Holy Fuck…
I came face to face with a beautiful, oiled ass — round and plump and gloriously naked — swaying slowly back and forth before me. I recognized that ass immediately, just as I recognized the gorgeous, auburn-framed grin of the woman looking over her shoulder.
“About time you got here,” Hayden winked.
She turned and went back to work, and what she was working on was blowing my friend. Sawyer was spread eagle on the bed, his arms folded triumphantly behind his head. His erection jutted straight upwards from his abdomen, covered in saliva. Hayden’s hand still worked it slowly.
“I told her we’d take turns on her pussy all night,” Sawyer sighed, as a cascade of silky brown hair collapsed over his hardness. Her head churned wildly, her mouth making obscene slurping noises. “She made me wait for you, though,” Sawyer hissed in a breathless gasp. “I guess you get to go first.”
With that, Hayden reached back and slid a hand between her own thighs. Three glistening fingers came up, pushing their way through her soft, wet furrow. I watched, transfixed, as the middle one disappeared inside.
“Well… fuck,” was all I could say.
I’d dreamt of this moment, every night since she’d been gone. I wanted her back. I wanted herehere.I had an irrational, indescribable need to keep her safe, but more than that, I needed to be with her again. Physically, for sure. But also in spirit. In emotion. In heart.
Tracking her movements, following her around to make sure she was alright; we split these duties between us, just as we’d split her. I was relieved to find that Carter felt the same way I did. Sawyer, too. We had our own problems, and our own lives, sure. But nothing had bonded us more closely than holding her in our arms, together, while sharing her incredible body in every way possible.
And now here she was, back in our lives, our homes, our beds. Well, Sawyer’s bed, anyway.
And this time, if I had anything to say about it, for good.
I unbuckled and unzipped, stepping out of my jeans as they fell to the floor. A moment later my hands were traveling over her ass, feeling the intense heat of that soft, silky skin. My palms encountered a thick coat of scented oil — massage oil, most likely. Using one hand I transferred it to my own rising erection, slathering it generously, until it glistened and stuck out from my body, pulsing with every beat of my thundering heart.
FUCK YES.
I mounted her, reveling in the snugness and exquisite warmth as I plunged inside. My hands fell into the channel of her shapely hips, as I enjoyed the familiar bump of her soft ass against my taut abdomen. Stroke after stroke I began pumping away, trying to regain control as my senses threatened to mutiny in early orgasm. Hayden responded with soft coos and then louder moans. Her lips smacked as she popped Sawyer from her mouth momentarily, to look over her shoulder and smile at me.
Missed you,she mouthed, her lips plump and wet.
Buried fully inside her, I smiled back.Missed you more.
Hayden gave me an internal squeeze as I went back to fucking her. Our bodies moved as one, sawing back and forth, picking up speed and tempo until the moans grew louder and the candles were flickering. This was perfection, I somehow knew. Something greater than the sum of its parts, and our parts were many. There was an indescribable beauty in the connection we shared with her; Sawyer, Carter and me. An unspoken intimacy that bonded us far beyond the boundaries of a traditional relationship… but also a slow, gathering heat that consumed me in ways I’d never felt before.
Nothing would stop me from loving this woman. Not work, not life, not judgment from those who could never possibly understand. And most definitely, not the desperate whims of some violent, possessive psycho.
Especially one who didn’t understand the depths of my own violence.
~ 45 ~
HAYDEN
It was wholly incredible, being drilled from both ends. An insane combination of feeling reckless and shameless and liberatingly slutty, yet at the same time, being comfortably safe and secure in every magnificent thing these men were doing to my body.
And they were doing many, many things.
Sawyer was about to explode in my hungry throat when I felt him pull frantically away. He traded places with his friend, and seconds later I was gasping as he pushed into me, shoved my head down, and began pile-driving away at me from behind.
Bodie in the meantime, had pulled me between his legs. I opened my mouth and took him deep; or at least as deep as I could, while being so savagely fucked. This went on for a while, sending me straight to the edge. It wasn’t long before I went sailing over that edge, coming and creaming against Sawyer’s thick member.
Fuuuuuuck…
My resulting orgasm was straight up apocalyptic. I thrashed my way through it, feeling my knees buckle and my legs shake and my whole body heave in a series of rapturous spasms that delivered me to the very brink of consciousness. I was pushed over the edge of that too, drifting into a warm, almost liquid limbo of happiness and contentment.
It felt like forever before I had control again, and when I did, the boys had switched back. Bodie, it seemed, was intent on destroying me from behind. All I could do was strap in for the ride, gasping and whimpering as I clawed at Sawyer’s muscular thighs. He fucked me like a viking warrior; all bloodthirsty and untamed. The iron-like grip he had on my hips would leave bruises for sure, but I knew in my heart that I’d treasure every one of them. They’d remind me of this moment, from now until forever. The moment I gave them my body, my heart, maybe even my soul.
The moment I becametheirs.
Again and again they switched off on me, eventually flipping me over so they could pin my legs back and take turns ruining me for all other men. And believe me, I was ruined. Although the last thing I could think about was anyone else, past, present, or future. All I could focus on were the two oiled-smeared, muscle-bound bodies, currently crushing me into the bed. Biceps, triceps, shoulders, chests… their gorgeous, stubbled faces, hovering over mine. They kissed me slowly and soulfully, stealing my breath away, until the same hot mouth breathed it back into my lungs.
