“Is she hot and wet around your fingers, baby?” Cash asked ashe worked Sage between both his hands. Sage was completely strung out, his body writhing uncontrollably.
“Yes!” Sage called out.
Sage’s eyes were closed, but Cash’s weren’t.
They were on me.
And I knew what he wanted.
I obeyed.
God help me, I had no choice but to obey.
I wanted nothing more in that moment than to obey.
I maneuvered my hand in my underwear enough so that I could push one of my fingers into my body. I was so wet that it took next to no effort to do it and there wasn’t more than a bit of pressure and a slight burning sensation that disappeared within seconds. The sensation of being filled for the first time was uncomfortable at first, but it didn’t last, not with Sage’s moans driving me on. I began fucking myself with my finger and gasped at the sensation that flooded me. It took little effort to add a second finger and I relished in how full I felt.
“Stroke her clit, baby. She’s close.”
I could practically feel Sage’s blunt fingertip pressing against that mysterious bundle of nerves. I actually had to open my eyes to make sure it wasn’t him because everything felt so very real in that moment. At some point, my body had stopped being mine.
And I loved it.
Because all I had to do was feel.
“Please,” Sage whispered. His glassy eyes were on me as Cash worked his body. I could see Cash’s right arm moving at almost the same pace as his left, which meant he was fucking Sage’s ass with the same rhythm he was fucking Sage’s dick.
I matched my moves to his. The coil inside of me began to grow tighter and tighter as I clung to Sage’s gaze. He was a gorgeous man, but in that moment, I’d never seen him or anyone look as beautiful. His eyes were bright with something I couldn’t name, his trembling body was covered in sweat, his hair was in disarray, and he was completely at Cash’s mercy.
He had no control whatsoever.
And I’d never seen anyone look so free.
I should have felt like an intruder. I should have felt like they were using me to get off. I should have been horrified by my own behavior.
But I wasn’t.
The only thing I was regretting in that moment was that I wasn’t on my knees in front of Sage. That it wasn’t really his fingers buried deep inside my body as we both knelt in front of Cash.
As we took the pleasure he was giving us permission to feel.
“Just feel, sweetheart,” I heard Cash say softly and I forced my eyes open, not sure when I’d closed them. And it was as I’d suspected.
The words had been for me.
I held his gaze as I began pumping my fingers in and out of myself. I let go of everything else but the two men who were watching me like nothing else existed in their world.
God, how I wanted that.
I cried out as the orgasm unexpectedly slammed into me with all the finesse of a freight train. I couldn’t stop trying to jam my fingers deeper into my body as my inner muscles spasmed around the digits. Fire raced along all my nerve endings and I closed my eyes as the sensation consumed my entire being. I was racked with uncontrollable jolts of pleasure that threatened to send me to my knees.
I was dimly aware of a hoarse shout. I managed to open my eyes in time to see Sage’s face twist into a mask of blissful agony as ropes of semen began shooting from his dick. It hit Cash’s arm, Sage’s chest, and even his chin before it slowed and began seeping from the head and down over Cash’s hand. Sage fell so that he was on all fours as Cash continued to gently pump his dick. His fingers were still buried between the globes of Sage’s ass.
My own climax began to slow enough that rational thought began to return.
And along with it, horror.
Absolute and utter horror.
