucked. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Taking what we give you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. My eyes slipped closed. I couldn’t look at Colton any longer. Too hot, too male, especially with his dick still hard, more cum slipping from it. He was still clothed except for the most essential bits for fucking.
And I was naked. Between them. Tucker behind me, his dick sliding in and out, the back door open for anyone to come across us. I was sure if someone even got near the back porch they could hear the slap of wet flesh on flesh. That it was hard and rough and I wanted it that way.
That I was going to come… right… now.
I screamed Tucker’s name, clawed at Colton’s shoulders. I threw my head back, made strange orgasm sounds as I milked his cock. As he didn’t stop, but kept right on taking me. Hard. Harder. I’d have bruises along with the pink handprints. The swollen pussy. The cum dripping from me for days.
“Ava,” Tucker groaned as he held himself deep and filled me up. I could feel his dick pulse, emptying his balls deep inside me.
Tucker pulled out and his hand went to my pussy. I hissed, so sensitive there. “Feel that? All swollen and well-used. All that cum. Ours.”
Colton leaned forward, kissed me. Gently. Sweetly, even. “Our first kiss.”
I stared at him as he cupped the back of my head. “You might be our dirty girl, but you sure are sweet.”
He winked and I smiled. He pulled me down on his lap, completely not caring that I’d be getting his jeans a
ll wet with our combined cum.
Tucker tugged off his shirt, held it open for me. I slipped one arm in, then leaned so I could do the other. Colton did up the snaps as if I were a child. The simple gesture was… endearing. As if I was more than just a fuck buddy, but something cherished.
“What’s this about being just a pretty face?” he asked.
I ducked my chin, but he lifted it with his fingers so I couldn’t look away.
“My father is a bossy man. He’s always told me what to do. Ran my life, and not just while I was a kid. He’d arranged for me to marry the vice president of his company.”
“Arranged?” Tucker asked as he tucked himself back into his jeans but didn’t do up the zipper or button. I’d never seen him without a shirt before. A smattering of fair hair was between his flat nipples, but it tapered down to his navel, then further to the darker curls—glistening from getting wet fucking—at the base of his cock.
“Yup.”
“Is that why it took you so long to say yes? Because we’re bossy?”
I shrugged. “Definitely, but it also makes me hot. Your bossiness is… different. And I’d rather not talk about my father while I’ve got your cum all over me.”
Tucker grinned and Colton stood with me wrapped in his arms.
“We don’t have to talk about him at all,” Colton said. “Let’s get you cleaned up in the shower.”
“Yeah, so we can get you all dirty again.”
TUCKER
* * *
“What’s so important I had to track you down in the canned goods section?” I asked, approaching Duke who stood before a half full grocery cart. He glanced up from the two cans he was holding.
He’d said he wanted to catch up with me, but not on the phone. As if we were spies and worried over a tapped line. Since I was headed to town to meet Ava, I figured I could get to him first. It wasn’t quite closing time for the Seed and Feed—I’d been too eager to see her again and left too early—and decided to track down Duke first.
Once I got into town, he’d texted his location and this was where I found him. Grocery shopping.
“Do you know the difference between crushed tomatoes and tomato sauce?” he asked.