“Yep,” Ryker continued, “right next to you.”
Willow pulled away, wondering what he was trying to do. Suddenly, she was shoved onto her back. Ezra slammed back into her, making her yelp in surprise.
His pace was brutal as he fucked her even harder than Ryker had the night before. “What…” Her eyes found Ryker sitting back on his heels with his dick in his hand and a smirk on his lips.
Oh. He was pissing off Ezra so he could watch him take it out on her. Knowing passed between them as Ezra’s hand found her throat. His grip was never enough to cut off her air; it was about ownership.
The possessiveness, like they were fighting over her in their game, was more of a turn on than she would have expected. She had never dealt with two men competing in a normal way, let alone likethis. Taunting each other and fucking her for dominance wasn’t a kink she could have imagined enjoying.
Well, getting fucked into the cold ground wasn’t something she could have imagined either. All of her prior experiences hadn’t been nearly so adventurous. Like she was the prize they had caught.
Oh, she liked that thought—being hunted down and claimed.
God, I’m fucked up.
But in the moment, she didn’t care. She wouldn’t give those thoughts the time of day. Right now, she was taking everything this stupidly attractive man deep inside her could give.
Maybe she could play right back into their possessive game. “You like watching me get fucked, Ryker?”
Something flashed in his eyes, and his jaw clenched.
Ezra’s mouth curled into a mischievous grin. “Yeah, Ry. You’re gonna fuck her with my cum already dripping from her pussy. You want to be second?” He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her.
Ryker squeezed himself in frustration, but the heat in his eyes was unmistakable. He was getting off on this as much as she was. “I’ve got plans, pretty girl.”
Ezra’s fingers around her throat tightened. Now she was curious about what Ryker’s plan could be. Ezra’s relentless motions were making her dizzy with anticipation.
“Ready for my cum, sweetheart?” Ezra asked, voice thick.
“Yes… please. Please…”
“You hear that, Ry? She’s desperate for it.” With a final deep thrust, he moaned, seated completely inside her as she felt his release.
Ezra had hardly recovered when he was ripped away by Ryker’s impatient hands. The sudden absence of his body left her cold and empty, but she didn’t have time to register much of that. Not when Ryker next flipped her over onto her stomach and sheathed himself in one go. She was going to be so sore from all of this.
“You’re going to come for us again, Willow. Filled with cum like the perfect little thing you are.” His thrusts were rough as her stomach and hips scraped against the cold earth. Ryker fisted her hair and pulled her head back. “I keep having firsts with you. And I want one more.”
What could that mean?
He shifted them so her hips were lifted up. “Ez, put her head in your lap so our gorgeous girl isn’t in the dirt.”
Silently, he did. He’d put himself away, and she could smell so many things in the fabric of his pants: dirt, sex, and woodsmoke.
Ryker withdrew, replacing his cock with his fingers. When they slid out, he trailed them in the opposite direction she was expecting.
“What—”
He teased her ass, circling to try to coax her into relaxing. “This is what I want. What do you think, pretty girl?”
She hadn’t done any kind of anal play with another person before. It had always been a solo event since she never trusted anyone enough to try.
“Okay…” she said weakly, not sure if her trust now was only adding to the myriad of bad choices she’d made the last couple of days.
His finger was slow, gently prodding her tight hole. “Relax, baby. You’re doing so fucking good.”
The praise left her sighing as Ezra threaded his fingers through her hair, like a prized pet.
“You like having cum in your holes, don’t you?” Finally, he was inside, working her open. “Tell us how much you like me fucking his cum into you.”
