Ride Me Dirty (Bridgewater County 1)

“Shit, hurry, Sam. I need to move.” Jack’s voice was nothing more than a growl.

Sam worked his finger carefully into me, coating me and preparing me for his cock. He would be bigger than any of the plugs we’d played with, but I knew it would be so much better.

Jack’s hands tightened on my hips and he lifted and lowered me, working me on his cock as Sam added more and more lube.

“Feel good?” Jack asked. The corner of his mouth tipped up, but I could tell he was on the brink. Neither man was one to hold back.

I nodded, licked my lips.

Sam’s finger slipped free and I felt empty, even with Jack so deep. But it wasn’t for long because Sam’s cock was nudging me, pressing in. A warm hand settled on my shoulder.

“Breathe, doll. That’s it, good girl.”

It was hard to relax, but I knew it was the only way this was going to work. I lifted my gaze to Jack’s, held it as Sam pressed forward. More and more until all at once that broad head popped inside. I gasped at the stretch, at the feel of him. Of both of them.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, trying to wiggle my hips. It was… wow. Big. Intense.

I could hear Sam’s ragged breathing as he slowly slid in and out, going deeper each time. Jack’s hands slid up my body to cup my breasts, gently pluck the nipples.

“It’s too much,” I breathed.

“Shh,” Jack crooned. “Close your eyes. Feel.”

“I’m in. Fuck, doll, you’re perfect,” Sam said.

“Yes,” I breathed. “This? Us? It’s… God, I never knew it could be like this.”

“Ready?” Jack asked.

I nodded, but I knew he was talking to Sam.

“Time to make you ours, doll.”

Sam pulled back and Jack lifted his hips, filling me. Then they alternated, Jack pulling out and Sam sliding in all the way. They kept doing that and I slumped forward onto Jack’s chest. I was the filling in a Kane boys sandwich and it was… incredible. Pinned between them, all I could do was surrender myself to the ride and trust that they would take care of me.

“Okay, sweetness?” Jack asked.

“Mmm,” I murmured.

My eyes were closed and I did as Jack said, just felt. How could I not? I was so open, so filled, so… taken. Sweat coated my skin, the dark scent of fucking filled the air. It was too much. The feelings were explosive and I came, crying out and clenching down on both of them.

Jack thrust up one last time, shouting his release. Sam gripped my shoulder, slid out and then plunged deep. He, too, came.

I couldn’t move if I tried. Not because I was skewered on two cocks, but because the orgasm had been that good. I wasn’t sure if I had any bones left.

Later, when we were all sprawled on the couch recuperating—naked, because who needed clothes?—they asked if I’d eaten. “No, but I’m not hungry. I am dirty, though.”

“No one ever doubted that,” Sam said as he gave my ass a little slap.

“Not that kind of dirty,” I laughed. “I never showered after all that cleaning this morning. And now this….” I waved a hand toward my body. I’d been used and used well. I was sticky and sweaty and lube still lingered in places that were a little sore. I was still desperately in need of a shower.

Luckily for me, Jack had a shower big enough for three. I was physically exhausted after a long day of cleaning, packing, and fucking. Not to mention the emotional exhaustion from the roller coaster of my emotions. Sam and Jack handled me like a priceless doll, helping me into the shower. I just stood there and let them pamper me—Sam in front and Jack in back as they lathered up some soap and scrubbed me down, massaging my aching muscles as they went. How had I ever thought I could walk away from this?

When I was nice and clean, they led me to Jack’s king-sized bed and settled me under the covers, nestled between them. I must have drifted off and I came to some time later to the feel of my pussy being licked.

They were both awake and had taken it upon themselves to wake me up nice and slow. Jack’s lips were on my breasts, his fingers gave one nipple a little pinch as he sucked the other into his mouth and tugged. They must have heard my sharp inhale because I heard Sam’s low laugh from between my parted thighs where his tongue teased the folds of my pussy, so lightly it could only be described as torture.

He flicked out his tongue to lick my clit. “You want more of that?”