Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

He grinned. “You mean sucking Colt’s cock as I fucked you?”

I nodded, my hair falling down past my shoulders. He brushed it back for me. “That’s one way to take the two of us. What about having one cock in your pussy, the other in your ass?”

Colt’s finger began to move in and out, slowly fucking me. Like really, really slowly, which was revving my engine and pissing me off a bit at the same time. It was also making my brain stall.

In my—? My mouth fell open. Oh yeah, the lube conversation. I was not going to ask my sister after her knowledge of the necessity of lube, nor was I going to tell her any of the ways these guys intended to use it.

“Um…I told you I haven’t been with two guys before.”

“Then you’ve never played here before?” Colt slipped his finger from my pussy, slid it up and over my back entrance. I cried out and my eyes widened as he touched that very intimate place. Micah was watching me closely and I saw the way his pale eyes darkened at my awakened awareness.

It didn’t hurt. In fact, Colt was barely touching me. It actually felt really good. But I clenched down instinctively, which only made me feel empty and want to be fucked. I ached for their big cocks. Not in my ass—no way.

“Did you pack the lube your sister mentioned?” Colt asked, continuing to circle his finger, the motion easy since it was slick with my arousal.

I closed my eyes, bit my lip as Colt used his other hand—I imagined it was his other hand as I had no idea how he’d be so dexterous otherwise—to find my clit and begin to play.

“Did you?” Micah repeated, brushing a knuckle over my nipple.

I nodded and I gasped at the feel. My breath came out in pants as if I were running a sprint instead of remaining completely still. I didn’t know where to concentrate. My nipples tightened from the slight touch, my clit swelled, my pussy felt completely ignored and my ass, well, it had nerve endings sparking and firing. I was going to come.

I wiggled my hips and shifted my feet—the only thing I could do tied up as I was. My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. “I’m going to—oh god!”

I came. Hard. Like ridiculously hard since they weren’t doing much more than caressing me. In very specific places.

I cried out. There was no way I could keep the sounds in, the only outlet I had for the release to escape.

“Good girl,” Micah crooned in my ear, kissing the outer swirl, then along my cheek. I lifted my head so we could kiss. I instantly opened my mouth, finding his tongue with mine. I needed more, voracious and eager.

I felt a little tug, then the release of the rope. “You’ve been tied up long enough, sugar.” Colt’s big hands stroked up and down my arms and he took my hands, placed them on the railing. “That doesn’t mean we want you to move. Stay right there,” he warned. I guessed he’d spank me again if I didn’t comply.

I was too hot, too eager for them to argue and so I remained bent over the railing. Micah moved away and I heard his footfall on the steps and into the cabin. He returned quickly and I heard the sound of a plastic flip top just before I felt the cold drizzle of the lube.

“You won’t fit,” I said, coming up some and looking over my shoulder. Colt put a hand on the center of my back and gently pushed me back down.

With his other hand, he began to play with my ass hole again, working the lube in. Squirting more, then pressing against my untried hole. “No cocks here tonight, sugar. We’ll just play. Prepare you for when we do take you. You’re going to love it. Then, and now.”

I had a deliciously dark feeling he was right. They hadn’t done anything I hadn’t loved so far, but it was hard to think about his words—when we do take you—because that meant they really did want longer than just tonight. I was only in Montana for the week, then I’d be returning to LA, to the cluster that was my life. To whatever the latest lies the tabloids were spreading.

“Whoa, sugar. Where’d you go just then?”

“What?” I asked.

Colt gave my ass a playful swat. “Your mind went somewhere. Am I losing my touch?”

I had to laugh and was impressed he’d somehow noticed. I had to wonder if he were a mind reader, although I must have tightened my fingers on the railing or something. His touch was on my clit and ass. When he pressed his finger a touch harder, my resistant muscle gave way and he slipped into me to the knuckle. Slick and hard, he barely breached my ass. That was enough. Whoa.

“Nope. I’m back. Right here. Oh…”

“Good girl,” Colt said.

I heard the sound of a condom wrapper, then the slide of a zipper. “Colt got you all ready for me?”

Turning my head, I saw that Micah had stripped off his shirt and opened his jeans, his hard cock sheathed and ready for me. The hair on his head was darker—as if it had been bleached by all the time in the sun—than the smattering on his chest,

Oh, yes. I was ready for him. All I could do was nod as Colt moved away and Micah stepped behind me. I felt the nudge of his cock at my entrance, the cool drip of more lube. “Ready?”

His cock pressed in and so did his thumb on my ass. I dropped my head to my hands, nodded.