Chapter 26 Morning Wood
MORNING WOOD
Trina
My rooster alarm doesn’t wake me up. It won’t go off for another thirty minutes. But two roosters do. Seriously, how do men even sleep with these hard-ons?
There’s a very ambitious one nudging my stomach. And, yup. Another stick poking my back, and that one’s quite unyielding too.
But tongue wins. Nacho’s licking my face, which is code for get me the hell out now or I’ll whizz on the bed.
Quietly, I grab my dog and make like an inchworm down the bed so I don’t wake the two sleeping beasts.
I pad out of the bedroom, tug on a sweatshirt and slides, and leash up my guy.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m back and brushing my teeth.
Well, you never know.
I check the time on my phone, and I don’t have to be at work for two more hours, so I plop Nacho in his brand-new bed, giving him a stuffed monkey to get busy with.
I return to the…sex chamber. I could use a little more cuddling time. And maybe I could use a little chance to share my fresh morning breath with my two favorite men.
But when I walk into Chase’s room, I stop in my tracks. Huh. The bed is empty.
Darn.
I guess I’ll…
Oh…
There’s a hand on my back, gliding up my shirt.
Then, lips come down on the side of my neck, and I feel the brush of a beard.
I shiver.
“Come back to bed,” Ryker says, in a sexy morning rumble that comes with minty breath.
“We want you to think about us all day today at work,” Chase whispers in my other ear.
And hello fresh breath too. Now, I’m doubly turned on.
“If you insist,” I say.
“We really fucking do,” Ryker says.
“Besides,” Chase adds, curving a hand over my butt, “if you want us both at the same time, you need to do four first.”
I shiver but tense at the same time. Four is like the butt stuff starter pack. I want them both fucking me at the same time—that’s lucky number six—but I’ve never so much as taken a finger where the sun doesn’t shine, so I figured we better practice.
Hence, four. Butt play.
And some fingers and toys seem necessary since their roosters are announcing their intentions to break me in half. Both men are crowding me in the doorway, boxers still on but rock-hard erections pressed against me.
Ryker grabs my hair, tugs a handful to the side, and kisses my neck hard, all while rubbing that big cock against my hip.
Chase roams a hand over my breast, the other hand curving over my ass, his dick saying a demanding hello to my hip too.
I’m snug between them. Exactly where I want to be.
I sigh into their twin touches, this new kind of everywhere foreplay I’ve become addicted to in a few short days.
I had no idea I’d like being flooded with pleasure so much.
Crowded this intensely. On each side, they kiss my face, my ears, my jawline.
Then, Chase grabs my chin and yanks me toward him, giving me a view of his attire.
Hello, tie.
How did I miss this? He’s wearing that tie from last night, with only his boxer briefs.
I jerk my gaze to Ryker. He’s dressed the same—boxer briefs and his tie. And I’m ten times more turned on. I tug on his neckwear, then Chase’s. I might even purr.
“How about we do four and five?” Chase says.
I didn’t see that combo coming but I gasp out a very enthusiastic yes. After all, five is all about trust.
* * *
These guys don’t fuck around. Ryker’s mouth is on my pussy in seconds, while Chase just started tying me to the headboard of his bed.
My bearded beast laps me up like I’m his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In no time, I’m writhing against Ryker’s face while Chase tugs on my wrists.
I’m on my elbows and my knees, and my ass is up in the air. Chase is tying my right wrist to one side of the bed, my left to the other, while Ryker’s licking me. I am spread wide. “I don’t know how I can stay like—”
I swallow my words when Ryker sucks on my clit ravenously.
Holy fuck.
Ryker’s voracious in the morning. He spreads my cheeks apart, then buries his face in my pussy, rubbing that dangerously sexy beard against me till I’m moaning indecently loud.
“There. That should hold,” Chase says evenly as he ties the last knot, like I’m not being eaten out like my kitty’s a starving man’s meal.
My thighs are shaking. My knees are buckling. And my arms are stretched wide across the bed.
What even is this position? Upside-down spread eagle?
Ryker’s tongue goes deep in me, and my brain goes offline. “Oh god,” I cry out.
Then, out of nowhere, there’s a buzzing sound.
God, I’m so close already. What are they doing to me? I turn my face on the bed, my cheek smushed into the sheets, but all I can see is Chase moving away from the bed with something in his hand.
Then I don’t really care where he’s gone because Ryker’s groaning and flicking, lapping and devouring, all while his powerful hands are spreading me open till I can’t take the buildup of pleasure inside me.
It’s too much.
Too powerful.
Too good.
I’m sweating and shouting, and then coming so fucking hard I don’t know if these are words I’m making up or if I’m just babbling.
Everything blurs, and the world shatters into bright and beautiful colors. But there’s no let-up.
Because the second Ryker eases away, Chase moves behind me on the bed, kneeling between my spread legs as he slides his fingers through my slickness.
“Are you going to finger—”
“Trust me, baby. Just trust me,” he commands, standing between my spread thighs now.
And I let go as the answer comes. He’s not fingering me. He’s using my orgasm as lube.
For my ass.
He spreads my own arousal right there while Ryker grabs a toy from the nightstand.
How many toys did they get for me? Ah, who cares? When Ryker gets on the bed next to me, he roams a possessive hand down my back. “The way you taste in the morning drives me fucking crazy,” he praises, then turns on a bullet vibrator.
My belly tightens with anticipation.
“Morning sex just hits different, doesn’t it?” Chase asks as he rubs the hot pink vibrator against my ass.
“Are you going to fuck me with that this morning?” I ask, both nervous and aroused.
“Shhh. Sweetness,” Chase says. “You like surprises, don’t you?”
“I do,” I say, but the words are slurry when he pushes it a little deeper, right as Ryker slides a big hand down my stomach, heading straight for my clit.
Holy fuck.
Ryker’s playing my clit with a bullet vibe while Chase’s introducing my ass to sex, and I can’t do a thing but offer my aching center to them.
My wet, aching center and my newly eager ass.
Tied and bound, I raise my hips higher, seeking out the vibrator Chase is slowly, sensually working into me, then rocking down against the one Ryker’s grazing across my overly sensitive clit.
I shiver, and a bead of sweat slides down my chest. This is intense.
“You’re going to do so good when we fuck you together,” Chase praises, then adds a little lube and pushes the vibrator another inch.
I draw a sharp breath.
“You okay, baby?” Ryker asks, meeting my gaze.
“I think so,” I say, on a tight pant.
Everything’s tight. My breath, my ass, my whole body. But everything’s deliciously intense, too, as Chase pushes the toy a little deeper, and I let out a shameless moan, then an obscene one as Ryker turns up the heat on the vibrator.
Soon, I’m moaning, gasping, and rocking my body against two toys. Pleasure jolts my body, sharp and strong, till I’m desperately trying to claw at sheets to hold on because I’m lost.
I’m just lost to the pleasure.
I’m falling to pieces again, crying out from my second orgasm. When they turn off the toys and set them on a hand towel on the bed, I collapse onto the mattress. I’m still moaning and probably will be for days, but I want so much more.
“Chase, I need you to fuck me,” I say, but it’s more like a beg.
He lets out an appreciative groan. “I know you do, sweetness.”
“I’ll get her ready for you,” Ryker says as he moves to the headboard, untying me, kissing my wrists when each one is free. He lifts me up and pushes my messy hair from my face. “Do me a favor?”
“Sure,” I say, breathless.
“Ride him good and hard,” he says, his deep blue eyes flaming with lust.
“Okay,” I say, my voice feathery as I picture fucking Chase. But I have to know why Ryker wants me to fuck his friend like that. “Why?”
He smirks as he cups my cheek possessively. “Because I’m going to play with that perfect fucking ass while you fuck his cock.”
That’s it. I’m cooked. I am officially on fire.
We all move around the bed, getting in new positions, till Chase is on his back, and I straddle him, sinking onto his covered cock.
“Ah yes. Fucking yes,” the man under me growls, grabbing my hips roughly. Thrusting powerfully. This is the first time he’s seemed lost too—a little out of control as he pumps up into me like he’s dying to come.
Well, he deserves to. I set my palms on his broad, sturdy chest while he roams his up my stomach on a path to my bouncing tits.
“Best view ever,” he says, kneading my breasts as Ryker’s hands come down on my ass.
He’s kneeling right behind me, his hands covering my cheeks while I ride his friend.
Then Ryker lets go of one cheek, his hand traveling to my hair, gathering it in a fist and yanking it back, jerking me up.
He covers my mouth with his while he slides his thick shaft against my ass.
And I tremble everywhere.
“Yes, our girl loves that. She fucking loves being surrounded,” Chase encourages his friend as Ryker thrusts his tongue in my mouth while Chase holds tight to my hips, fucking me deeper, filling me.
When Ryker lets go of my lips with a groan, he stares at me like he never wants to let go. “Kiss him now,” he tells me in a feral command.
Oh, god. He hardly ever gives orders like that. It’s so hot, and I have no choice but to obey.
I bend closer to Chase, my tits pressing to his chest, my hands sliding into his thick hair. I kiss my other lover as he pumps deeper, my hips meeting him thrust for thrust.
Then I feel cool liquid on my ass, and that buzzing again.
Before I know it, Ryker’s sliding the toy back into me. Just an inch or so, testing me, stretching me.
“Oh god,” I groan against Chase’s mouth.
I can’t think. I feel everything. Everywhere. And soon, as Ryker fucks my ass slow and steady, I can sense his hand behind me, working his shaft too as I sloppily kiss Chase.
Ryker’s jerking his cock as he fucks my ass with a toy, and I can’t focus anymore on this kiss. I can’t focus on anything. I clutch Chase’s shoulders as he drives deep into my pussy, then I feel a pull in my belly, a coil of pleasure.
In seconds, it bursts like fireworks, and I cry out, coming again as Chase shouts, “Fuck, baby yes, give it to us.”
I do. I give it to them. All of my pleasure. All of my body. Everything, all at once, as Ryker grips my hip roughly, grunting as he spills hot come over my back.
Chase shudders, cursing, coming, and moaning my name. Not sweetness. Not baby.
But Trina this time.
And it feels different.
Because Ryker says it too, like my name is precious to both of them.
Yes, morning sex does just hit differently.