Chapter 8 Bossy And Romantic #2
He was teasing me now on purpose, sensing how empty I felt. With every thrust of my fingers I mimicked the movement with my hips, this-close to humping the bed. Cash reached down to cup my breasts, rubbing my nipples. My vision darkened.
“N…no,” I gasped. “Nothing that feels this good can be wrong.”
“That’s right. Now get on this cock and ride me like you do in our dreams.”
The two of them had me lifted and straddling Cash’s hips before I could blink. Sawyer’s arm banded across my chest as he lowered me down. The tip of Cash’s cock stretched me, opened me, the friction so perfect I started to come instantly with a wail.
I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to. Every clench of my climax sat Cash deeper inside of me and I was rocking, impatient, needing more and more, the sensations endless.
“Jesus, you are so fucking hot,” Sawyer swore at my ear. “Look at her, Cash.”
Cash sat up on his elbows with his teeth bared. “Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.” He reached around to slap my ass. “This pussy is a gift, Darcy. You are a fucking gift.”
“Sawyer,” I sobbed, thrashing against his chest. “Cash…please…”
I was wrung out but desperate to come again. Cash was big but not overly so, the pressure delicious. He was pushing up with his hips, hitting some bundle of nerves that had me moaning again.
Sawyer turned my face toward his, kissing me leisurely, lifting my hips up and down. Helping me take Cash deeper and deeper.
“What is it?” His palm slid down my belly until his index finger nudged at my clit. My vision went dark again. “You gotta tell us what you need and you know we’ll do it.”
“Both. I need you both. Please, I’m losing my mind.” I swallowed hard, feeling Cash pulse inside me. Then I took Sawyer’s hand, showed him exactly where I wanted him. A growl rumbled from the center of Sawyer’s chest.
“You want me to take your ass while you fuck Cash?”
I nodded. Bit my lip. Cash, meanwhile, made a noise that didn’t sound human. But he did start fucking me harder.
“I love it,” I said. “It’s just been awhile so —”
Sawyer gave me a hard kiss. “Oh, I’ll warm you up, darlin’.
Don’t you worry about that.” Then he pushed me forward until my chest was close to Cash’s.
We kissed each other, our movements becoming a slower grind, his hands tangled in my hair.
I gasped out loud when I felt the tip of Sawyer’s tongue rimming my hole, followed by his fingers. Teasing, pushing, getting me ready.
“So good, so good, so good,” I moaned.
Cash kept my face a few inches from his so he could gaze up at me.
“Now you know why we can’t keep our hands off each other.
Even in public spaces, even when it’s a risk, even when we could get in trouble.
” Sawyer’s finger breached the tight muscle, and I shuddered in ecstasy.
“Because he makes me feel this fucking euphoric every time.”
“Cash,” I chanted. “God, it…it feels amazing.”
“And I swear to god we will make you feel euphoric any time you ask.” Another bruising kiss, our moans mingling together. “You’ve already ruined us both, sweetheart, and afterward we’re gonna thank you for the privilege.”
“Are you sure about that?” I asked, a tiny note of doubt in my voice.
“Never been more sure about anything in my life,” he said. “You and Sawyer are it for me.”
We were mid-kiss when I felt the head of Sawyer’s cock, slick with lube, slide between my ass cheeks. He smoothed a calming hand up my spine and gripped the back of my neck. “If anything hurts or doesn’t feel right, we stop. Just say the word, okay?”
I nodded. “I need you, Sawyer. I need you both. Now.”
There was a bright pinch of pain and a burn as Sawyer slowly moved inside of my ass. The pressure built and built but Cash kept grinding into me — his cock deep, the angle hitting my clit just right. Sawyer’s pace slower but steady.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, feeling their rhythms start to sync up. Cash was barely breathing. Sawyer released a ragged groan. “This is how I want it.”
“Darcy, Jesus, you’re gonna kill us both,” Sawyer grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”
They began rocking together, finding the movement that worked best with me trapped between them. I was either in the middle of orgasming, or had never truly stopped, because my body was an endless firework of sensation.
We groaned and panted, our bodies sticky with sweat, hands tangling together.
That firework sensation crystalized into a fine point, sharpening so fast that I came — again — with a wild scream, clenching around both cocks, rubbing and grinding my way past aftershocks that seemed to last forever.
Cash’s climax roared through his giant body and he cried out into my hair.
“Oh fuck, I love this so much,” Sawyer cursed. He sped up his thrusts and orgasmed a second later. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear the grin in his voice. Felt it mirrored on my own face and when I peered up at Cash, he was smiling like he’d just been handed a winning lottery ticket.
Even better, he looked like he’d just gotten called up to the majors. Again.
It took us a few minutes to safely disentangle from each other, but when we did, we collapsed back on the big hotel bed in one giant heap of limbs.
I was in the middle, of course, relaxing in their body heat, with two sets of fingers scratching my scalp and massaging my neck.
Cash and Sawyer brought me all the way back down to earth like that.
Kissing my face, smoothing down my hair, murmuring in my ear.
Everything inside my body eased until I could think rationally again.
But we must have dozed, because one moment my cheek was resting on Sawyer’s chest with Cash curled around my back and the next an amber sunrise was streaking across the bed covers.
I blinked my eyes open. Sawyer was nuzzling the top of my head.
“Cash and I used to watch the sunrise over the fields in Hart’s Island before school.” His voice was raspy with sleep. “That farm used to turn the prettiest colors too. Corals, ruby, this dusty pink.”
“Do you wish you could go back?” I asked, pressing a kiss to his chest.
His fingers traced down my neck. “Sometimes I get so homesick I’d do just about anything to be there again.
But then…I don’t know. What I’m really missing are those early days when me and Cash first met.
Before things got complicated. When it was just us and baseball and realizing we were in love. He’s my home now.”
Then he tipped my face up for a kiss. “You’re my home too, Darcy. You give me that same feeling.”
“Of what?”
Cash stirred behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and resting his hand on mine, where it lay above Sawyer’s heart.
“You feel like hope,” Cash murmured. He kissed my temple. “You feel like poetry.”
Sawyer grinned. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”
I blinked back tears. “I never thought I could be loved like this. Just a few years ago, with my ex…” I shook my head.
I didn’t really want to talk about him ever again but I needed them to understand in this moment.
“There was a time when I believed I was unlovable. Finding my voice as a writer changed that perspective. And meeting the two of you made me realize I never had to feel that way again.”
“Darcy,” Cash whispered, “you’re risking so much to be here with us right now. I don’t want what we have to take away the passion that returned your voice.”
“I’m risking a lot?” I arched an eyebrow. “You’re in the beginning of your rookie year. You quite literally have your entire careers ahead of you.”
Sawyer shifted, sitting up higher on the bed so he could gaze down at us. There was so much affection there that I felt my heart bloom open like a flower.
“For this to work, we need to take the risk together,” he said. “And I have an idea on how to do that.”
“What is it?” I asked.
One side of his mouth quirked up into a smile. “We tell the truth. Just like you’ve been doing all along.”