Chapter 8 Bossy And Romantic
BOSSY AND ROMANTIC
Cash lifted me easily, setting me down on the dresser so my legs dangled. He snapped his fingers and Sawyer dropped to his knees in front of me, pressing his face to my pussy and inhaling like a starving man.
I gasped, arching toward his mouth, but Cash grabbed him by the hair.
“Wait,” he said.
Sawyer sucked air through his teeth, shooting me a grin. “He’s not just protective. He’s bossy too, ace.”
“Not the sweet one after all then,” I teased.
Cash stood directly behind where Sawyer knelt. Leaning forward, he planted his hands on either side of my hips and kissed the side of my neck.
“Sometimes I’m sweet,” he whispered. Then kissed the other side. “Sometimes I’m bossy.” He pulled back and gifted me with that shy smile. “Depends on how bratty Sawyer’s being. Depends on how bratty you’re being.”
“I’d never do that.” Then I tried to bite the tip of his thumb. Laughing, he cupped my cheeks and kissed me. Long and lingering, taking his time to learn what I liked. Diving his fingers into my hair and holding me still.
Between my legs, Sawyer’s breath was hot on my clit, too light to be anything but frustrating.
By the time Cash released me, there were literal stars in my eyes. Without breaking our gaze, he reached down and grabbed Sawyer by the hair.
“Now make her come while I watch.” He studied my face as he said it, watching my reaction. Sawyer growled into my skin and took a long, indulgent lick.
“Oh my god,” I gasped.
Sawyer hoisted my legs over his shoulders, burying his face between my thighs and inhaling again. When he spoke, his voice was muffled.
“Cash, sweetheart, you won’t believe what she’s like.” More licks, a fluttering. “Darcy, goddammit, I’d live here if you asked me to.”
I whimpered and Cash caught the sound with a kiss, deepening it as Sawyer lapped circles at my clit. It was as if their tongues knew how to move together, how to stroke and glide.
Cash roamed down my throat until he reached my breasts.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth and stared at me with that intensity I’d seen on the field every night.
I cried out and both men groaned. Sawyer dragged his tongue down and plunged it inside of me, grabbing my ass as he did so with a possessive grunt.
“We’re gonna be fighting over this pussy, you know that right?
” Cash said, ghosting his lips up my neck.
Twisting my hair between his fingers. I could see the three of us in the mirror across the room — my legs splayed across Sawyer’s powerful shoulders, his ass flexing.
Cash’s back muscles rippling as he licked below my ear.
“Every single night, we’ll be dying to get on our knees for you. ”
My head tipped back as I moaned. Sawyer was tonguing my g-spot, thumbing my clit.
“Two elite competitive athletes, eagerly at your service?” Cash laughed darkly and pinched my chin. “Oh Darcy, you are in for it.”
I was panting too hard to smile. But I managed to say, “You’re in for it too.”
“You’re goddamn right we are,” Cash growled, still holding me in place. “The first night we saw you, I woke up to Sawyer coming in his dreams. A dream about you.”
Sawyer’s finger slipped between my ass cheeks to rub at my hole.
“God, yes, I fucking love that,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He rubbed and circled as he licked my clit, pausing only to say, “It’s true. I had a dream I saw you riding Cash in the back of our truck and came in my shorts like a damn teenager.”
Cash hovered his mouth at my ear. “He sucked my cock later, and I fantasized about the same thing.” He cupped my breasts again.
“These gorgeous tits bouncing as you took my cock. Your curls everywhere. You’d scream and scream so everyone knew it was me.
” Cash gave me a bruising kiss just as I was about to come.
“Then I’d flip you over. Eat your ass from behind and have you tellin’ everyone in that news room that I’m the sweet one. ”
I did scream, just as he’d predicted. My orgasm almost split me in two, and it was only because Cash clapped a palm over my mouth that it was even slightly muffled.
I couldn’t stop grinding into Sawyer’s face, which had him looking vaguely feral between my legs. And then, with both of his hands still squeezing my ass, Sawyer came again, hands-free.
“Holy shit,” I panted.
He sank his cheek to my thigh with a bashful smile. “I told you.” His chest was still heaving. “I’d fucking live here.”
Cash hooked a finger under Sawyer’s chin and raised him to his feet. “Good boy,” he said with a kiss.
I felt out of body somehow, floating above this scene like it was someone else’s life. But it was mine, these two were mine, and my heart was filled to bursting.
“Was I good too?” I asked.
Cash arched an eyebrow. “Remains to be seen. Now get on that fucking bed.”
Sawyer scooped me up, and I laughed, hooking my legs around his waist. We fell back onto the bed, kissing wildly, my hands tracing ridged muscle, tiny scars.
I felt the bed dip and Cash stretch out next to us. At the same time, Sawyer and I both noticed Cash’s erection, the almost lazy way he was stroking himself while watching us.
“Aren’t you two a pretty sight. I could watch you together all night long.”
Sawyer clicked his tongue. “I know we’re pretty. The question is, what are you going to do about it?”
Cash released his cock and crooked a finger at me. “Just about anything I goddamn want.”
My belly clenched at the arrogance in his tone. I was eager to obey, untangling myself from Sawyer’s long limbs and crawling toward Cash’s naked body.
I bowed my head, lips inches from his dick, when he took a fistful of my hair and stopped me.
“Cash, please,” I begged.
“I know, beautiful.” The tenderness in his gaze stunned me.
He brushed the curls from my eyes then sent a silent directive to Sawyer.
He gathered my abundant hair into one hand, back from my face, as Cash tugged on my bottom lip.
“But I’ve been dreaming of this moment for weeks. I don’t wanna rush through it.”
I whined and blushed at the same time. He laughed under his breath.
“Bossy and a romantic,” Sawyer said. “I’m telling you, darlin’. The man’s a handful.”
Then his fingers tightened and twisted in my hair.
I hissed, arched my back. “Now you’ve got me. We can handle him together.”
Cash’s smile widened, a challenge in his eyes. “Is that so?”
I darted my tongue out and managed to lick the slit at the top of his cock. Cash shuddered, and I loved it. He was so big and controlled, so icy on that pitcher’s mound, deliberate about his every movement. What if I could make him lose all sense of control?
“I’m gonna wreck you, Cash Barlow,” I taunted. “Who says you get to be in charge all the time?”
I took his cock deep in my mouth, stretching around him. I moaned at his taste, shivered at the way he growled my name in response. Instead of stopping me, he palmed the back of my head with a raspy groan.
“So fucking good.” I opened my throat and took him an inch deeper. “So fucking good, Darcy. You’ve already wrecked us, you know that, right? There’s nothing we want more in this life than you.”
I paused to send my gaze to meet his steely one. Held him in my mouth and watched garbled curses spill from his lips.
“He’s gorgeous like this, isn’t he?” Sawyer whispered. “The things you and I are gonna do to him…”
A haughty arrogance flared across Cash’s face, though his eyes stayed playful. He pulled my head up, then he snapped his fingers. “Sawyer. Stop talking and show her what I like.”
“Yes, sir.” Sawyer pushed up onto his knees, settling himself between Cash’s muscular thighs. They were dusted with fine golden hair and so round I wanted to take a bite.
Sawyer squeezed lube onto his two middle fingers then dipped them to slide into Cash’s ass. Cash swore through gritted teeth and his cock jerked, pre-cum beading at the top. Then he let out a long, appreciative groan.
I was so turned on by the sight in front of me I had literally frozen in place, mouth agape.
“God, I love your fingers,” Cash said. Sawyer cracked a knowing smile and did something with those same fingers that had Cash arching up. “You think we read each other’s minds out on that field? You should see the way Sawyer reads my body in bed.”
Sawyer flicked his eyes my way. “Like a fucking book, ace. I read him like a fucking book.”
Cash’s nostrils flared. “Now show her how I like it.”
Trance-like, I watched Sawyer take my hand and lube up two of my fingers, our skin growing slippery together. Then he showed me how to wiggle and work my way into the tight ring of muscle. At the feel of Cash clenching around me, I whispered, “Oh my god,” in a state of absolute awe.
“Just like that,” Sawyer praised. “Feel how nicely he takes it?”
Cash’s head tipped back. His throat bobbed. He grabbed my hair and grunted while I thrust my slick fingers in and out. I ached to be filled like that. I was wet and hot between my thighs, my nipples tight.
“Give me that smart fucking mouth, Sawyer,” Cash bit out. “I want Darcy to watch you. And don’t you dare stop fingering me.”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. With agonizing slowness, Sawyer lowered his head and swallowed Cash’s cock. All three of us moaned together.
“That’s so good, sweetheart,” Cash said. He thrust into Sawyer’s mouth. I worked my fingers. “Tell me you thought about this, Darcy.”
Sawyer ran his tongue up Cash’s rigid length. The same tongue that had been inside me, not an hour earlier.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” I said, mesmerized. “But when I did, it felt…wrong. Like I wasn’t allowed.”
“Was it wrong…” he hissed in a breath, “…wrong for us to fuck each other every night while thinking about you? Because we’ve had you in every way possible in our fantasies. Sweet and filthy and everything in between.”