36. Sage
SAGE
Lube is my friend.
My most excellent friend.
As I languidly move up and down on top of the man I am falling for, Daniel moves behind me, spreading my cheeks open.
After taking out the plug, he pushes in a finger.
The pressure is intense, mind-bending as he adds one more.
It feels so fucking good to have his fingers there as I take Cole deep into my pussy.
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” Cole demands, as I savor, just savor, the delicious feel of his length filling me to the hilt.
Another voice cuts in from behind me. British and sexy as sin. “Yes, tell him. Tell him how it feels to have a cock deep inside you and two fingers in your gorgeous fucking ass,” he says roughly as he pushes deeper, crooking them while Cole thrusts his cock up into me.
The answer? I’m shaking. I’m trembling. I’m an earthquake, and I’m breaking with desire. It feels like my body is the center of the world.
It feels, too, like I’m not quite there. Like I need a little more.
I turn my head back, gazing at the Englishman. He’s shirtless, but that’s not enough. “I need your pants off. I want to see that cock of yours again. I want to watch as you sink into me.”
Cole growls.
Grits his teeth.
He’s even more turned on.
He fucks up into me, then cups my cheeks and looks in my eyes. “You’re so fucking filthy, and I love it. I love how you speak your dirty mind.”
I rise up and down on his fantastic shaft.
A fire roars in my veins as Daniel keeps crooking his fingers inside my ass.
The twin sensations ignite me, setting off more flames.
When I think I can barely take it anymore, I turn back, stare at Daniel, and say, “Show me how it feels to have my two Prince Wickeds.”
As I ride my lover, the other man kneels behind me, rolls on a condom, and pushes the head of his cock against my entrance.
I’m ready, so ready. I’ve been ready all day. Still, the pressure even from the slightest push makes me tighten all my muscles.
Cole slides a hand to my face, holding me. “Breathe, Sage. Breathe and relax onto me.”
I draw a deep inhale, feeling it spread through my body as Daniel works the head farther into me. A moan falls from my lips as he pushes, a mix between pleasure and pain.
“There you go, love,” Daniel whispers, praising me as he slides a little deeper. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“She feels incredible, doesn’t she?” Cole says to him, wonder and awe in his tone as the pressure builds.
But even as it does, I begin to relax so I can take Daniel in at the same time.
I relax when they talk about me. When they trade words of praise. When they tell each other how I feel.
“She’s so hot and tight,” Daniel says, his hands gripping my ass, holding fast to my hips.
The pressure in me intensifies. It flies up and down my body. It radiates in waves to the edges of me. It’s everywhere as Daniel sinks all the way in. I feel them both everywhere, still in me, waiting for me.
There’s pain, but pleasure too.
Pain as I adjust.
As the foreign sensation of a thick shaft inside my ass starts to dissipate. Starts to shift from strange to good to out of this world.
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
Cole grips my face, brings my lips to his, and kisses me tenderly, then fiercely. When he breaks it, he instructs his friend, “She loves being filled. Loves to feel a cock all the way in her.”
I gasp, a long, needy sound chased by a delirious moan as Daniel takes Cole’s order to heart. Daniel slides out the slightest bit, and I spiral.
I slip into another world as he pushes back into my ass, as Cole thrusts into me.
One where I’m lost in my men.
Where I’m wedged between my rivals.
Where the man I’m falling for fucks up into me. And the man who won’t let himself fall drives deep.
I groan, wincing from the wildness, from the forbiddenness.
As Cole rocks into me. As Daniel pumps harder.
As I am fucked senseless.
Fucked every way.
Fucked endlessly.
I’m groaning, crying out, rocking into Cole, swaying against Daniel, lost, just lost.
I am drowning in sensations, flooded with endorphins.
Sweat slides down my chest, my hair is a tangle, and my body is theirs. It’s theirs to pleasure. Theirs to worship. Theirs to have.
And that’s what they do to me.
They have me.
They’ve got me.
I give in. I turn myself over to them.
As I drop my face against Cole’s, kissing his cheek, whimpering against his ear, holding on tight, the wicked, wild sensations coil in my belly.
Like a storm raging out of control, pulling everything into its eye.
Every delicious, dirty feeling.
They collide in me, turning me into nothing but a woman seeking release. Chasing the ultimate bliss as my orgasm shatters me.
And I cry out.
Begging and moaning and screaming in exquisite ecstasy, I’m blasted into another world.
And I’m not alone.
They follow me there, Cole grunting as he comes with a feral groan, and Daniel shooting next, slamming into me with his own cries of pleasure.
I collapse onto Cole.
He ropes his arms around me.
Daniel slides his hand down my back, presses a tender kiss to my neck, and eases out, inch by inch.
He pads across the carpet to the bathroom, and then it’s just my guy and me.
I raise my head, looking at the sex-drunk man under me.
Only it’s not just sex I see in his eyes.
It’s so much more.
We just shared the most intimate thing, and the dirtiest too.
And it feels right.
To say this.
To tell him.
I slide off him, but stay in his arms as I whisper, “I’m in love with you.”
He smiles. Just a happy, lovely grin. His hand caresses my hair. “I’m so in love with you.”
And that’s when I know—we both won the bet tonight.
And we won so much more.
We won all this trust, all this love, all these promises.
A few minutes later, Daniel strides out, hunting for his clothes. He pulls them on, then brushes a kiss to my cheek. “Night, love.”
And just like that, like a phantom, he’s gone.