Hold Me Close (Bridgewater County 4)

I sat back on my heels between them. They looked disappointed, yet determined.

“Like to do any baking, sweetheart?” Ethan asked.

I frowned, completely confused by his change of topic.

“Got any coconut oil in your cupboard?”

I nodded, more because I knew it was there than I knew why he was asking.

He hopped up, went into the kitchen stark naked. Before I could ask Matt what was going on, he pulled me to him for a kiss, one of his arms wrapping about my waist, the other cupping the back of my head.

His tongue met mine, drove me wild. “I’m so sorry, baby. I love you. I won’t leave you again. This baby, this life? It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but never knew I needed.”

Ethan came back in the room as I nodded my head. I believed Matt, believed in his commitment. His love.

Ethan moved behind me on the bed, showed me a small bowl with a white lump of coconut oil in it. “Bet you never thought you’d use it for this.”

He sat it on the bed out of the way, scooped some into his hand, rubbed his palms together so it melted and glistened before he slid his fingers between my thighs.

“Wider,” he said, the slick feel of the coconut oil coating my pussy.

He reached for more, did it again, then slid his fingers to coat my back entrance, then press in. Matt held me in his arms, lowered his head and kissed me again as Ethan began to work a finger into me, collecting more coconut oil as he went.

I groaned when the single digit slid in and out, fucking me as I knew his big cock would soon enough. I still kissed Matt as Ethan tended to me, but when he replaced one finger with two, I couldn’t continue. I was panting, adjusting to his gentle insistence.

Matt settled back on his heels and pulled me up so I was straddling him. “Down you go,” he said, slowly working me down and onto his cock. We were face to face, our bodies pressed together as I took him into me all the way. Ethan had stilled his two fingers inside of me as I settled onto Matt’s lap, his cock completely filling me.

But once I was settled, my thighs against Matt’s, Ethan began to move, working his fingers and fucking me there.

“Oh god,” I breathed.

It was intense. I stared at Matt, our eyes holding. He was watching me, taking in every one of my reactions. I lifted my hand, stroked over his face, his hair. “I…I love you.”

He grinned, then angled his hips. My eyes widened as the motion rubbed my clit against him.

“Again,” I breathed.

He complied, then once more.

“It’s…that’s, oh my. I’m going to come.”

I was, just from Matt deep inside me and Ethan’s play.

It wasn’t an intense orgasm, but a rolling one, heating me and sinking me into the pleasure that only they could give me. A little cry escaped my throat and my fingers gripped Matt’s neck and shoulder.

“More,” I breathed when it finally waned.

They moved then. I wasn’t paying much attention, for I was still needy, still eager for more. I liked when they pounded into me, almost used me for their pleasure. They hadn’t done that and I needed it. I needed it

and the way it would make me come.

When I opened my eyes, Matt was flat on his back, knees bent and his lower legs hanging off the edge of the bed as I straddled him. Ethan was standing at the edge, his hand on the mattress beside me as he leaned over me. Matt was still buried deep.

“Time to move, baby,” Matt said, using his hands on my hips to lift and lower me slowly. I kept the pace as Ethan’s fingers returned for just a moment, then I felt something bigger. Broader. His cock.

“Ride Matt while I fuck your ass,” Ethan said, pressing carefully against me, trying to work me open. He’d prepared me well. The coconut oil was slick and he’d been generous with it.

“That’s it, open for me. Deep breath, let it out. Good girl,” he said.