If Landon was Sir Loin of Beef, Jed was most definitely a prime cut, too.
“Are you still wet for us, baby?” Jed asked.
Boldly, I reached down, ran my fingers over my pussy, collected my arousal and held it up for them to see.
Landon grabbed hold, took my fingers into his mouth. Sucked. “I love getting this right from the source, but I don’t think my dick can wait another minute to be inside you.”
Walking around the bed, he laid down, grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me on top of him. He kissed me, slow and deep with lots of tongue. I could feel the bed dip as Jed moved, hooked a hand about my waist and lifted me onto my hands and knees, slid his fingers over my pussy.
“She’s soaked and ready,” he said.
Landon broke the kiss, stared at me with those dark, fathomable eyes.
“Are you on birth control?” Landon asked.
I nodded, my hair sliding over my shoulder. “IUD.”
“I’ve always gloved up. Always used a condom. Every time,” Landon said.
“Me, too. Never fucked without one,” Jed added. “We’ve been saving going bareback for The One.”
“For you.” Landon lifted his head, kissed me quick. “Angel, we want to go bare with you, to take you with nothing between us. Ever. Feel your pussy against my dick, fill you with my cum, not a condom. But it’s your call. I fucked up. Really fucked up and we’ll wait so you can trust me, trust both of us.”
I loved him then. Right in that moment. He was giving me the option to protect myself from him, to not give myself fully to him until I was ready, all because of how he’d hurt me earlier. I was ready. I wanted him, nothing between us, just like they’d said.
I did trust him, both of them. In this. In keeping me safe in so many ways.
I didn’t say anything, only shifted my hips, lowered myself down until the broad head of his dick slid over my slick folds, notched and settled right at my entrance. There was no waiting. Everything had built to this moment, to the way I settled down onto him, one inch at a time.
He was big. Huge. My pussy lips parted, my inner walls stretched as he went in. Thankfully, I was ridiculously wet and it eased his way, but I had to pull back, then push down a few times before I could fit all of him, before I was seated directly on his thighs.
“Oh shit, her pussy just swallowed you right up,” Jed said.
He’d been watching and that was ridiculously hot.
“I don’t want anything between us,” I said, reaching out and cupping Jed’s jaw as I rocked my hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Landon growled. His hands gripped my waist and he lifted me up, dropped me back down.
I gasped. It did feel good. Better than good. Amazing.
“Every inch of you. Hot and slick, practically milking the cum from my balls. Ride me, angel. Take your cowboy for a ride. The ride’s going to be wild, but I promise you’ll stay on for longer than eight seconds.”
I met his gaze, then glanced at Jed. He was watching me closely, but reached out, stroked a finger down the swell of my breast, thumbed the nipple.
“Shit, she just squeezed the shit out of my dick. Move, angel, or I’ll make a fool of myself and come right now.”
I laughed, feeling incredible. Happy. Horny. Hopeful. Loved.
Settling my hands on Landon’s chest, I lifted and lowered, circled my hips and pretty much fucked myself with his big dick. My clit rubbed against him and I was quickly lost to the feeling. My eyes fell closed and I went with it. Riding him, harder and faster, chasing my orgasm. I knew my breasts were bouncing, knew the wet sounds of our fucking—of my pussy—filled the room. That I was moaning, unable to keep it in.
Jed leaned in. “Want me to play with your ass, baby? You’re sensitive there. You’ll come again for me, won’t you?”
His hand slid down my back, his thumb again finding the tight ring of my ass. He didn’t push in like he did earlier, just applied the lightest of pressure as I rode Landon’s cock. I had no idea there were so many nerve endings there, that it would feel so good.
I got really wet and my nipples went hard as I came.
“Shit,” Landon growled, lifting his hips as he pushed me down on him, holding himself deep.