So he followed the urge to reach down and take her face between his hands, to run one thumb across her pretty, now slightly swollen lips as they looked into each other’s eyes. He’d wanted to kiss those lips a few minutes ago. But now his desire for them was much more feral.
Even as he cupped her cheeks in his palms, she leaned in and delivered a long, thorough lick from his balls to the tip of his dick. “Shit,” he whispered, the pleasure echoing outward from his groin.
Her eyes told him she liked his reaction—and then she did it again, pressing her tongue flat so that it covered far more of his flesh than if she’d just used the tip. After which her hand curled around his length and pulled it down until she could maneuver her mouth over it and begin giving him the same energetic blow job she’d given Rogan.
“Aw, babe, yeah—suck that dick,” Rogan murmured. When Ethan raised his glance briefly to his friend, he thought Rogan appeared to be enjoying watching almost as much as when he had been the recipient of her ministrations. “You suck it so good.”
Or maybe Rogan had just wanted to remind her he was there—because after he spoke, she reached over to take his cock in her hand, working it even as she worked on Ethan with her mouth.
Damn, the sight increased the animal impulses echoing through him, made his groin tighten all the more, made him pump his erection lightly between her gorgeous lips. “So hot, honey. So hot,” he heard himself breathe unplanned, spurring her on.
After a few more minutes of pleasuring them that way beneath the warm afternoon sun, she lifted her mouth off Ethan and switched again, her knees shifting in the sand to face Rogan once more. And as she lowered her mouth over his hard length, now she wrapped a fist around Ethan’s superstiff shaft.
As it went on, Ethan slowly got more and more caught up in the passion until he stopped pondering any worries or regrets he might be developing and instead focused simply on feeling, and watching. Watching her.
She’d become like … a porn star, something in a dirty fantasy. Relentlessly hungry and taking all she could get. It excited the hell out of him.
And yet, remember, she’s still your Mira. She’s still the girl who helps your nieces and nephews hunt for Easter eggs, still the woman who sets the table for your mother on holidays. She loves books and puts her heart into making the perfect gift basket with every single order she receives. She makes you homemade chicken soup when you’re sick. She watches legal dramas just to try to learn more about what you do and why it means so much to you. She snuggles up to you in bed just to be close to you when you sleep.
And somehow, to his surprise, remembering all that … made it all even hotter. That she could be all those things and also be this aggressively wild, erotic, sex-craving woman before him now. He’d thought he knew her so well, yet suddenly here he was, discovering this beautifully dirty new part of her.
And isn’t that what you really wanted? To come here and discover something new with her? To somehow feel closer to her through having shared this? Yeah, that was exactly what he’d hoped for, envisioned, but right now he was finding it even more profound than he’d imagined. Especially when she shifted her gaze over to him, her mouth still filled with Rogan’s cock, and their eyes met, and he felt them sharing … everything. The rawness of it. The stark honesty. The stark intimacy. His breath grew shallow and for a second he feared he’d come in her hand just from the profound thrill he was taking in watching her.
“Jesus God, baby, I need to lick your sweet little pussy,” he told her suddenly. The powerful desire had come over him without warning—he needed to give to her what she was giving to both of them. And so he dropped to his knees, same as she had a little while ago, at the same time reaching to turn her body toward his.
The move shook Rogan’s dick from her mouth to send it plopping wetly against his belly as she rolled onto her ass in the sand. Ethan wasted no time yanking at the little bows she’d tied at each hip, then tossing the damn scrap of fabric away. Before she could even spread her legs, he did it for her, prying her thighs roughly apart, seeing the shock and delight mingle in her gaze. He wasn’t usually this forceful—but he was doing what he’d told her to do this weekend: He was letting go of every inhibition, letting his lust drive him. And apparently it turned her on, too.
Mira watched as Ethan sank his tongue greedily into the pink flesh between her legs, then let out a yowl as the pleasure shot through her. Oh God, she hadn’t realized how much she needed some attention there, but she could scarcely remember anything ever feeling more welcome than this did now.
She moaned and whimpered her delight as she watched him, looking downright ravenous as he licked and mouthed her. Leaning back on her elbows, she murmured, “So good. So good.” And oh, what a difference a day made. Less than a day, actually. And even in the few hours since both guys had fucked her on the boat, she felt she’d let herself come alive even more, let herself go after what she wanted. It was as if jumping off the sandstone ledge behind her right now had given her some amazing new power. To take what she wanted. To trust her instincts. To be braver than ever before.
Just then, Rogan dropped to his knees beside her, his large hands coming to cover her breasts. He molded and massaged them, adding still more sensation to everything that was happening. But her mouth felt empty. That simple. Before this weekend, she often experienced the urge to give her lover a blow job, but she’d never quite … recognized it, indulged it, welcomed and accepted it in the way she did now. So as Ethan licked between her parted legs, then thrust his fingers into her pussy, making her release another low sound of pleasure, she found herself peering needfully, hungrily up at Rogan, then reaching a hand to curl around his still rock hard erection.
He read her look immediately—she saw the dark delight enter his gaze. “Aw yeah, open up, babe, and I’ll give you a sweet treat,” he told her, rising, leaning, until his thick length hovered just over her mouth.
“Oh God, I want it,” she whispered without forethought. Then grabbed on to the shaft and pulled it between her lips, loving the feeling of her mouth being filled almost as much as she loved having her pussy filled. Like a wanton. Like a sex-crazed slut.
Then she had a revelation. Maybe it’s okay to be those things. Sometimes anyway. Under the right circumstances. With the right people.
“Mmm, suck my cock,” Rogan told her, sliding it a little deeper into the recesses of her mouth. “Suck it good for me.” And as she lay all the way back, resting her head in the sand, he began to move it in and out between her already stretched lips.
She looked up at him the whole time. There was something indescribably personal about meeting a man’s gaze when you were going down on him. More personal than when fucking him. Like on the boat earlier, it struck her how vulnerable she was, under him that way—that she really had no choice in sucking him now, that he held the position of power. And oddly, she liked it. And even more oddly, it actually made her feel … strong. To let herself be so vulnerable, so at his mercy. It somehow only added to the new sense of freedom she was experiencing with Rogan and Ethan today.
Below, she undulated against Ethan’s mouth, and though her position no longer allowed her to see him, she could feel his eyes still on her. Watch me, E. Watch me. That’s suddenly what she wanted, what being with two men gave her. Turned out it was about more than the dense pleasure of having two cocks—it was also, in some ways, about sex becoming a spectator sport. With two guys at once, there were moments where one of them did nothing but observe, and it almost shocked her to discover how much being watched aroused her. Last night she’d felt that part, felt it nudging at her, trying to break down her walls—but now that those walls had collapsed, she experienced the full force of it.
When Rogan leaned his head back, breaking their gaze, she looked skyward. She took in a few wisps of white clouds dotting the blue, then the ledge she’d jumped from came jaggedly into view. The sun on her skin was indeed like one more touch, one more sensation adding to it a
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Meanwhile, Ethan’s ministrations now focused on her clit, which she thought must be swollen to the size of a marble. Although she’d let out a few mewling cries around Rogan’s cock from the pleasure Ethan delivered, now she began to moan around it in earnest. Orgasm was nearing and she knew already that it would come hard.
She pumped at Ethan’s mouth now with abandon, with the unabashed need to reach that hot peak. And she knew both of them noticed the change in her, in her movements and amplified reactions. Rogan’s eyes were on hers again, his sparkling lecherously as he cast a dirty little grin and whispered, “Aw babe, is that naughty little pussy gonna come for us? Is that hot little cunt gonna come in Ethan’s mouth?”
Her answer? Another moan around Rogan’s thick length. And then her hands instinctively went to her breasts. They were sensitive, always, and they wanted stimulation now.
“Mmm, let me help,” Rogan said, pressing his palms over her hands, making her own palms knead and mold them more firmly.
And then she found herself giving a brisk shake of her head, letting him know she wanted his cock out of her mouth, and he got the message, extracting it.
Then, through lips that felt swollen, sore, she whispered, “Fuck them.”
And Rogan didn’t hesitate—he knew exactly what she meant. Lifting one leg across her body to straddle her midsection, he let his wet cock drop between her breasts. He used both hands to press the flesh up around his length, then thrust in short, firm strokes through the soft valley created there.
She could barely understand why it felt so good, that hard column moving between the two mounds, but it made her bite her lip as fresh pleasure washed over and through her. Her moans began to slow yet become more intense. And though she couldn’t see Ethan at all anymore, God knew she could feel him as she fucked his mouth.
Rogan’s dark gaze was on her again, and something about this weekend, the intensity of it all—including this current position beneath him—transformed the present connection between their eyes into something more powerful than it had ever been before. He’d always been a man who liked to lock gazes during certain phases of fucking, and she’d always thought it powerful, lush, intimate. But looking at him through the sex they were indulging in this weekend surpassed that. And when he then began to pinch her nipples, squeezing, pulling—oh Lord, that was it. She toppled over the edge she’d been so precariously balanced on for the last few minutes.
The orgasm blasted through her in dirty, sweet waves of the hottest release she’d ever experienced. She let out high-pitched cries as each of those waves pushed its way outward through her body, over and over, until finally they stilled … and she stilled.
She shut her eyes, her body going limp in the sand—and then she heard herself let out a small, sated laugh.
“Good?” Rogan asked her.
As she came back to herself, she grew aware that he was climbing off her, leaving her torso a bit wet with perspiration from where their bodies had met. “Crazy good,” she replied.
That’s when she felt a small kiss to one inner thigh and managed to lift her head and peer into the handsome face of the man who’d done all the work. “Crazy good, huh?” he asked with a wicked little grin.
“Mmm,” she purred. Then managed to add, “Amazing.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Ethan said with a playful wink. And now it was him her gaze locked on, and his eyes slowly turned less lighthearted as he asked, “How tired is your mouth?”
The truth was, at this point, it was pretty tired. But sometimes sex was about reciprocation, and it wasn’t that tired. “You jealous?” she teased him then. She wasn’t sure why—it had just come out.
Yet it only led a leisurely half smile to unfurl on his face, and he spoke with a slow, sure confidence that turned her on a little even after having just come a few seconds before. “I just want to feel your lips wrapped around my dick.”
She touched her tongue gently to the roof of her mouth, aroused by everything about him right now, everything about this moment. “I want to feel that, too.”
He gave his head a tilt, his grin softening. “That’s my girl.”
He’d risen up on his knees now, though, between her spread legs, and she pointed to his erection, still hard but now also sprinkled with sand. “All I ask is that you wash it off first. Cock, good. Sand, yuck.”
He glanced down, too, and said, “Fair enough, baby.” Then pushed to his feet and walked the few yards to the water’s edge, kneeling down to splash a little of Lake Superior onto it, letting out a shiver along with a laugh. “Damn, I forgot it was gonna be so cold. That’s not gonna be helpful here.”
She just giggled in response, rolling onto her side to watch him and thinking how beautiful he looked. Now that they were all naked, out in the middle of nature, alone, it gave her the wild sensation of being alive in … ancient times or something, of being early humans who just lived by their primal instincts, fucking freely as they wished. And she knew, of course, that they wouldn’t have looked the same—she thought to herself that no cavewoman would have ever been so lucky to have two such hot male companions—but she liked the idea anyway.
Just then, she felt Rogan behind her in the sand, leaning near, almost spooning her. His palm curled over her hip, then drifted down over her ass, to the center of it. One finger drew a tingling line from her pussy upward to slowly cross her anus, making her shiver. And then he was whispering in her ear. “Does he ever fuck you in the ass?”
The question shouldn’t have stunned her, coming from Rogan, but it did. She looked over her shoulder. And she had the strange urge to tell him it was none of his business, but somehow, right now, that would have sounded silly. So she just whispered, “No.”
“Ever want him to?”
“No,” she said again, but the answer was more complicated than that. And Rogan must have known that, because he just let out a light chuckle.
The fact was, back when they’d been a couple, Rogan had wanted to fuck her that way many times, but she’d refused. Truthfully, she’d never even thought about it until he’d brought it up, and it had sounded a little barbarian to her at the time, or at least on the painful, kinky side. And toward the end of their relationship he’d pressed her harder on it—he’d played with that part of her using his finger, sometimes even his mouth—and to her shock she’d discovered such attention did bring her a strange, yearning sort of pleasure she wouldn’t have predicted.
But they’d been growing apart by then, so she’d still said no, partly afraid it would hurt and partly from a sense of self-preservation, maybe wanting to keep some piece of herself from him since she’d begun to suspect they would break up soon anyway.
Since getting together with Ethan, though, that form of sex had never come up. And maybe there had been times when she’d almost wanted it to. Times when she’d felt curious, remembering that Rogan had awakened her interest in it. But she’d just been … too much herself to ever introduce the idea.
Now, as Rogan reminded her of her body’s stirrings in that area, she decided this weekend was no time to explore them. Even as aggressive and carefree as she felt and as Ethan had encouraged her to be, it seemed like it would be … a delicate operation, not something she wanted to rush into. Still, maybe she’d be bolder now with Ethan when they returned home and it was just the two of them again. Maybe now she’d suggest it sometime, ask him if he’d ever thought about trying that.
As Ethan returned from the water, massaging his penis in his hand, he wore a quirky smile. “Trying to warm it back up,” he told her. “Damn—remind me not to get sand on it again.”
And God, she loved this man. She was reminded of it over and over. And moments like this—when he was just honest, open, playful, and still sexy as hell—those were the times when she thought she loved him the most.
So now she bit her lip, cast her best come-hither look as he lowered to his knees before her, and said, “I think I can help you.”
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nbsp; And his expression edged from playful back toward heated. “I like your attitude.”
“Fuck my mouth,” she whispered.
A low groan left him and she could have sworn she saw his erection stiffen further in his grip. And then his demeanor became more like what she’d witnessed from him last night, more commanding. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She didn’t hesitate. She instantly wanted to please him. Within a few seconds, her hands and knees were planted in the sand and she faced him. Now that she’d found this brazen part of herself, she felt eager to continue exploring it—with him. For him.
As he positioned himself, bringing his cock to the right height, she peered up at him and felt … pleasantly subservient. She hadn’t known that concept could please her, but she was learning all sorts of things about her sexual self on this, her thirty-second birthday. And it struck her that it was high time she had.
Taking the shaft back in hand, he brought it to her waiting mouth, then eased the head inside. A hot sigh left him as she closed her lips over it lovingly.
And as he took her face between both palms, sliding his cock deeper, toward her throat, he looked into her eyes and said, “Do you want Rogan to fuck your pussy while I fuck your mouth?”
She could only give a slight nod, but even the mere suggestion set her whole body ablaze. Yes, yes, yes. Two cocks again. Filling her. She could think of nothing she wanted more.
Of course, Rogan didn’t wait for direction—she couldn’t see him any longer, but his hands gripped her hips almost immediately. And there was a tiny part of her that had been almost irritated at him for his question about Ethan and her ass—it had felt almost like he was implying there was something wrong with them for not having done that, even though she’d never done it with him, either—but right now, she was ready to forget about that and focus on pleasure.
And then—oh Lord, the tip of his cock pressed into her moisture. And slid smoothly, deeply into the depths of her cunt.
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