Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

Micah’s dirty talk was my undoing. I couldn’t resist them, couldn’t hold back from the pleasure he was wringing from me.

I cried out, clenched down, milking his finger, wishing it was bigger, deeper. More.

When the pleasure ebbed, he slipped from me, but I wasn’t given a reprieve. “My turn,” I heard Colt say just before he pushed my thighs wide and put his mouth on me.

I was so sensitive already, barely recovered, that it didn’t take much to get me to come again.

And again.

Only when I was mindless, boneless and completely at their mercy did they move me. Colt settled on the bed lying on his back and Micah positioned me over him. “Ride me, sugar,” Colt growled.

I was confused. The last time I had my eyes opened, he was clothed. Now he was naked and hard, his cock curving straight up toward his belly. When he gripped the base in his fist, I watched as a drop of fluid seeped from the tip. I lowered my head to taste it, but he pushed me back up.

“Nope. Not a chance. I’ll blow before I even get in your mouth. Later. I promise you can suck me off later.”

I went up on my knees, hovered over him until I felt him settle at my entrance, then I lowered down. I was so wet and ready he slid in easily. I rode him with abandon, circling and shifting my hips with the pleasure, but I knew I wasn’t alone in this. His hips lifted to meet me, to fill me completely. His hand gripped my hip.

I glanced over my shoulder at Micah, thinking he was missing out, but he had the lube in his hand and was dribbling it onto his fingers, coating them.

“Come here, sugar,” Colt said. “Give Micah some room.”

I leaned down, pressed my breasts into Colt’s chest, the soft hairs there tickling my soft skin. He cupped the back of my head, kissed me. And didn’t stop. Not when Micah started talking dirty, not when Micah started playing.

“You took the plug so well last week. I’m going to claim you here tonight, but I’ll get you ready first.” He didn’t stop the litany of words. Praise, carnal suggestions, plans. Everything as he worked one finger deep into me, then another. When he scissored them open, I gasped against Colt’s mouth, but he didn’t stop kissing me as if he needed it to breathe.

I had no idea how much time had passed. Colt gently thrust up and into me in a rocking motion. Enough to keep us both on the edge, but not enough to push us over. When Micah finally pulled his fingers free, I heard the sound of more lube, the slick rubbing of flesh.

“My cock next,” he said. “Nice and easy. Relax, breathe and we’ll make you feel so good.”

Colt stopped kissing me then, watched me instead. I could tell he was making sure I was okay with this, that I was enjoying it. I had no doubt they’d both stop if I needed it, but I was hoping Micah had prepared me well.

I wanted to be with them both, to be in the middle of these two amazing men.

The broad head was there, pressing. Circling. Retreating. Pressing again. Over and over with a slight bit more pressure each time until my eyes widened, my ass opened for him and he popped in.

“Oh,” I gasped. Wow, it was a lot. They w

ere big and they were both in me.

“Okay?” Colt asked, stroking over my head.

I nodded, panted. Micah shifted in slightly and I moaned.

“She’s doing fine,” Colt said.

“Nice and slow,” Micah confirmed. “That’s it. A little more, now back. Good, push back. Yes. Do you like fucking both your men?”

Now that Micah’s cock was being squeezed—probably very hard—by my not-so-virgin ass hole, he started talking really dirty. Stuff I didn’t even imagine before but turned me on. They began to move in opposing motions, one in, the other out as they fucked me.

Having them separated by just a thin membrane made them stroke so deep. So much. Micah’s thrusts pushed me forward, rubbing my clit over Colt’s lower belly.

“I’m…it’s…I’m going to come.”

They’d already brought me to climax twice so far, and it hadn’t felt like this. I had no idea there were so many erogenous places on my body, but they’d found them all. And I was going to burst. Explode. Ignite.

Boom.

I screamed, probably making both of them deaf, but I was lost in them. Because of them.