Take Me Fast (Bridgewater County 3)

No, these men wanted foreplay.

Rory wrapped his arms around me from behind, his muscles pressing against my back and his hard cock nestled against my ass. Cooper pulled me closer so my breasts molded to his chest, his cock jutting against my lower belly. I didn’t have to doubt their eagerness and when they got me naked, they’d find I was more eager than ever. My panties were ruined.

My little black dress was all that separated me from these men. My men. Their hard bodies had me trapped between them and I’d never in my life had felt so safe. So treasured. Not even that one night we’d shared so long ago. I let myself revel in the sensation as they kissed my lips and neck.

But then the frustration grew to be too much. In a matter of seconds they had me back to the painfully turned on state I’d been in when we were in the restaurant. My dress was in the way, keeping me from what I wanted. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Cooper,” I breathed against his lips. Begged.

“What do you need?” he murmured. I felt his warm breath fan my heated skin.

“You.” I looked over my shoulder at Rory. “Both of you.”

“It’s our turn to see you,” he said, stepping back. With deft fingers, Cooper pulled my dress over my head and Rory unfastened my bra. When my breasts fell free, they both groaned. Rory turned me so I stood between them, so they could both get their first bare glimpse of me since I was eighteen and in the back of Cooper’s truck.

For the first time since they’d started kissing me, a new sort of fear took hold and held me in its grip. I bit my lip and held my breath. Could they see a difference? My breasts definitely weren’t as perky as they once were. Gravity, and breastfeeding, had taken their toll. What if I didn’t live up to their expectations? I was in fairly good shape, but I’d had a baby—my body was different, definitely not the tight, hot body of a high school senior. And not the tight, hot pussy of an inexperienced teen, either. If they looked close enough, they’d see the faded, silver lines of my stretch marks.

I moved a hand to cover my belly, but Rory brushed it gently aside with impatience. “Don’t hide from us, sweets. We’ve been dreaming about this moment for far too long. To see you bare before us again. Between us. To know you want us just as much as we do you. Your panties are soaked.”

I blushed at his carnal words. “You knew that already,” I countered, then swallowed down the nerves that made me want to tell them everything. To bare more than my body.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Cooper muttered as he lowered his head to suck on one hard nipple. I gave a small cry as his lips firmed and I felt the gentle pull. I grabbed the back of his head and held him to me as he moved between my breasts, covering them in kisses and teasing my nipples until I was panting for air. They were more sensitive than I ever imagined.

“You look even better than I remembered,” Rory said as he came back behind me and wrapped me in his arms, his hands sliding up and down my sides. “How is that possible?”

I shook my head, but didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. All I could do was moan when Cooper cupped my breasts with his palms, licking and nibbling with his mouth, teasing with his fingers. My anxiety faded with each pull of his mouth, with every whispered word from Rory’s lips.

My head fell back against Rory’s shoulder as he lowered his hand to cup my pussy through my panties. When I moaned, he bent his knees slightly and nudged my legs apart so he could nestle his cock between my thighs.

This time, we both moaned. It was so intimate, yet such a tease since I still wore my silk panties. “I need it. I need your cock in me,” I said, not caring I was so bold with my words. “I can’t wait any longer.”

That was the truth. My pussy was aching for it. I needed to feel them inside of me.

Rory gave my shoulder a little love bite before taking a step back, grabbing the condom, ripping it open and rolling it on before coming back. Sheathed and ready, he tugged my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and he nudged my legs apart once more to position himself right at my entrance. His cock slid inside of me in one hard, slow thrust. My eyes widened and I met Cooper’s heated gaze as Rory stretched me open, filled me deep. Took me slow. I cried out at the delicious feel of being claimed by Rory as Cooper held me upright, continuing to play with my breasts as Rory fucked me from behind. I gripped Cooper’s forearms, thankful he was there to keep me upright.

Foreplay was over. They hadn’t even taken me to bed, just fucked me right inside the doorway.

I was so ready, so primed by them, it only took three thrusts of Rory’s thick cock before I came in their arms, my cries of pleasure cutting through the silence of the hotel room. I had no idea it could be like this, so desperate, sweaty, wild. I’d never fucked standing up before, never like this.

They covered me with kisses as I came back to earth. Murmured words of praise, affection. I might have come once, but this night was far from over. Rory was still deep inside me. He hadn’t come and I felt him thick and hard, so deep his hips pressed against my ass. His voice was a growl in my ear as he pulled out. He groaned and I whimpered. “No,” I whispered, not wanting him to leave me. I felt em

pty without him.

Cooper spun me about, my breasts swaying with the motion. Rory nodded toward the bed. “On your hands and knees.”

The curt command made me hot all over again. I liked this bossy side of him, that he was taking from me what he wanted. I could say no and he’d stop. They both would. By why? I knew however they took me, fast or slow, wild or passionate, they’d make me come. Again and again. My pussy clenched with sweet anticipation.

I hurried over to the bed and positioned myself how he’d demanded. Rory came to the edge of the bed, his cock at my eye level. He’d stripped off the condom as I’d moved. Jesus, he was hung. Thick, gorgeous.

Cooper got onto the bed behind me and I heard him open a condom. I had no idea where it came from, but I didn’t care. The men were prepared and were taking care of me, in more ways than one. Before I could think anything more of it, he gripped my hip, slid a hand soothingly down my spine.

“Ready for both of us, sweets?”

I looked back at Cooper, saw his cock primed and ready for his turn, then looked up at Rory. His hand gripped the base of his cock and he leaned toward me. I licked my lips, then opened wide, ready for both my men.

Some would say it was crazy having a threesome, that there was something wrong with it. But I was raised in Bridgewater, knew where I stood with these two—even if I fought it tooth and nail—and wanted them both. What we did was hot. Steamy. Wild. But it was more. It was… special. They weren’t just fucking me, they were claiming me all over again.

They entered me at the same time. Rory slipped his cock into my open mouth and Cooper worked his cock into my pussy with hard, deliberate strokes.