She braced her hands on either side of Sawyer’s hips, fighting for the strength to hold on.
She sucked and licked. Tightened her mouth around his thick cock. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she felt. Was it even possible?
Rising. Higher and higher until she felt light-headed, and yet she still didn’t hurtle over the edge.
She couldn’t take it. God. It was too much.
Hutch drove deep, angling her hips higher as he rode. His hips ground against her ass. His fingers curled around her hips, holding her as he plunged.
“Reggie. Reggie!”
Sawyer’s urgent voice infiltrated the fog surrounding her.
“Honey, I’m going to come. Let go.”
She ignored him and sucked him deep, holding him there as she worked her mouth around him.
“Oh God, honey—”
His voice broke off in a strangled gasp.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain, the exquisite, unbearable pleasure. Something had to give. She couldn’t go any higher.
Faster, harder, Hutch plunged. Relentless. His hips pounded against her ass, the friction of his thrusts sending fire scorching through her pussy.
She screamed around Sawyer’s cock then broke off when the hot splash of his cum filled her mouth. She took him deeper, determined not to deny him anything.
She swallowed then sucked, running her tongue up the back of his cock.
Hutch thrust again, deeper this time, and she whimpered at the dual sensation of him locked in her pussy and Sawyer in her mouth.
She pulsed around Hutch’s cock, the sensations almost too raw, too pleasurable to bear.
For a long moment, he remained there while she continued to gently tongue Sawyer’s softening erection. And then Hutch eased from her body.
She flinched and moaned as his cock came free.
Finally, she raised her mouth, allowing Sawyer to slip from her lips, and she slumped onto his belly, his cock still pulsing, against the skin of her throat.
Her chest heaved against Sawyer as she tried to catch her breath. Hell, she just wanted to breathe. She was completely and utterly spent.
Sawyer tenderly stroked her hair, smoothing it away from her face.
“Just stay,” she whispered. “I can’t move. Don’t want to move.”
“Then stay with me,” Sawyer murmured. “As long as you want, honey.”
She closed her eyes, content for the moment to remain between Sawyer’s legs, her head pillowed on his belly. She felt a gentle kiss on her shoulder and honestly didn’t know if it was Cam or Hutch, and she was too tired, too utterly content and sated, to open her eyes and look.
Then a blanket drifted over her body. Sawyer reached down, hooked his hands underneath her arms and dragged her up his body until her head was nestled just under his chin. He tucked the blanket around them both and held her tight against him.
“I love you,” she mumbled drowsily.
There was a pause and then right above her ear: “I love you too, honey.”
CHAPTER 26
Sawyer woke with silky curls fluttering across his nose. When he tried to raise his arm to assuage the itch, he brushed across a warm, soft body. Reggie.
