“Jackson, I…um, yes. More. I can’t—”
I was close, but not there. I needed something more, but there was too much sensation. His mouth on my neck, his cock nice and deep, the feel of the plug, the press of his body.
Shifting his weight, he reached down and pulled on the plug.
My eyes flared open and I stared up at him. He was grinning, although I could see the tension in his face. His dark eyes were almost black, his face flushed.
“Like that, do you?”
I only nodded my head because there were no words. All my focus was on the plug and he was fucking me with it, working that tight ring of muscle, bringing every single nerve ending there awake.
“When you’re ready, we’ll take you together. It’ll feel like this. Only better,” he vowed.
I felt Dash’s heavy weight angle the bed as he leaned back on an elbow and stroked my hair. “I won’t be here, baby doll, I’ll be behind you, my cock deep inside that ass as Jackson fills that pussy.”
My eyes fell closed because I was almost there. God, it was…oh!
He pulled the plug out all the way and I came, my back curving, my heels digging into Jackson’s butt. He pushed the plug back in.
I screamed.
Jackson stilled. Swelled. Groaned. Came.
It was too much. They were too much. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Dash’s quick praise. “Good girl.”
* * *
I must have dozed off after that last epic orgasm because next thing I knew I was blinking awake in a darkened room. Jackson was on one side of me, Dash on the other.
They weren’t sleeping.
I struggled to sit up. “What time is it?”
I took a deep breath, let it out and looked for a clock. The room was dark, the light from the hallway offering a faint glow.
Dash pulled me back down so I was snuggled once again between them. I didn’t even remember the blankets being pulled up over us. Jackson had given me the orgasm of all orgasms. Had I blacked out on them?
“It’s not that late but we didn’t want to wake you,” he said. “We took you hard.”
I was a little sore, but oddly, it felt good. The achiness deep in my pussy and the slight sting of my bottom was only a reminder of what they’d done to me. What I’d submitted to.
“Isn’t there some cowboy saying, ‘Ridden hard and put away wet?’” I asked.
A hand slid down my thigh and
between my legs.
“We rode you hard—” Jackson murmured, “—and you’re definitely wet.”
The feel of gentle fingers had me arching my back. I had been well fucked and definitely a little sore, but not enough to push his hand away. I melted into the touch, my pussy becoming instantly hot as if recognizing the touch.
My body knew these men, wanted them, despite the fact that my brain was telling me it was time to run away.
Fucking I could do, but cuddling afterwards? Making out? Just reveling in each other’s bodies in that hazy afterglow? That wasn’t really my thing. But much as I told myself that, my body definitely had other ideas and they included two glorious cocks. I parted my legs further.
I was the luckiest woman in the world because I had two men on either side of me. They were gorgeous, smart, nice and knew exactly how to make me come.
It was hard to fight the cozy, warm sensation of having two men pamper and cuddle me. And finger me.