He likes watching me—which is a perfect fit for me, because I love to be watched. I think of all the ways we could play voyeurs with one another. It stokes the inferno rising inside me.
I straddle Beau’s waist, facing the room, in a reverse cowgirl. He adjusts his position. I guess because of his aching back. Either way, I’m grinding hard against his jeans. The fabric scrapes my inner thighs. The ridge of his cock hits my sex with the perfect amount of pressure. I rock back and forth while Beau’s calloused hands explore my curves. First, he cups my ass. Next, warm palms skim the narrow part of my waist and up my ribs. By the time they land on my breasts, Dakota has his cock in hand, stroking it with no urgency.
“Like this?” I ask breathlessly. I shake my hair around my shoulders.
“Love it,” he confirms.
“Not exactly a bad view from my perspective, either,” Beau informs us. I twist around and bite my knuckle. He leans back with a grin of male satisfaction. I raise my hips, inviting him to slip a finger inside my wet sex, which he obliges. I moan.
“Play with your nipples,” Dakota says. It’s half-command, half-request. A day ago, I couldn’t have imagined him ordering me to touch myself. Asking, yes. He has abandoned the deference that I first thought was a natural part of his easygoing nature. Now I see differently.
It speaks to the strength of their friendship that he’s able to share me with Beau tonight. I spend several minutes playing with my boobs, which makes Dakota light up. I’ve never felt closer to another person than I do now, with him. I let my hand drift down and circle my clit while Beau works more fingers inside me. I’m so wet. I’m beyond ready. But I can wait. I love having two men’s attention.
“Take out his dick and fuck him,” Dakota says roughly.
I give him a half-grin. Then I extract my fingers from my pussy and lick my juices. His eyes widen and his head falls back. “Damn, Sadie. You’ll be the death of me.”
“We’re just getting started, Dakota.” I wink at him.
Beau steadies me while I sit back on his stomach far enough to unfasten his pants. I make a nice show of taking out his engorged cock.
“Sit your ass down, girl,” he growls. I comply, though I am still startled to feel his mouth on my pussy. The scrape of his stubble on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs causes me to gasp. My muscles are still faintly sore from riding either the horse or Beau. I collapse over him. My face is an inch from his cock. Oh, a sixty-nine. How excellent.
I catch Dakota’s eye and start licking. Beau parts me and slicks his tongue along my slit. I shudder with pleasure.
For the next several minutes, Beau applies his tongue to every crevice of my pussy, circling, lapping, teasing. I make a big show of sucking his cock, though to be honest, I’m more focused on enjoying the slow and steady application of Beau’s tongue and monitoring Dakota’s reaction. This is all for his benefit. Well, mostly. I’m getting plenty out of the experience myself.
My core tightens. I’m getting close. Beau grasps my hips and darts his tongue into my passage. A strange wail comes out of me. He finds my clit with two fingers and applies a hard circular motion. I see stars. My vision pinpoints to the point of blackout. When I begin to come back to myself, the first thing I see is Dakota, grinning.
“Didn’t know you had it in you, old man.” He laughs. “Flip around, Sadie Banes. It’s my turn.”
I scramble up to obey. Beau lets me go. Dakota kneels between Beau’s feet. I straddle his thighs, and then I sink down over him. He fills the aching emptiness within me. I’m already pushing higher, riding a second wave of the orgasm.
“I’ve never been this turned-on,” I murmur against his shoulder. My lips part to kiss, but my teeth close over his trapezius when he shifts his hips in a half-thrust. The feeling of him inside me is pleasure bordering on pain. Images—sensations, really—flash through my mind from this afternoon. My body has been stretched and pushed to its limit by today’s exertions with these men. It’s not about to stop, either.
I do something I’ve never achieved before in bed. I let go.
Dakota’s arms cage and cradle me. I go limp, relaxing enough to take his cock again and again, only using enough strength to hold myself upright. I cling to him as the storm within me rises, harder and faster with each thrust. He’s my only reality—until Beau’s torso presses against my back. He kisses the nape of my neck. I melt. Dakota puts his arm around my waist and lets me fall back against his friend. Beau toys with my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples to drive me higher. I gasp and mumble incoherently. “Yes. More. Beau. Dakota, oh...”
Nonsense. It means nothing but encouragement. Beau chuckles. I feel the rumble in his chest. I am so far gone, experiencing all this inside my body in a way I never have before. I was always performing on some level. These two men have pushed me to get out of my head and feel, openly, without shame or fear.
I love them.
I must have said it out loud, because Dakota’s gaze locks on mine. I’m bent at an angle leaning back against Beau’s chest with my thighs straddling Dakota’s legs and his cock pumping inside me.
“You’re mine, Sadie Banes,” he declares, low and fierce. “Say it.”
I try, but he thrusts and a wave of pleasure chokes off my words. I’m two, maybe three pumps away from shattering. My mind is a kaleidoscope of emotions that fractures and changes with each movement.
“Say. It. Sadie. The day you got out of that van I
