19. Colt
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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Watching Sarah get flustered by my interactions with Sammy made me grin. I liked seeing the rosy red blush creep over her soft cheeks.
My heart thumped louder. I was drunk on nerves and horniness from being in the same room with the two of them. The bi panic had gripped me and refused to let go.
I grabbed our empty plates and piled them in the sink. Sarah reached past me, but I grabbed her wrist before she touched any of the dishes, raising a brow.
“I don’t think so.”
“I’ll wash them,” she protested. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Nope. I don’t want you lifting a finger, sugar.”
She shook her head at me, but caved, her lips slowly pulling into a dry smile. “Fine, I guess. But when you come over to my house, I expect you to not help out.”
I snorted. That wasn’t going to happen. Doing tasks for her, no matter how small, satisfied me deeply. I didn’t want her to do more work when she already did so much, especially on top of being a great mom to her boys.
I released her wrist and slid my fingers into her dark waves, intertwining them with the silky strands at the base of her head. I gave her a gentle tug. God, the way her eyes lit up. She was so damn beautiful. Her lips parted on a gasp as I pulled her close, her warmth melting me.
I could feel the weight of Sammy’s gaze on us from the living room, almost urging me to kiss her. Does he want us to? I want to.
I’d been waiting to kiss her since I was seventeen.
Sarah’s lashes fluttered, gaze lowering to my lips.
“I want to kiss you,” I whispered.
A subtle nod. Without a word, she leaned up on her tiptoes and slid her mouth against mine. It was a gentle, tentative kiss—like being brushed by a butterfly. A soft moan escaped me and I kissed her again, harder this time. Deeper. She curled her fingers in my shirt and pulled me close, folding into me with an ease that felt so damn right after all this time.
Fuck. I was really kissing her.
I could drown myself in her. Her moan caught in my mouth as her arms wound around my neck. I backed her up against the counter, still gripping her hair as I devoured her. Blood rushed in my ears, my pulse skyrocketing as she arched against me. I needed more. Craved more.
Sammy’s presence emerged behind me. I broke our kiss and turned my head. Our gazes locked for a moment and I nodded.
“Yes,” I rasped.
His throat bobbed, his eyes darting to Sarah as I grabbed hold of Sarah’s hips and turned, pulling her between us.
It was natural. It felt right.
Shadows danced over Sammy’s face, his blue eyes bright with desire. “Is this alright?” he asked.
Her breath hitched. “Yes.”
She leaned back against him, lashes fluttering as she tipped her head back, exposing her neck. I dipped down and slowly kissed the base of her throat, breathing in her scent like some wild animal. I couldn’t get enough of her.
Sammy was tall enough to bend down and kiss her from that angle. Knowing it was their first kiss made my cock throb against my zipper. Every touch of his was tender, but I knew beneath it all was a raging current of lust.
“That feels good,” she moaned.
I kissed down her throat and cupped her breast through her shirt. She rolled her hips between us. Sammy reached around and curled his fingers in my hair, pulling me into a deep kiss.
Fuck. I could kiss the two of them for the rest of my life. He nipped the bottom of my lip, the sting going straight to my cock. I groaned as Sarah slid her hand to my belt, and then to my zipper.
She stiffened between us. “You’re both so hard.”
Sammy released me, both of us breathless.
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. I knew what I wanted, but didn’t want to take this too fast. “Do you want to keep going?” I asked her. “Should we slow down?”
“No,” she said immediately. “I want this. I want both of you.”
“If you need us to stop, say red,” he instructed. “Green means yes, yellow means slow down, red means stop. Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed.
He looked at me and I nodded. “Yes.” I was all too familiar with the stop light system and I appreciated him using it here. Sarah hadn’t been with anyone in so long, and neither one of us wanted to do something that might do more harm than good.
I wanted to give her all of the orgasms she’d been deprived of for the past decade.
Sammy clearly wanted the same. Between us, it was clear we’d make a damn good team.
“Come to the bedroom,” I said, slipping my hand into hers.
Sammy took her other hand, the two of them kissing as I led us out of the kitchen, and down the hall to my bedroom. Once again, I was glad I’d invested in one of those massive king-sized beds because we’d have plenty of room. I also mentally patted myself on the back for having a big-ass mirror in the corner of the room. Seeing our reflections turned me on.
I flipped a switch and sconces on the wall splashed golden ambient light over us. I was surprised as Sammy pulled me to the middle—and I found myself kissing Sarah as he kissed my neck with an occasional bite. A shiver of need worked up my spine.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Bite me again.”
He did as I asked, biting my neck harder. Sarah rubbed her palm over my hard on, her eyes widening. “Just how big are you?” She sounded concerned.
“I’ve got all the lube we need to make it work,” I grunted.
Sammy rocked his hips against my ass as he bit hard enough to make me wince, the pain shooting straight to my cock. I needed more.
I’d lost count of how many people I’d been with over the years, but now they all paled in comparison to how it felt to be between Sarah and Sammy.
Sammy reached around and grabbed my belt buckle, undoing it quickly and pulling it off. It dropped to the floor with a thud as Sarah unbuttoned my jeans, her fingers nimble.
“If I knew any better, I’d say you both want me naked,” I huffed.
Sarah gave me a determined smile and shocked the hell out of me as she started to drop to her knees.
Fuck.
“Wait,” I said, cupping her face and stopping her. “Your pleasure comes first. It’s been too damn long since someone else worshiped you. Let us show you how we feel.”
She went still and then nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.
“Why don’t you strip her for us?” Sammy murmured in my ear.
“Yes, sir.”
I grabbed the hem of Sarah’s blouse and pulled it up over her head. Her movements stiffened.
“What is it, angel?” Sammy asked gently, noting her body language too.
“I just… I have stretch marks and scars and…” Her voice hitched and my heart was ripped out of my chest by her words.
I’d hated David Connor for a long fucking time, but this was too much. I fell to my knees in front of her and ran my palms over her stomach. “Sugar, stretch marks are fucking sexy.”
Sammy moved around to her other side and very gently pulled her blouse off entirely. “Look in the mirror,” he murmured. “Watch us show you how much we want you. How much you mean to us.”
I pressed my lips against one of the silvery marks over her stomach, kissing it. “You carried two children,” I whispered. “At one time. I don’t now how you fucking did it. But every one of these is a mark of love and strength. They’re beautiful, Sarah.”
I looked up as I kissed her stomach. How could I show her just how gorgeous she was? How everything in my life had revolved around her for so long, and being in her presence was a blessing?
I unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them over her hips. She started to tense, but Sammy carefully cupped his hand around her throat, murmuring in her ear as I pulled her jeans to the floor. She relaxed, her breath hitching as I dragged my tongue over her skin.
“Fuck,” I breathed. Her panties were shell pink. I wanted to rip them off.
“I didn’t shave or wax, I didn’t?—”
“Sarah, there’s nothing that could make me not want to make you come right now,” I rasped. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
“Spread your legs for him, angel,” Sammy commanded.
She did as he said and I looped my finger through the band and pulled her underwear down. Fuck, I was in heaven. I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Make her come, Colt,” Sammy said.
His soft command sent a wave of pleasure through me. It had been a long time since I’d allowed someone to take control, but I trusted him.
I caressed the back of her thigh and lifted her leg, draping it over my shoulder as I spread her pussy. Sarah gasped as I ran my fingers over her slit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I whispered, in complete awe of her. “Ah, sugar. Fuck. Let me help you out.”
I buried my face against her cunt, circling her clit with my tongue. Her throaty cry rang through the room. Sammy held her in place as I lapped at her like a starved man, needing her. I teased her entrance with a finger and then two, easing them inside of her.
“Fuck,” she rasped. “ Please .”
“Good girl,” Sammy praised. “I sure like hearing you say ‘please’ like that.”
I groaned against her, reveling in the taste of her pussy on my tongue. My cock throbbed against my zipper as I thrust my fingers into her. Her whimpers and mewls echoed through my bedroom, her body tensing as I kept going. I could stay down here for hours eating her out. Hell, I could stay on my knees in front of her forever.
I pulled my fingers out and looked up at Sammy, holding his gaze as I sucked our girl off my fingertips.
“Good boy,” he whispered.
Fuck me. I made a sound somewhere between a growl and moan. I pressed my tongue against her clit again, circling her. She gasped and grabbed my head, completely giving in to the pleasure. I loved the possessiveness, the way her grip on me tightened. She wanted to come, and I wanted to make her come more than anything else.
Fuck, baby. Keep riding my face. She held me in place as she rocked against me, moving until another cry shot from her lips.
Making her come was enough to send me over the edge. Fuck, fuck, fuck —I gasped as I came in my jeans, hot pleasure shooting through me as I tasted her orgasm.
Sarah melted against Sammy, her chest rising and falling with heavy pants. I sat back on my haunches and licked my lips, looking down at myself. A wet spot spread over the denim.
No one had ever made me come like that before.
“That was a first,” I said.
All Sarah could do was nod. She collapsed against Sammy as he reached around to tweak her nipples. Her eyes flew open, but he was fast. I grinned as he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed.
“Oh my god,” she hissed. “You just—you just lifted me like nothing?—”
Sammy deposited her in the middle of the blankets and planted a kiss on her.
I licked my lips, still tasting her. My gaze pulled from them back down to my jeans. Damn. I’d really come in my pants for her.
And I’d do it again.
I got to my feet and unbuttoned my jeans, shucking them and my boxer briefs into a pile. My cock glistened with my cum.
“I’ll clean you up,” Sammy said. “If you want.”
“We both can,” Sarah offered.
“Then I’ll have my turn at making Sarah come.”
Well. How was I supposed to say no to that?
“We have the whole night,” she said, bending her finger to beckon me to the bed.
“Okay, okay,” I said.
Sarah moved over and I reluctantly crawled to the middle of the bed. Even though I’d just come, seeing the two of them sent a rush of new lust through me. Fucking hell. My heart spiked, my body craving their touch.
“Hey. Lose your clothes,” I said to Sammy.
He sighed dramatically and rolled out of bed, stripping quickly. We watched with interest and fuck , he was big.
And he was fucking pierced.
“When the fuck did you do that?” I stammered.
A cocky grin appeared. “Couple years ago.”
“Is that going to hurt?” Sarah asked, her eyes glued to the Prince Albert ring through the head of his cock.
“No,” he said. “It should feel good. If it doesn’t, please tell me.”
“Okay,” she said. “Fuck, Sammy. What the hell?”
I felt the same way. Mr. Mysterious was a dirty-talking Dom with a pierced cock. I studied the dark hair that covered his chest, his lanky muscles, his sharp jaw, and broody gaze. All the years I’d secretly lusted after him still hadn’t prepared me for how fucking hot Sammy Harlow was. “What am I supposed to do with the fucking god of sexy poets, huh?” I asked.
“Fuck me? ”
I laughed and patted the bed next to me.
“Y’all are going to destroy me,” Sarah squeaked.
Sammy snorted. “We might, but I promise we’ll take it slow.” His gaze shifted down to my growing cock and he hummed. “Better get you cleaned up before you come from watching me fuck our girl.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. “You sure have a way with words.”
He joined us in bed. I softly cursed as Sarah traced her fingertips over my stomach and down to my cock. She slowly wrapped her hand around my shaft, her eyes widening.
“You’re hard again.”
“Yeah,” I grunted, my eyes fluttering as Sammy kissed down my side. “Being in bed with two sexy people does that to a man.”
Fuck. This was a dream come true. My body was on fire, desperate to be drowned in their touch. Sarah inched her body closer to my cock and Sammy joined her.
I watched in pleasure and agony as the two of them kissed, their tongues intertwining. I thrust my cock into her palm, horny and losing my mind.
Both of them started to work on my cock. I propped myself up on my elbows and gasped the moment Sammy touched me with his tongue. He started at the base and licked up the underside to the tip, his tongue meeting Sarah’s as she gave me a tentative lick.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned. “This feels too good.”
My eyes closed as Sarah’s hot mouth closed over my cock and she started to suck. I groaned, gripping the blankets as I fought for control. Sammy took one of my balls into his mouth and I nearly lost it.
She took me deeper before drawing back, licking her lips. “I think I got it all.”
The deviousness in her voice made me narrow my gaze. “I think you missed a spot, sugar.”
“Oh yeah?”
I thrust my hips up and she giggled as Sammy drew back. His calluses from playing guitar were rough against my cock as he gripped me, and they felt damn good when they touched me.
“I’ll get it,” he said.
I watched as he slowly took the head of my cock between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue. He grunted as he took me deeper, his head bobbing up and down as he found a rhythm that drove me wild.
“Come here,” I said to Sarah. “Straddle me.”
I twisted and pulled her over me, her soft thighs straddling my waist. Her hands planted on my chest, pushing her breasts together. I stared for a moment, tracing every curve, freckle, and mark on her body and committing them to memory.
“She’s stunning,” I whispered.
Sammy moaned in agreement around my cock. I leaned up, taking one of her nipples. Her expression morphed with pleasure, a whimper escaping as Sammy kept sucking me.
I was already on the edge again. Between the two of them, I didn’t know how much longer I’d last.
“I don’t want to come again yet,” I groaned.
I felt Sammy’s chuckle as he pulled off. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I thought you wanted me to watch the two of you.”
“That is true. I do want that.” Sammy rose behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He cupped one of her breasts, teasing her nipple as I flicked my tongue over the other.
“Who do you want to fuck you first?” Sammy asked.
“Either, both,” she moaned, rocking her wet cunt against me. “I’m not on birth control, though. ”
“There are condoms and lube in the nightstand,” I said, gesturing to the left side of the bed.
Sammy leaned over and pulled open the drawer, plucking out a bottle of lube and two condoms.
At some point we needed to talk about sexual health and testing, but right now, I needed to fuck or watch them fuck. I made a mental note to circle back around to that before all thoughts went up in smoke.
He tore open one of the wrappers and pulled the condom over his hard cock, rolling it all the way down. He opened the second one and worked it over my cock next, stroking me.
“Fuck, Sammy,” I grunted.
“Sit back on his cock,” Sammy said, holding my cock in place as she adjusted her body. “Slow, angel. You’re in control.”
Her gaze locked with mine as she slowly sat back. I reached up and cupped her cheek, stroking her gently as he guided my cock to her entrance.
“You’re in control,” I reminded her.
She nodded. We gasped together as she slowly sank down, taking the first couple of inches.
“Oh god,” she whimpered. “Fuck. It’s been so long and you feel so good, Colt.”
That stroked my ego.
“Good girl,” Sammy praised. He let out a low hiss. “Watching his cock spread you like this is so fucking hot. Goddamn, angel, you’re taking him so well.”
I grunted and ran my hands up her thighs, holding her hips as she took more of me. Her lips parted, her face twisting with pleasure as she stopped for a moment, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
“Colt,” she moaned.
“Yeah, sugar?” I whispered.
“I’ve never felt this good before. ”
Blood roared in my ears, my pulse racing. “We’re going to make you feel even better,” I huffed.
I lifted her hips, pulling out of her nearly all the way before bringing her back down. She yelped, taking me deeper.
“Too much?” Sammy asked.
“No,” she rasped.
Her nails raked down my chest as her head tipped back. Auburn waves tumbled down her back, her skin dewy beneath the golden light.
“I want both of you inside me,” she said. “Is that possible?”
“We can certainly try,” I said. “If Sammy wants to.”
“Yes,” he said. “We can try.”