I thought he was talking to me at first, but he wasn’t.

Though he very well could have been, since I’d closed my eyes the second I’d slid my hand between my legs.

I forced my lids open at the exact moment Sage turned his head to follow Cash’s gaze. He gasped and jerked back when he saw me, but didn’t make it far because Cash’s hold was unforgiving. “Look what you do to her,” he practically snarled at Sage, then he kissed him hard. His hand wrapped around Sage’s cock and stroked.

Sage let out a soft cry and then his fingers were digging into Cash’s arm as he began fucking the other man’s hand.

The sight was my undoing and I began rubbing myself through my underwear.

My very damp underwear.

“Whose hand do you think she’s pretending that is?” Cash asked Sage.

The fact that he was talking about me only served to drive me higher and I rubbed myself harder, focusing most of the pressure on that round little nub of flesh that I knew was the key to finding relief.

“Yours, Sir,” Sage said, his voice sounding rusty.

The “Sir” part should have bothered me, but instead, it had me moaning and I quickly pulled my hand up long enough so that I could work it beneath the waistband of my underwear. The sensation of skin on skin had my whole body lighting up with fiery sensation and I couldn’t stop the whimpers that fell from my lips. I tried to keep my attention on the men, but the white-hot pleasure that was starting to consume me made it impossible to keep my eyes open.

But I could hear them.

God, how I could hear them.

“Where’s your hand?” Cash asked Sage.

Sage didn’t answer, but he did groan.

“It’s on that beautiful nipple, isn’t it, baby?”

“Ye… yes,” Sage ground out.

My hand automatically flexed on my breast and I pinched my nipple hard, imagining it was Sage’s fingers.

“And your mouth? Where’s your mouth?”

“Everywhere,” Sage breathed.

“Her lips?”

“Yes.”

“Her tight little nipples.”

“Yes,” Sage practically cried.

“Her warm pussy?”

Sage and I moaned at pretty much the same time. I began stroking my clit harder and harder and my fingers pinched at my nipple. I bucked my hips up to fuck my hand as Cash’s deep, melodic voice continued.

“Where are my fingers, baby?”

When Sage didn’t answer, I opened my eyes and slowed my hand enough so that I could focus. Sage was staring at Cash, his mouth open, his eyes burning with need.

“Where are they?” Cash repeated, his voice hard.

“Inside me,” Sage ground out. “Please, Sir.”

I watched in disbelief as Cash wetted two fingers on his free hand and then moved them to Sage’s ass. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I didn’t need to. Sage cried out a moment later. His fingers dug into the arm Cash had pressed against his chest – the one that was expertly stroking Sage’s dick.

“Is she hot and wet around your fingers, baby?” Cash asked as he worked Sage between both his hands. Sage was completely strung out, his body writhing uncontrollably.

“Yes!” Sage called out.

Sage’s eyes were closed, but Cash’s weren’t.

They were on me.

And I knew what he wanted.

I obeyed.

God help me, I had no choice but to obey.

I wanted nothing more in that moment than to obey.

I maneuvered my hand in my underwear enough so that I could push one of my fingers into my body. I was so wet that it took next to no effort to do it and there wasn’t more than a bit of pressure and a slight burning sensation that disappeared within seconds. The sensation of being filled for the first time was uncomfortable at first, but it didn’t last, not with Sage’s moans driving me on. I began fucking myself with my finger and gasped at the sensation that flooded me. It took little effort to add a second finger and I relished in how full I felt.

“Stroke her clit, baby. She’s close.”

I could practically feel Sage’s blunt fingertip pressing against that mysterious bundle of nerves. I actually had to open my eyes to make sure it wasn’t him because everything felt so very real in that moment. At some point, my body had stopped being mine.

And I loved it.

Because all I had to do was feel.

“Please,” Sage whispered. His glassy eyes were on me as Cash worked his body. I could see Cash’s right arm moving at almost the same pace as his left, which meant he was fucking Sage’s ass with the same rhythm he was fucking Sage’s dick.

I matched my moves to his. The coil inside of me began to grow tighter and tighter as I clung to Sage’s gaze. He was a gorgeous man, but in that moment, I’d never seen him or anyone look as beautiful. His eyes were bright with something I couldn’t name, his trembling body was covered in sweat, his hair was in disarray, and he was completely at Cash’s mercy.

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