Having them at the same time is too much and not enough.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” Hunter grunts before he pulls me into a kiss.
I start to squirm, moving my hips to get them to move, and they finally do, thrusting in and out of me while North kisses and nibbles my neck. I’m so full, I can barely take it, but it feels so damn good. All my focus is zeroed in on how they’re thrusting into me, making me shudder and moan.
“You’re doing so good for us,” North praises while his hand slides between Hunter and me, between my legs, starting to rub my clit.
“Please,” I whimper when his thumb circles me with the perfect pace.
Hunter licks from my collarbone to my earlobe, biting down on it and making me gasp. “You take it so well. You’re doing amazing for us, Shortcake.”
I turn to put an arm around North’s neck, too, leaning in to kiss him as they pick up their pace. North’s fingers between my legs don’t stop circling, and his other hand has a tit in a tight grasp, squeezing it. I moan, arching my back.
“So fucking hot,” Nash comments, but I can’t see him or Saylor, so I press my eyes shut again, moving my hips, chasing my orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, come for us, come all over our cocks.” North whispers in my ear and I grip Hunter’s shoulders hard when North pinches my clit and makes me fall over the edge with a loud moan.
“Fuck,” Hunter mutters, pulling me to his hips, spilling deep inside me. North pounds my ass a few more times before he grunts out his release.
Wrapping my arms around Hunter, I hold onto his neck tightly while North pulls out of me, kissing my shoulder and back.
“I love you,” Hunter whispers in my ear when he pulls out next and lets me down onto my feet, but my legs are jelly, and I sway a little.
Nash comes to my rescue, picking me up bridal style. My head falls against his shoulder, and he chuckles softly. “How do you feel, pretty girl?”
“Dirty, but not done,” I tell him with a small smile.
I crave him and Saylor just as much.
“That’s good because we’re not done with you either.” He chuckles, carrying me through the hallway and living room outside to the patio where Saylor is waiting, having heated the hot tub, already sitting inside.
The air is cold, and I shiver slightly.
“Give her to me,” Saylor commands, standing.
Nash kisses my forehead before he places me in Saylor’s arms. Saylor sits back down into the warm water, with me sideways in his lap, stroking my cheek. “How’s our girl?”
I turn to straddle his thighs, my arms coming up around his neck, fingers tangling in his waves. “Never better,” I murmur before leaning in to kiss him. The cold air is a stark contrast to the warm water, and my nipples grow even harder. I press myself against Saylor for warmth, and his grin tells me he’s enjoying the fuck out of having my breasts pressed into his chest.
Nash stands behind Saylor outside the tub and starts to gather my hair in the world’s messiest bun. “Don’t want to get your hair all wet in the cold,” he murmurs.
Saylor’s tongue parts my lips, claiming me hard once more. With a squeeze of my waist, he pulls me tighter, letting me feel his cock underneath me.
“Slo…” he breathes out my name. “Ride me, Boo,” he commands softly against my lips.
I reach down to grab his cock and position myself on top of him, slowly sinking down while keeping eye contact. We gasp when he’s fully inside me, and he takes my lips in another hard kiss while his hands knead my ass.
I start to move up and down, keeping my lips pressed to his, our tongues twisting together. The water swishes, then a hand runs down my back until someone is fingering my ass again. I break the kiss and look over my shoulder to find Nash’s hot gaze on me, but before I can say anything, he leans in to kiss me. He simultaneously slips his tongue between my lips and anotherfinger inside my ass. I moan against his lips, and he swallows the sound.
“I want you so bad,” Nash almost pleads, eyes closed.
“Then take me,” I answer, my tone just as pleading.
“Oh, we’ll take you all right,” Saylor promises while leaning in and sucking on my nipple, prompting me to arch into his face while Nash pulls my ass cheeks apart so he can sink into me too.
My hands find Saylor’s hair and grip the strands hard, pulling it when Nash pushes in to the hilt, making me gasp.
“Fuck,” Saylor curses, squeezing my hips. “I need to move, brother. She’s so damn tight.”
