Chapter 7
Blue
Ishivered at the possessive need in Dane's voice as he ordered us to him. Drake immediately complied, keeping me slung over his shoulder. One hand rested on my ass, rubbing soothing circles as he hauled me across the sand to Dane. Arriving at the picnic rug, he bent, gently putting me down.
I laughed, my hands resting on his shoulders as I shook my head at Drake. "You're terrible."
"And you're adorable," he returned, dropping a kiss to my nose.
"Take off his pants," Dane's rumbled direction sent a hot spear of need shooting straight to my core.
I dropped to my knees, feeling the sand shift under me.
I twisted, ensuring I would give Dane the best view as I reached for Drake's fly.
I felt their eyes on me, watching with heat as I pulled the zip down, revealing the hard outline of Drake's cock pressed against his boxer briefs.
"Oh," I murmured, wanting to tease them both just a little. "What do we have here?"
I slipped my fingers into the band of his briefs, pulling them down along with his jeans.
His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and proud, jutting out at me.
I ignored it and instead reached down to help him remove his shoes, and socks then tossed the clothes aside.
He let me but got impatient, ripping off his own shirt, and throwing it at Dane who caught it one-handed.
"Lick the tip,” Dane ordered, shifting on the blanket to remove his clothes.
I did, just a tiny flick of my tongue against the salty, hot tip of Drake's cock.
"Fuck.” Drake's hips jerked, but he remained in place, letting Dane guide us.
"You want him, baby?" Dane's voice was gruff in the warm night air. "You want to suck him? You want that big cock in your mouth?"
I whimpered a little and nodded, my pussy wet, panties soaked. I wanted this, him, them. I wanted a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy—though I'd have settled for either.
"Take him," Dane demanded. "Take him deep."
I surged forward, my mouth wrapping around Drake's cock, searing him with my heat. He groaned, head thrown back, hands coming up to grip the back of my head as I swallowed him down.
"How's our girl feel?"
"Fucking amazing," Drake ran a hand down to cup my cheek. "Looks gorgeous too."
I found my body shifting in a rhythm as old as time, my hips rocking because I needed something, anything, to relieve the thrum of desire between my legs.
Dane moved, his body pale in the moonlight. "I got you, honey."
His hand came up to my hips, and he helped me adjust, moving me into a doggy position. Drake slipped free, and I was about to protest the loss, but he moved to quickly crouch before me, his hands immediately guiding my mouth back to his cock.
Dane hadn't said I could stop. And I knew we were both eager to please him.
I felt fingers hook into the crotch of my panties, finding the slick wetness of my dripping pussy.
"Oh, baby," Dane whispered. "You want this bad, don't you?"
I nodded around Drake's cock, my hips shifting restlessly.
"Do you need to be filled, baby? Do you need us both?
" I whimpered around the cock in my mouth, my sucking frantic and disjointed.
Drake didn't seem to care based on the look of sheer ecstasy on his face.
Behind me, Dane's finger traced my lips, teasing me with deliberately light touches.
"Beg for it."
My mouth broke free, and I threw myself back against his hand. "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please, I need more."
"What do you need?"
"Your cock in me. Drake's in my mouth. Both of you fucking me."
Dane roughly shoved my underwear to the side, his cock finding my entrance. Drake's hand cupped my jaw, guiding my mouth back to his tip. Together they pushed in, breaching my two holes in one agonisingly slow movement. They both swore, fighting for control, but I wasn't having it.
Not this time.
I rocked on my hands and knees, shoving myself forward and backward, taking both of them deeper with each movement.
"Wait, Blue, hold on."
I ignored the protest, wanting them to lose control. Wanting them to fill me, take me, devour me.
"Fuck, give it to her,” Dane ordered, his voice a harsh bark in the night.
They did, both fucking me with abandon. I felt it build, heard their whispered praise, listened to them describing how I felt between them, their filthy words driving me higher even as they thrust harder, faster, deeper.
I came apart under them, losing myself in the need to suck and fuck and feel… everything. Cum shot down my throat, and I swallowed even as I felt Dane pull out and cum across my back.
I couldn't describe how fucking hot that was to me. I never thought I'd be a girl who enjoyed being covered in cum, but there I was, incredibly turned on by the thought of him, of them, marking me.
We collapsed on the blanket, panting in the aftermath of our tryst.
"Wow," Drake finally croaked. "That was—"
"Yeah," I chuckled, basking in the warm afterglow.
Dane said nothing, just lay between us, his fingers drawing little patterns on both of our skin.
I finally pushed up, looking out at the crashing waves.
"Don't even think about it," Dane said, his eyes closed.
I pushed out my bottom lip. "You don't even know what I was thinking."
"Any other beach, I'd join you. The surf here is too rough. I'm not dragging your ass out of a riptide."
I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous little part of me bubbling to the surface. "But I thought you were big, brave Marines. Surely you can keep me safe if I'm only up to my knees."
Dane opened one eye, sending me a frown. "Not falling for it."
"But I'm all sticky—"
He sighed, sitting up. "Fine, but only to your knees."
"Promise."
Under the light of the half-moon, the stars looking on, we frolicked in the waves, my two men looking after both my body and my heart—determined to keep me safe.
As we returned to the car, a siren flickered on, screaming into the quiet night as lights flashed red and blue.
"Shit!" I squeaked, slapping a hand over my pubic area and an arm over my breasts. "It's the police!"
I dashed to our car, throwing myself into the back and crouching down. Drake and Dane cackled, both politely cupping their junk but following at a more leisurely pace.
The cruiser stopped, and a police officer climbed out of the driver's seat.
"Dane? Drake? That you guys?"
"Howdy, Sheriff.” Dane lifted a hand in greeting. "Nice night for a swim.”
I peeked through the window, watching the new Sheriff, Tristan Rodriguez, run a hand through his hair.
"Thought you guys were some rowdy kids I'd have to write up for underage drinking." He quirked his eyebrow, and even in the dark, I could see the amusement on his face. "Looks like it's just for public nudity."
The men laughed while I slid back down in the seat, my cheeks burning with mortification.
"We're just about to head home," Drake explained, nodding at the car. "Gotta get Blue inside before she catches a cold."
I'd gone to school with Tristan Rodriguez. I'd even had a crush on him once upon a time—before Honey admitted she liked him and way before Drake and Dane came on the scene.
Come to think of it, Honey is still single…
"Alright," the Sheriff laughed. "Consider this a warning. You guys have a good night."
He went back to his cruiser, quickly heading off.
Dane and Drake took their sweet time, drying off, dressing, then slid into the front and passenger seats. They both twisted, looking at me over the console, grinning.
"You can both go fuck yourselves," I told them, pulling on my shirt.
"Only if you watch."
I barked out a laugh, then shot them the bird. "I'm angry at you!"
"Nah." Dane twisted back around, putting the car in gear. "But even if you are, I hear make-up sex is hot as hell."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't ignore the little frisson of pleasure that shot through me at that thought.
Hmm—make-up sex here I come.