Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

My head came up and I arched my back when he filled me. Both holes. Carefully, but insistently. No one had ever done this to me before.

My pussy was so wet, I could hear the sound of it. But Micah’s thumb? Holy hell. I’d never felt so full. A hand gripped my hip and he began to move. My breasts swayed and I pressed back, wanting more.

“Like that, do you? Imagine what it will be like with a cock in your ass instead of my thumb,” Micah said. His voice was a growl and I knew he was struggling to even talk.

“It’s so good. I never knew,” I breathed, my fingers white on the railing. “More.”

This wasn’t sweet or tame. No, it was wild. Uninhibited. So completely, totally unlike me. Or what I thought was me. Until now.

Now, something in me cracked open and I didn’t think I could ever go back.

The slaps of Micah’s hips against my butt came faster. Harder.

Colt knelt, leaned against the railing, reached up and brushed my clit.

“Now, sugar.”

Yeah, that was all it took. Just the slightest brush of his finger.

Perspiration dotted my skin as I clenched and squeezed down on Micah’s cock and thumb. They didn’t stop moving, in and out, as I came.

“Too much. Too good,” Micah growled, then held himself deep. His fingers would leave bruises on my hip, I was sure, but I didn’t care.

They wanted me, so much that they lost their heads. Knowing I did that to them was powerful. Heady.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough,” Micah breathed as he carefully pulled out.

I stood, felt used and sated, relaxed and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face.

“What’s that look for, sugar?” Colt asked.

I glanced up, studied him. From his almost-black gaze to his clenched jaw, broad shoulders and down to the hard cock behind his jeans. “You. It’s all for you.”

I wasn’t done. I was just getting started. These two made me insatiable. If I liked—no, loved—ass play, then there had to be more to discover. And with these two, they made it easy, risk-free to have fun and explore. Discover myself and what this was between us.

“You had your way, cowboy. Now it’s my turn.” I didn’t know where the saucy tone came from, and the grin on Colt’s face said he liked it.

Micah had gone inside, most likely to dispose of the condom, and Colt and I were alone.

“You want to be in charge?” he asked, cock

ing a brow.

“I do.” I pushed on his chest and he stepped back. If he hadn’t wanted to, there was no way I’d be able to move him. He was too big. Too strong.

He settled back into the Adirondack chair with one final push, his hands settling on the wide armrests. I climbed onto his lap, straddled his hips. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I said, “I learned to ride a horse. Think I can ride a cowboy?”

My fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans and quickly discovered that was all he was wearing. His cock all but fell into my hands. Micah came back out. He dropped a condom onto the armrest, then moved to lean against the rail, his long legs stretched out. With his hands on the railing on either side of him, he settled in to watch.

“Put it on,” Colt said, angling his head to the condom.

With an eagerness that surprised me, I worked the condom on his hard cock, then shifted up onto my knees. Colt’s shirt only had a few buttons at the bottom holding it together, but my breasts were still exposed. It was almost like peekaboo and seemed a touch more erotic; wearing the shirt of the guy I was about to fuck was totally hot.

Colt didn’t touch me, just pressed his head back into the chair and watched. His cock was so big, it was easy to have him slide over my pussy, then settle at my entrance. I met his gaze, held it as I lowered myself, began to ride him.

His jaw tightened as I circled my hips, began to move faster. He leaned forward, latched onto a nipple suckled. My inner muscles clenched down as he did so.

This new angle, it took him so deep, offering a slight bite of pain, just shy of uncomfortable.