by Sierra Hill
It left my hands free and I dipped them under the water to slide over the bulges that had formed on each boy, hidden below the water’s surface. Sage growled savagely, and Cam sucked in a breath, both responses bringing out of me something that I’ve never felt before.
Possessiveness.
Power.
Female pride.
It amazed me that I could bring these two strong, capable men down to their knees with just a single touch.
“London,” Cam groaned, his eyes shut tight. “If you don’t stop…I’ll…”
He didn’t finish, because my hand burrowed under his swim trunks, latching on to his very erect, very wet and smooth cock. I did the same with Sage. They both felt incredible in my palms, my fingers fisting around them, gathering them in my hold and stroking with a confidence.
I still didn’t know what I was doing when it came to sex, but I figured the boys would direct me if necessary.
It wasn’t hard to distinguish their lust and pleasure from the looks on their faces, but I wanted to ensure it was good for them both.
Wiggling out of Cam’s hold, I dropped to my feet, feeling the cool, sandy bottom of the lake squishing between my toes. Even upright, I remained sandwiched between their solid bodies, reattaching my grips on their hard lengths, each tip pressing into my thigh.
“Show me what to do,” I begged, my palms sliding from base to tip and rolling my thumb over each of the smooth heads. “Give me your hands.”
Sage was quick to comply, firmly joining our hands together to demonstrate the rough tug at his erection. Cam hesitated slightly, but I gave him the impetus to help when I stopped and waited, giving him a sidelong glance.
This garnered a response and he huffed out a laugh. “Such a tease.”
“Such a hold out,” I snipped back.
Cam’s left hand entwined with mine to continue our stroking motion. His other hand snaked up my belly and up the crest of my breast, grabbing the wet material of my bikini and yanking it down to expose my taut nipple.
The moment he took me into his mouth was the same moment Sage slipped his hand down my center, fingertips sliding under my bottoms and into my slick heat.
Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus.
Our curses mingled and mixed as I arched into Cam’s mouth and sought friction from Sage’s fingers. I was on the cusp of something mind-blowing, my body tensing for something just out of its reach.
Sage continued to thrust his finger inside me, adding the pad of his thumb to my pulsing, aching clit which throbbed against his touch.
“I can tell you’re close,” Sage murmured, his lips caressing the sensitive spot under my ear, tongue lapping at the skin there. “You’re so goddamn hot and feel so fucking good.”
The water licked my feverish skin, along with his words, as Cam’s own tongue flicked at my nipple, drawing it in between his teeth and using his whole mouth to feast on me.
It was sensory overload, as Sage reclaimed my mouth, kissing me wildly. I tasted the mint on his breath, felt the pull and sting of Cam’s teeth over my nipple, smelled the masculine scents of each man, and heard the gasps and moans that we all made together.
Heaven.
If it weren’t for each of their hands guiding me and reminding me of their needs, I would have been mindless to my own pleasure. My hands tugged and glided along the length of their hard shafts. I marveled at the similarities and differences between their cocks. Cam much heavier and thicker, and Sage’s long and robust. It was a heady combination and experience.
A few minutes later, as Sage’s thumb circled and teased my sensitive sex, adding another finger to press deep inside me, my legs trembled, a strange and liberating pressure erupting from low in my spine and shooting through my body like euphoric lightning.
I may have whimpered and cried out. Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God
The orgasm washed over me until my knees buckled and I was almost too weak to stand. Lucky for me, I had two strong bodies holding me up and supporting my weight. As I came down from my sensual high, Sage and Cam each reached their own individual pinnacles together.
Sage’s cock pulsed in my hand and I could feel the rush of warmth leave his body, just as Cam shouted out his own release, head tipped back up toward the sky.
It was serene perfection.
Yet it still only offered me a small taste of what I was really looking forward to later.
My birthday present.
Chapter 16
Hours later, we’d long since dried off and replaced our swimwear with our shorts and T-shirts. The boys had a fire going in a fire pit we formed out of stones and rocks, where we roasted hot dogs and took swigs of the Schnapps Cam had pilfered from his parents’ bar.
Cam had taken his first bite of my momma’s homemade pie and nearly died from a food orgasm.
“Holy shit, this is so good.”
Sage and I both eyed each other before erupting in laughter. When Cam loved something, he really loved it. Like when the first Avengers came out, he went to see it in the theater at least six times. He was obsessed with the movie.
I, personally, was more obsessed with reading my favorite Harry Potter books. I loved to read and get lost in the pages of fiction over seeing something on the big screen. Sage wasn’t much of a reader or a movie buff but preferred finding new music and bands for us to listen to.
Sage loved most kinds of music, where Cam was a country music fan and loved Dierks Bentley and Sugarland. I listened mostly to Taylor Swift and pop music much to the boys’ dismay. Between the three of us, we covered the gamut of music preferences.
“Hey London, can I give you your present now?” Sage had asked, stuffing the final remnants of his third hot dog in his mouth.
“I told you boys not to buy me anything.”
I’d meant it, too. I didn’t want anything store bought. What I preferred was something physical from each of them, something we’d discussed only once before but had never spoken about since.
I’d initially suggested wanting to lose my virginity on prom night, but as we got closer to the date, it looked like it wasn’t going to work out because Sage wasn’t interested in going to prom and said he had to work. So, this camping trip was my idea for the perfect setting and alone time with my boys.
And how could they say no to that?
Sage licked his lips with his tongue, flicking away the crumbs from the bun and then bent behind him to pick up his guitar case.
“I didn’t buy you a damn thing, just like you asked.”
Sage tuned up the guitar, his fingers deftly strumming and fingering the strings, the melodic sounds filling the quiet around us. Dusk had just begun to descend, the crescent moon just a sliver up in the graying sky, the twinkling of lights shining down on our little campsite.
It was magnificent and perfect.
Cam returned from the forest where he’d gone to relieve himself and picked up some more wood for the fire. He smiled at me, a heart-stopping grin, full of the secret acknowledgment of his feelings for me. I smiled back, feeling adored and loved.
Sage cleared his throat and then began to hum for a few minutes to the music until he stopped and looked over the campfire at me, his eyes sparkling with affection.
“I wrote you a song for your birthday. Can I play it for you?”
My hand landed on my chest to cover the wildly beating rhythm of my heart and the pang of adoration that settled and spread there.
“Oh, Sage. Yes, please.”
When Sage began to play, the melody enveloped me like an embrace, the beautiful lyrics entwining around my heart like a ribbon.
The day we met,
Was so long ago.
When shadows wrenched,
My heart and soul.
And through the years
You’ve kept me here
You wouldn’t let me go.
Don’t let me go, darlin’
Don’t let me go.
Although our paths are winding roads.
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I will be here, through thick and thin.
You are my world, my love, my kin.
Don’t let me go.
Don’t ever let me go.
Cam sat beside me now, his fingers wrapped in mine, holding me close as we both listened to Sage’s heart being spoken through his song.
When it was over, Sage dropped his head in silence, and I realized I had tears streaming down my face. There had always been a part of Sage that spoke to me. Even without words, I knew when he was happy or sad, conflicted or confused.
But this song, the way he wrote it just for me, broke me in ways I knew could never be repaired.
It was his plea to me. Asking me to always be with him. To never let go of our love and friendship.
Before I knew it, Sage was kneeling in the dirt at my feet, his hands cupping my face as he kissed away the fallen tears. Each one, a reminder of his love and the perfection of the song.
“Happy eighteenth birthday, London. I love you.”
Sage kissed my temple, and then my cheek and finally my lips. I could taste my own tears on his lips, as his tongue swept inside my mouth, claiming me and fanning the fires that burned inside my body.
Cam’s hand trailed down my hair that cascaded down my back, his fingers playing with the locks and inching down ever closer toward my butt. When their hands were on me, there was nothing I could do to ward off the utter excitement and frisson that turned me hotter than an ember in the fire.
Sage pulled back and Cam began suckling at my neck, immediately finding that sensitive spot below my ear sending sparks racing through my blood.
And then Cam’s voice, so deep and rough, turned me into a blazing inferno.
“I want to give you my present now, too, London. But it’s not music or lyrics.” He was so close to my ear, his warm breath singing my skin. “My present requires you to lay down with your legs spread wide.”
My eyes flew open to see Sage in front me, still on his knees wearing a sinful grin. I licked my lips and turned to Cam, saying the only thing I could say.
“It sounds perfect. Exactly what I want.”
Cam helped me to my feet and we entered the tent, Sage holding the flaps open for us as he followed behind, closing it again and zipping it up to shut out the night sky.
It had gotten dark, but we had a small LED lantern in the corner, which cast a soft yellow glow across the shadows of the space. My heart hammered in my chest, not from nerves, but the thrill of what we were about to embark on. Over what we were going to do together.
What I was about to give these boys that they would carry with them always and forever.
Although there’s never been any resentment or jealousy between the three of us, tonight could easily spur those feelings. Because of that, I was ready to offer a solution that would be the fairest and most unbiased approach in this situation. Although I technically wanted both of them to take my virginity, logically, we all knew only one could do it.
Reaching into my pocket, I produced a coin, holding it out in the palm of my hand. They looked at it curiously, their expressions confused.
“I want to sleep with both of you tonight, but I won’t choose between you. The coin will do the choosing.”
With that frank decision made, it was either heads or tails.
Chapter 17
We all stood there, uncertainty swimming through us, unsure of what to do with ourselves until Sage found his voice of authority and took charge.
“Take off your shirts, both of you.”
My tummy fluttered, warmed by the traces of liquor swimming in my blood and the thrilling way Sage became this bold and dominant man in these situations. We were wading into uncharted territories, both exciting and wickedly naughty, and I could barely breathe from the thrill that gripped my throat.
I pulled off my tank and threw it to the ground, my eyes turning up to land on Cam, who did the same. When he caught me staring at his bronzed and bare chest, my lower lip between my teeth, he snickered.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen this before.”
Unbidden, my feet took two steps toward him, ready to reach out for what I wanted, but then I thought better of it, quickly glancing at Sage, looking to gain his approval.
His chin tipped in Cam’s direction, as he removed his T-shirt, as well.
“Go ahead, London. I want to watch you touch him.”
The idea that Sage may want Cam in the same manner I did, fanned the flames that had been flickering and burning low in my belly for months into a full-on blaze. I stood in awe, my fingertips grazed over the vast expanse of Cam’s broad mountainous chest. He was my warrior and a strong competitor with a body made for protecting others.
Close enough now where I could feel his breath on me, I leaned in and placed a kiss on his solid pectoral muscles, being bold and brave to lick the dusty-colored flat disk of his nipple with a stroke of my tongue.
“Fuckkkkkk,” Cam sighed, his body tensing under my touch. “I like that.”
My eyes darted sideways to Sage to gauge his expression. He watched us from a few feet away, his brown orbs darkening with heat and lust. A hungry desperation.
Cam lifted his hands in an attempt to touch me but was stopped by Sage’s sharp command.
“No. Not yet. Let her do what she wants.”
Tilting my head up to meet his eyes again, I smiled, lifting my eyebrows. My question was for Sage, although my attention was all on Cam.
“I can do whatever I want?” It was a tease. A way to be seductive, even though I really didn’t know how.
Sage’s response was just as torturous for him as it was for me and Cam. “Anything.”
Cam groaned as if a bear lived deep inside his chest when my knees met the ground in front of him, my hands gripping his waist.
I only peeked up for a moment to ensure he was okay with what I was about to do. Cam had won the coin toss, which meant he would be the first to have me. To be inside me. To take my innocence that I freely gave and make me a woman.
But Sage called the shots. Guided us on how he wanted this to go and what he wanted us to do. Giving all of us a sense of both pleasure and torment through his directions. It made this experience so much less nerve-wracking and awkward.
My fingers trembled as I worked to unbuckle, unsnap and unzip Cam’s shorts, pulling them down past his knees.
I’d felt him in my hand and watched him pleasure himself before this, but I’d never had him in my mouth. Never used my tongue on him to drive him over the edge. I had the intense need to make him go crazy with lust. To make this a memory that he’d never forget as long as he lived. Something for him to take with him when he left for boot camp.
Cam’s erection jutted between us, standing bold and straight at attention, its mushroom tip shiny and stretched to a purpling color, straining with need.
As if it killed him to leave me on my own device and not be part of the action, Sage piped in again.
“Lick him. Use your tongue on him, starting at the base and up to his head.”
A smirk formed on my face as I muttered, “Yes, sir.”
Using the flat of my tongue, I ran up the length of Cam’s erection along the bulging vein that pulsed under the skin. When I reached the head, I swirled it around the crown, enjoying the texture and salty taste, and the weight of his hands that he laid on top of my head. They shook with need.
I placed one hand on the back of his thighs, the light dusting of hair tickling my fingertips. With my balance secure, I brought his cock to my mouth and opened wide, sucking him in, getting my first taste of him, the wetness of my saliva coating his dick.
I reveled in the masculine essence of his body, my hand running down the length of his powerful thigh.
“That’s it, just like that,” Sage encouraged, remaining in the corner of the tent, observing from afar. It was reminiscent of New Years’ Eve when the reverse was true and Cam stood and watched. It intensified everything.
Swallowing aroun
d the head, I was encouraged to go deeper as his warm hand threaded through my braided hair, silently asking and begging, ‘can you handle more?’
“Mmm.”
The moan rolled off my tongue as red-hot lust surged and tingled between my legs. My body ached with a greedy need to be filled. The way my inner walls clenched from the vacancy, needing what I had in my mouth to be buried deep inside my pussy. And then, as if he was a mind reader, Sage dropped behind me, knees on either side of my folded legs.
His lips settled at my ear and he whispered, “You look so fucking hot. I bet you’re so wet right now as you fuck Cam with your mouth, aren’t you baby? You don’t have to answer that because I’m going to find out.”
My body stiffened as Sage yanked down my shorts and underwear, his hand slipping through the crease of my ass, finding the wet entrance of my body and slipped into my heat.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you London? You’re ours, baby. This is ours.” Sage’s finger thrust through my wet folds, prompting a howl of delight from me, as I moaned around Cam’s cock.
The sudden jolt of motion rocked me forward on my knees and I ended up swallowing Cam to the back of my throat. I gag unexpectedly at the intrusion as Cam growls, his grip tightening on my head.
“Oh, Christ. Just like that.” Cam’s voice is a savage roar, sending ripples of desire zig-zagging through my blood, his words touching every internal cell and space inside me.
I don’t know how much longer the three of us went on like that. It could’ve been minutes or hours. All I know is the way my body responded to Cam and Sage was an all-out out-of-this-world and out-of-body experience.
With every thrust and curl of Sage’s finger, with every word he spoke, with every breathy, raspy moan that came from Cam’s mouth, I climbed higher and higher. And when Sage reached around my front and palmed the fleshy mounds and pinched at my taut nipple, I let go of Cam’s dick, arching my back with a pleasure so strong I felt that I would collapse right then and there. My legs clenched in response and red-hot lust surged through me.