by Jenika Snow
“Christ, Sparrow, I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside you.” She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face.
“I am so wet right now.” She licked her lips, ones that were red and swollen from his kiss. “I want you inside me, Asher.” And then he was done, just fucking done, because he had to have her right now.
Chapter Thirteen
It was like an animal had been unleashed from Asher after she spoke. He pressed her against the wall at the same time he moved his hand between their bodies and started undoing her pants. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt pretty damn right. The only thing that didn’t feel right was that Mason was upstairs mending. Of course both of them told her they wanted her, for more than just another body on their journey, and that was what Sparrow wanted too.
He kissed her again and again, harder and faster than before, and she knew there was no stopping this. But Sparrow didn’t want to, and knew that if she didn’t have Asher inside her, and Mason when the time was right, this building pressure inside her would be too much for her to contain. Thank God she had cleaned up and shaved. She had even put on a little bit of the perfume she found back at the supermarket, not expecting this situation to happen—especially so soon—but wanting to feel like a woman again.
He groaned against her neck when he got the button undone and her zipper down. He only set her on her feet long enough to push her pants and underwear down and help her get one of her legs out of the constricting denim. He had his hands on her bare ass and his mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her.
Winter was over with, but the chill of spring in the air had the cabin an icy temperature, and goose bumps popped out along her flesh. He had her in his arms only seconds later, and a whoosh of air left her at the feeling of being pressed against him. He shuffled around with her in his arms, and the sound of the contents of his bag tumbling out and onto the floor when he kicked it seemed so unbelievably loud, but that didn’t take away from the heat that surrounded them or the fact that she wasn’t above begging him for what she wanted.
“I want you so fucking badly, Sparrow,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Quit talking. Please.” She emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this, that I’m not rushing you or being too forceful.” He had her back against the wall once again and, despite his previous words, was working his button and zipper down on his jeans. To be honest, Sparrow wouldn’t have minded he be a little more forceful, possibly some hair pulling or spanking. But right now, she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her, and helping her forget about everything else.
Gauging by the feel of the erection he sported, the one that dug into her belly, Asher wasn’t a small man by any means, and that thought had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Sparrow wanted to feel him stretching her inner walls as he pushed that huge dick into her, wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe or wrap her head around it.
“God, Ash, I am so ready for this, for you.” He pulled his cock out, and she breathed out when he pressed it to her cleft.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me. The only thing missing is—”
“Mason.” She finished his sentence, and he looked at her with heated surprise. She felt his dick throb between her legs, felt her slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stare for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together and grabbed at each other. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of the three of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut, straining as three became one.
Was it wrong to want to see Asher and Mason pressed together, sliding into each other like she was sure was about to happen right now? Was it dirty for her to want to be a part of that, touching all of their hardness as their erections moved together, their mouths became one, and their strength poured out of them and surrounded her? Sparrow became wetter by the second as those pictures slammed into her head over and over again and as the scent and feel of Asher filled her body.
Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was him shoved so deep inside her nothing else mattered, Sparrow reached down, grabbed his impressive length, and angled it at the entrance of her pussy. For a moment, time seemed to still. There was no sickness that destroyed the world. There wasn’t insanity, killing, or maiming. Right now, all there was in the universe was her and Asher and this very moment.
He held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sparrow shifted in his arms, causing his dick to slide in another inch. That had Asher snapping his mouth shut and closing his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like her body was on autopilot.
She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Ash, and you’re not even all the way in.”
He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You’re so fucking tight, Sparrow. God, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move, he was buried fully inside her. She slammed her head against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like he was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness of it all, but then it slammed into her as hard as if a sledgehammer was thrown against her skull. Sparrow snapped her eyes open, watched the play of ecstasy cover Asher’s face, and tried not to let the pleasure take her under once more.
“Ash.” He pulled out, and the head of his cock brushed along some hidden sensitivity inside her. An involuntary shiver worked through her. “We have to stop.” She tried to push him away, but whatever he was rubbing up against inside her had a moan leaving her and her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Sparrow, Christ, Sparrow it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her in and out, and she knew she had to stop.
“Wait, we don’t have a condom.” It had taken all her strength to say those words. He stopped immediately, cursed something fierce under his breath, and leaned down to kiss her.
“Sorry, fuck, that was a stupid move.” He kissed her once, twice, and shifted so he could bend down to grab his pants that were around his ankles. He fished out a condom from his pocket, all the while still fully inside her body, and held it up in front of her. “Found a couple boxes a few towns back and a whole lot more at McMillian’s.” The half smile he gave her was sexy and adorable, but right now, she just wanted him to get the damn thing on so they could finish this.
In a move that was surprisingly fast, Asher had her on her feet, the condom on, and her back in his arms with his cock buried deep inside her in a matter of seconds. Another image that came to mind was the fact that Asher and Mason used those condoms... with each other.
“God, Sparrow. I swear you got wetter in just that short amount of time I wasn’t buried balls-deep inside you.”
Right. She wasn’t about to explain why she had gotten wetter, because feeling him so far inside her that there was no part of her body he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words from her. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter. Asher started moving in and out of her, and the sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting.
The root of his erection rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her. Ash might have started off slow in moving inside her, but with each passing second, he was going faster, and harder, and the burn of her back rubbing against the wall blended
with her pleasure.
“I want to see you come, feel you milk my dick until we both go over the edge.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to the hard bundle of nerves that was already swollen and ultrasensitive. He rubbed her clit back and forth, kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him, trying to make him go impossibly deeper into her body.
He pressed his mouth to her ear, had his cock deep in her pussy, and had his thumb on her clit. Sparrow was about to come right then and there and had no intentions of stopping it.
“You know what would make this even better, sweetheart?”
She closed her eyes, shook her head back and forth, and just wanted to get off, knowing what he was about to say before he even said it.
“Everything would be even more exquisite if you were sandwiched between Mason and me, with me in your pussy and Mace’s cock in your ass.” He dragged his tongue along the shell of her ear, and right when she would have come, he lessened the pressure on her clit and slowed his thrusting hips. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper and said, “And when we got you off, had you so exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open, I would make you watch as I slid my cock deep into Mason’s ass and fucked him until we both came.”
He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure until she was about to come once more, but right when she was there, he slowed his motions. Sparrow wanted to scream out in frustration, but before she could do or say anything, he grunted against her neck, clearly barely holding on as well. “And I’d make you watch as I slid out of Mason’s ass, came all over his lower back, and then had him come on your belly.” He slammed into her hard, causing her back to slide painfully up the wall, but shit did it feel good. “And you’d love every fucking minute of it.”
“God, yes, I would.” That was all he needed apparently, because he pressed his thumb on her clit harder and started fucking her like a man possessed.
“Fuck. That’s my girl.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pounded into her like he had no more control, and that was when Sparrow finally let go, when Asher gave her the release she so desperately needed. Her orgasm crashed through her, took her sanity, and refused to let go until she was nothing but a pliant mess pressed against the wall and the hardness of Asher’s body. It was never ending, and then she felt Ash’s cock stiffen even further inside her right before he groaned deeply against her.
His breath was hot against her neck. Sparrow opened her eyes as her pleasure started to lower, and as Asher’s voice grew softer, deeper, and less strained. But what she was looking at wasn’t an empty, dimly lit kitchen, but Mason standing in the entryway, his hand propped up on the frame, his gaze directed right at them. He didn’t look like he was in any pain and in fact had this hooded stare.
Slowly he moved his eyes up and down their bodies, and even though Asher was blocking his view of anything substantial, Sparrow felt like he could see right through her. Asher looked over his shoulder.
“You should be resting.” Her voice was whisper soft, but she knew Mason heard her from across the room, saw the corner of his mouth slowly lift, and she clenched around Asher.
“Fuck, Mason, our little bird likes you watching.” He started kissing her throat, and a sigh escaped her, yet it wasn’t one of relief but of sexual need, because she wasn’t nearly sated. “She’s getting wetter having you watch me fuck her, Mace.” He groaned deeply, and Mace made a low sound in his throat.
“I bet she’s tight, hot, and squeezing your fucking shit like an iron vise.” Mace’s chest rose up and down with the force of his breathing. He pushed away from the wall and took a step toward her. He was still shirtless, and the whiteness of the bandage on his shoulder seemed to glow in the dimness of the kitchen.
The flex of his muscles was evident, and even though she couldn’t quite see the tattoo that lined one entire side of him, she could see it clearly in her mind’s eye. With Ash still buried deep inside her, thickening once more with every passing second, and Mason moving closer, Sparrow couldn’t control her breathing, couldn’t calm her racing heart.
“You should rest, Mason.” She said it again, trying to sound stronger but failing miserably.
“I should, but I heard something downstairs, wanted to make sure you two were all right.” He stopped a few feet from them, inhaled deeply, and let out a low rumble. He sounded like some kind of wild animal. Hell, they both were like feral creatures surrounding her, intent on staking their claim on her. But Sparrow wanted them to mark her, show her that she was theirs and vice versa. Never had she wanted to be possessed so fully. “And you can imagine my surprise to find Ash fucking the very female we both want, and up against the wall no less,” he leaned in and said in a guttural voice, “like damn animals.”
Mason didn’t say it with disgust, but deep, dark, and full of need. Asher started slowly thrusting into her again, shallowly at first, but when she started making little noises, he picked up speed. God, he was taking her right in front of Mason, like it was nothing, but it meant everything. Asher continued to roll her breast in his palm, rubbing it back and forth over her nipple until she thrust her chest out for more.
“You like Mace watching, Sparrow.” It was clear Asher was talking to himself, and by the heavy breathing and the incoherent murmurs he kept making, he liked it as much as she did. Sparrow never considered herself an exhibitionist but knew Mason watched them and was hard—which was evident by the thick rod bulging his pants out—and knew he wanted this as much as she wanted him.
Ash never stopped his onslaught of pushing into her and pulling out, and her second orgasm was violently close to exploding inside her. Mason leaned in another inch until their breaths mingled together, and only the barest of spaces separated their lips.
“You have no idea what watching you with Ash does to me.” He reached out, snagged her wrist in his hand, and pulled it down so he could put her palm right over his erection. His cock jumped beneath her touch, and a gasp left her, but before the sound could fully escape, Mason had his mouth on hers. He fucked her between the lips with his tongue while Asher took her pussy with his cock.
Oh. God. They were ruthless, and this was only the tip of the iceberg. Mason grabbed her jaw, dug his fingers into her flesh until pain spiked at the contact, and he tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss. There was no doubt in their mind that they were staking their claim, making it known that they could do whatever they wanted to her, and there wasn’t a damn thing that could be done. But Sparrow didn’t want to do anything aside from be between them, getting lost in the pleasure, and forgetting about the ugliness of the world that was right outside this cabin. Her second orgasm peaked inside her, and Mason groaned as he swallowed the sound. She tried to turn her head to suck in a lungful of air, but Mason’s hold was unyielding. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Ash pulled out of her overly sensitive pussy, gently set her on the ground, and let Mason take his place. In seconds flat, Mason had worked his pants down, even with his injured shoulder.
She got a quick glimpse of his hardness, and it was like an extra limb, thick and big between his thighs and surrounded by dark hair. Mason buried his face in the center of her chest, licked and sucked at her breasts right through the thin material of her shirt, and slowly moved a hand down her belly and between her legs. She was wet from coming twice, so soaked that her cream slid down her inner thighs, and at the first touch of his finger through her slick folds, she shuddered.
“That’s it, baby. You want me to take you, don’t you?” Mason kissed her left breast and then moved to her right. He did this a few more times while he pressed his hips into her, grinding his erection into her belly. Her shirt was wet from his mouth, and she didn’t need to look down to see that her nipples stabbed through the thin cotton and were clearly visible through her shirt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, make you writhe beneath me and beg me to stop.” He moved his mouth up her throat and took possession of her mouth once more. But b
efore he could once again deepen the kiss, he whispered against her lips, “And after I fuck you until you can’t walk, I’m going to make you watch as I fuck Ash and we both come all over that hot little body of yours.”
Mason gave her one more hard, long kiss before pulling away from her and stepping away, and if she didn’t brace her hands on the wall for support, she would have fallen to the floor. The men stood side-by-side, both hard and watching her like they were seconds away from tackling her to the floor. Despite having her shirt still on and her pants and panties around her ankle, Sparrow felt as though she was completely bared for them and laid out like some kind of offering.
“I think she’d like to see something more, Mace.” Asher’s voice was low, heated. Mason nodded slowly. All Sparrow could do was stare between the two men. They were like fallen angels, dark and light, and both so big, strong, and intimidating that when she was with them all she felt was safety and arousal. Those emotions swirled around each other, mixed as one, and all she wanted was to get lost in the feel of their touches and kisses. The room was deathly silent aside from their breathing.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Mason took hold of his cock and started stroking it from root to tip. In a matter of seconds, Ash removed the condom, cleaned himself up with some bottled water and a clean rag, and stood beside Mason once more. How could she still want them so fiercely when she had gotten off twice? But it was when Ash reached out, moved Mason’s hand out of the way, took hold of Mason’s erection, and started moving his palm up and down his shaft that she really felt everything crumble around her. They smirked at her, identical erotic lifts of their mouths that sent her heart into palpitations. But it was when Ash dropped to his knees in front of Mason, brought the head of his cock to his mouth, and engulfed all of the length that her knees buckled and her head grew dizzy.