We go back and forth, Beth calling each switch, until Hugh’s hips are thrusting roughly. Normally…but this isn’t normal. And he’s being a fucking gentleman.
“He needs to come,” I finally tell her as she tries to rub his tip against my mouth. I open my lips, but I don’t let her put him in my mouth again. “Either let him take control or jerk him off.”
“I’m right here,” Hugh mutters, and we all dissolve into reckless, wild laughter.
I clap his denim-covered thigh. “Right. What would you like, boss?”
He touches both of our faces, gazing down at us like a bemused overlord. Pretty accurate, really. His expression tightens into a hard lust I recognize. “I want inside Beth.”
He helps her up first, and I reach for her waistband. “May I?”
She twists around so she’s facing me and nods.
I strip her bare, slowly and carefully, and I kiss each part of her body as I expose it.
“I like watching Lachlan on his knees for you,” Hugh murmurs to Beth.
“I can hear you.”
He chuckles. “Good. Gives you a taste of what I’m thinking comes next.”
I groan and press my face into Beth’s bare thigh. She pats my head. “It’ll be okay,” she says with a giggle.
He’s turning her into a cruel queen.
I love it.
With a shudder, I sit back on my heels. My thighs ache, my cock is dying for relief, but I’m filled with so much intense pleasure, too. “Are you going to make me sit here and watch?”
Hugh steps back and strips out of his own clothes, then tugs Beth towards the bed. They tumble together onto the blanket, and for a second, I die a little inside. My eyelids slam shut—no, you can’t make me watch this—but then they peel themselves open again because fuck it, I want to watch anyway.
And Hugh’s holding his hand out for me. Get over here, you idiot, his face says.
I stumble as I get up. Beth meets me at the edge of the bed and tries to help me with my jeans, but they’re too fucking tight. I gasp out loud when I finally free my cock, but then they’re pulling me onto the bed, Beth on top of me, Hugh beside me, and the agonizing need to come is forgotten as bliss takes over again.
Hugh kisses me first, as Beth nuzzles my neck. Then it’s her mouth I’m tasting, sweet and warm, as Hugh goes hunting for condoms.
“Wrong drawer,” Beth tells him, giggling before burying her face in my chest.
There’s more swearing and laughing and so much touching I want to die from the pleasure of it.
“Ready?” I ask her. I don’t know why we’re whispering now, but it feels right. Like if we’re too loud, we might wake ourselves up.
I stroke her with eager fingers as Hugh sheaths himself. He catches my attention and gestures for me to help her straddle him, her back to him.
“Up you get, beautiful,” I say, and she follows my instructions. I kneel between Hugh’s legs, my own cock throbbing in front of me, and I guide her onto him. I watch, holding my breath, as she finds her balance, her body stretching and arching as she rises into the air. Then she sinks, one slow inch, then another. He’s big and she’s deliciously snug, I know this already for myself. But her gorgeous pussy stretches for him, and as she groans, he pushes up. I know how good that feels, too, thrusting into her wet, tight heat.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Hugh says, his voice straining, his body coiled with tension. “I was a saint to wait this long.” He slaps his hand lightly on her hip. “Ride me.”
She blinks her eyes open and stares at me as she flexes her legs, rising up his cock, then down again. Slowly at first. In control. And then faster, as Hugh spurs her on. Not one to be passive, he’s moving beneath her, and at first she keeps her balance, but as they fuck, she starts to lose her composure inch by sexy inch. Her limbs start to shake. Her skin flushes, then pebbles, her nipples the hardest peaks I’ve ever seen.
I lean in, unable to resist her breasts. They feel swollen and heavy in my hands, lush and perfect, and I groan as I pull first one tip into my mouth, then the other. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, the crown hypersensitive as it brushes against my thigh. I can resist the urge to stroke myself. I’ll wait for whatever comes next.
Her hands land on my shoulders, lightly, then heavier as Hugh begins to pound into her. I suck harder, wanting to get her there before he does, although it’s not a fucking race. We’re doing this together. All three of us.
She’s holding on to me for dear life now, her fingers digging in to my shoulder as Hugh holds her in place and grinds against her, pulling the sexiest moans from her perfect little mouth. “Ah, yes. Ohhh, God. Right there. More. More, more… Yes.”
“Touch yourself. Show Lachlan how to get you off,” Hugh growls. I reach between her legs and find her hand already there, rolling over her clit. I wrap my arms around her instead, holding her as she shudders, as her teeth sink into my shoulder and Hugh shouts that he’s found his own release.
Then he eases her up and off him, and we’re tumbling to the side. I can’t let go of her, but he’s on it. He gets me a condom, taking his dirty time getting it on me, and then he lifts her thigh on top of mine and guides us together.
The fucker found lube, too. He slicks me up, then Beth moans. “What…oh, God.”
“You okay?” I ask her quietly, and she refocuses her gaze on me.
“Oh, yeah.” She gives me a weak grin, the gasps. “Fuck, that’s cold!”
Hugh laughs. “You’re all swollen and Lachlan needs relief.”
“I can wait,” I say, my voice breaking.
“No.” She shakes her head, her breath hot against my lips as she shifts against me, rubbing her wet pussy against my cock. “I want you now.”
Hugh hisses as he slides in behind her. He gives me a devilish smile. “See? She wants you now, Lachlan. Take her.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck… I lock my gaze on Beth and flex my hips, driving into her. She’s tighter than before. Swollen. Fuck. I should give her time to recover.
But she feels so good.
And there’s literally a demon on her shoulder whispering to her that she should clench down on me, milk my come. He’s evil.
He’s beautiful.
I swear under my breath as I find a rocking hip movement Beth likes. Her eyes go dreamy as Hugh reaches around her, clasping his hand on my waist. I let myself imagine him inside her, too, buried in her ass.
How good we could make that for her.
How amazing it would be to feel him inside her, to rub back and forth through her body.
To pour ourselves into her and leave her marked in every possible way.
Mine.
Her lips brush my mouth, her tongue wet and inquisitive as we twist together, tighter, higher. We kiss again, deep and dirty, until we feel like one. And when her orgasm begins to spiral, I feel it inside myself, too. She pulls me with her, calling me to chase her up, up, up…
The release, when it comes, is blinding bliss. Beth trembles in my arms, her sounds sweet and breathless as I pound into her, a ruthless last surge toward climax.
As we tumble again, gravity and reality reclaiming us from that place, Hugh catches us.
Mine.
And this time, I mean them both.
22
Beth
I don’t think I fully fell asleep, but at some point I wake up, so I must have dozed off. I can hear the shower running, and Hugh’s missing from my bed. Lachlan, however, is right behind me, and when I try to roll over to see if he’s still asleep, I nearly push him right off.
“Whoa,” he says sleepily, grabbing my headboard with one hand as the other arm wraps around my waist. “Your bed is too small. Next time we do this at my place.”
My heart leaps. “Next time?”
“Don’t you want to have us together again?” He rubs his nose against my cheek, breathing me in. That’s hot as hell. “There’s so much we still haven’t done.”
That’s even hotter. I
scoot back a bit so I can see him better. At some point we need to have a conversation about all this stuff, without touching and getting distracted by how good it feels when our bodies slide together. “Yeah, I want to. If you want to…?”
He gives me a happy grin and rolls onto his back, his erection bobbing into the air, hard and ready. He wraps his fingers around it and leisurely strokes himself. “I do.”
Hugh walks in, slinging a towel around his narrow, inked waist. He must have caught that last exchange because he gives Lachlan a surprised look. “Look at Mr. Responsibility taking a walk on the wild side.”
Lachlan lets go of his cock long enough to flip Hugh the bird. “Your hedonistic ways are rubbing off on me. Come join us.”
Hugh drops the towel and sits at the foot of the bed. Erect cocks everywhere. I can’t decide where to look next. “You were both asleep when I went to shower.”
I wiggle my fingers at him, inviting him closer. “We’re awake now. Should we make the most of our second winds?”
He rises on his knees, and for the first time I realize something very familiar is on his body. A compass inked below his waistline.
I twist my head around and look at Lachlan’s hip, then back to Hugh. “You have the same tattoo.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you get them at the same time?” I trace Lachlan’s version. Inside the compass are pine trees, tall and spindly.
Lachlan clears his throat. “Yeah.”
“Do they have any special meaning?”
Neither of them answer, so I look back at Hugh.
He glances past me toward Lachlan. “Nah.” He shrugs. “Just something we did.”
I don’t buy it for a second. Their feelings for each other are big. Maybe bigger than either of them realize. But getting matching tattoos? Did the artist not say, hey, this is really sweet, how long have you two been together?
Maybe not in Moose Lake.
I roll onto my right side, so I’m facing Lachlan, and there’s just enough room for Hugh to fit in behind me. I change the subject because I want more sex and feelings are complicated. “Did you hear him say next time we’re doing this at his place?” I ask Hugh, but my gaze stays locked on Lachlan.
If the tattoo question bothered him, he’s not showing it. He’s all loose and happy, a big mountain of muscles perched on the edge of my bed.
Hugh kisses my neck. “That’s an excellent plan. And a very generous invitation. You should thank him with your mouth on his cock.”
Lachlan moans as I twist down his body, my hair dusting the ridges of his abs.
I circle his erection with my fingers and hover above him, licking my lips.
Hugh crowds in behind me, his arms wrapping around my body. He cups my breasts in his hands and tugs on both nipples, sending electric pulses into my core. “You get him off, and I’ll make sure you follow.”
Deal. I lower my mouth, soft and wet, and swallow the thick crown of Lachlan’s cock into my mouth. He’s big enough I have to tell myself to relax as I take him deeper. Big enough to make me panic and make me wet at the same time.
I squirm back, finding Hugh’s erection with my bottom as I find a good bobbing rhythm with my mouth.
“Do you want us both in you, beautiful?” Hugh strokes his fingertips around my nipples before tugging again. “Lachlan in your mouth and me in your pussy?”
“She might be sore,” Lachlan mutters.
I shake my head and mumbled that I’m fine, but it probably sounds like gibberish since I’ve got a mouth full of Lachlan.
Hugh rocks against me. “I can be gentle with our Beth.”
No need. I arch my back, practically begging him to take me, and he doesn’t miss the blatant invitation. He disappears for a second, then returns with the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Yes, thank you, sex gods.
I’m not sure what I did to deserve this, I think as I rise up fully onto all fours. As Lachlan takes over playing with my breasts and Hugh strokes my sex from behind, making sure that I’m ready for him. I’m totally ready.
Sort of ready. Getting fucked while giving a blowjob takes some coordination, it turns out. But after the first two thrusts, I realize Hugh is being gentle for another reason—so we can match speeds. He pushes into me as I swallow Lachlan deep, then pulls back so I can take a breath. In, down, out, back. And the whole time, Lachlan’s got a careful hand on me, making sure I don’t lose my balance. But it’s not mechanical at all. It’s…poetic. Like a strange dance, where they’re both partnering me. Strange, but natural. I don’t need to think about the blow job. It’s just happening. Same with how Hugh is fucking me. There’s too much going on to worry about if I feel good, if I’m moving the right way.
I’m just moving. He’s moving me, Lachlan’s moving me, and we’re all gliding faster and faster, spinning and twirling towards a crescendo that should be dirty and messy and maybe it will be. Maybe. But it’s beautiful, too.
Hugh shifts his legs between mine, pushing my thighs wider, and inside he finds a new spot to rub. A magic spot that dulls my awareness of anything else, that steals my breath and makes me rock back against him, harder, harder harder, because I want more of that spot. More of his cock, right there, rubbing just so.
“More,” I moan, and I realize I’ve slipped off Lachlan’s erection. It’s bobbing in front of me, wet and painfully hard, but he just slides his hand over it as I lick my lips and reach for him.
“It’s okay,” he whispers.
“Noo….” I lunge forward, because it’s not.
Behind me, Hugh fucks me harder. “She wants us both,” he growls. “Take her mouth. She’s close, I can feel her hot little cunt clutching at me.”
Lachlan swears under his breath and scrambles to his knees, getting right in front of me. He rubs his cock against my lower lip and I tip my head up, welcoming him back into my mouth.
Hugh squeezes my hips as he resumes those deep thrusts that caused me to derail. Lachlan follows with a shallower pulse, but I suck him in, wanting everything. I don’t care if I choke or gag, I want every last inch of him.
I want them both deep inside me. At the same time. I want to have them as they’ve had each other, I want to have them together, because there’s something…oh, God, something…
But there’s something else, too. An orgasm gathering steam, building fast and furiously inside me.
And I can’t control it, because I’ve given myself over entirely to them, to be this bridge so we can all have what we want together. The three of us. Three lovers.
I feel taut. Strung out between two men. And now my climax is charging hard, loud and raging, and I’m tighter still. Hugh is filling me to the point of an aching stretch with each heavy rock of his hips. He’s massaging that spot inside, that I’ve decided to call the oh-my-fucking-God spot.
Right there, I think, and he gets the telepathic hint, because he doesn’t miss a beat. And each time he hits it, I swallow Lachlan deeper, until he’s tapping my shoulder in warning.
I don’t need it. I swallow his quick spurts of hot come down my throat, then he eases out and holds me as Hugh pushes me over the edge, make me cry out both of their names. And some swear words, I think.
One thing is sure, though. I’m grinning like an idiot when we collapse in a heap diagonally across my bed.
“The OMFG-Spot,” I say under my breath, giggling softly.
“What’s that?”
“A magical new thing inside me that Hugh discovered. It’s like the G-spot on cocaine. I assume. I’ve never done cocaine.”
“Sounds more like ecstasy than coke,” Hugh mutters from face down in the blanket.
Lachlan laughs and pulls me close. “Ignore the guy that did some time undercover. The OMFG-spot, eh?”
“It’s magical,” I say with a happy smile.
“You’re magical,” he says quietly. “And the weekend has just begun.”
“Should we come up for air at some point?”
He shrugs. “We sh
ould just come.”
“So the non-stop sex isn’t a bad thing?”
They both start laughing at the same time.
“I guess if I ask a silly question…”
Hugh climbs on top of me. “It’s not silly, beautiful. Do you want us to court you? Take you dancing?”
I don’t know how that would even work.
Lachlan nuzzles in behind me. “Let’s worry about that once we’ve exhausted the combined force of three very healthy libidos.”
I nod. That’s an excellent plan. But we will have to worry about it at some point.
23
Hugh
When we finally disentangle our sweaty limbs late on Saturday afternoon, and Beth throws a broad hint that she might go to the gym, Lachlan and I hit the road, but we don’t stay apart for long. Before we leave, he reminds her he wanted to grill her a steak and she agrees to come over to his place for dinner.
The bigger bed was a draw, too.
Four hours later, she shows up. He meets her at the door, then waves her into the kitchen where I’m on salad prep duty.
“Long time no see,” she says as she wiggles in between me and the counter, distracting me from the task of chopping vegetables. I feed her a chunk of red pepper and she makes a delightfully content hum.
I kiss her nose, and Lachlan snorts from across the room where he’s prepping steaks for the grill. “What?”
He waves his tongs at me. “You’re being adorable.”
He looks strangely pleased at this, but that doesn’t stop me from teasing him. “Do you want me to be adorable with you, too?”
All I get is another snort as he pushes his way out the back door to the deck.
“Do you want wine?” I ask Beth as I pick her up and put her on the counter. She spreads her legs and I step right up against her and give her a deeper, hungry, not-at-all-adorable kiss.
She’s breathless when I finally let her answer. “Sure. Red, if he’s got that.”
“We stopped and picked up both.” I pour her a glass, then finish making the Greek salad per Lachlan’s directions. He’s left olives and feta cheese out, too. I point to them. “How do you feel about olives?”
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