“Oh God, I want it,” she whispered without forethought. Then grabbed on to the shaft and pulled it between her lips, loving the feeling of her mouth being filled almost as much as she loved having her pussy filled. Like a wanton. Like a sex-crazed slut.
Then she had a revelation.
Maybe it’s okay to be those things. Sometimes anyway. Under the right circumstances. With the right people.
“Mmm, suck my cock,” Rogan told her, sliding it a little deeper into the recesses of her mouth. “Suck it good for me.” And as she lay all the way back, resting her head in the sand, he began to move it in and out between her already stretched lips.
She looked up at him the whole time. There was something indescribably personal about meeting a man’s gaze when you were going down on him. More personal than when fucking him. Like on the boat earlier, it struck her how vulnerable she was, under him that way—that she really had no choice in sucking him now, that he held the position of power. And oddly, she liked it. And even more oddly, it actually made her feel … strong. To let herself be so vulnerable, so at his mercy. It somehow only added to the new sense of freedom she was experiencing with Rogan and Ethan today.
Below, she undulated against Ethan’s mouth, and though her position no longer allowed her to see him, she could feel his eyes still on her.
Watch me, E. Watch me.
That’s suddenly what she wanted, what being with two men gave her. Turned out it was about more than the dense pleasure of having two cocks—it was also, in some ways, about sex becoming a spectator sport. With two guys at once, there were moments where one of them did nothing but observe, and it almost shocked her to discover how much being watched aroused her. Last night she’d felt that part, felt it nudging at her, trying to break down her walls—but now that those walls had collapsed, she experienced the full force of it.
When Rogan leaned his head back, breaking their gaze, she looked skyward. She took in a few wisps of white clouds dotting the blue, then the ledge she’d jumped from came jaggedly into view. The sun on her skin was indeed like one more touch, one more sensation adding to it all.
Meanwhile, Ethan’s ministrations now focused on her clit, which she thought must be swollen to the size of a marble. Although she’d let out a few mewling cries around Rogan’s cock from the pleasure Ethan delivered, now she began to moan around it in earnest. Orgasm was nearing and she knew already that it would come hard.
She pumped at Ethan’s mouth now with abandon, with the unabashed need to reach that hot peak. And she knew both of them noticed the change in her, in her movements and amplified reactions. Rogan’s eyes were on hers again, his sparkling lecherously as he cast a dirty little grin and whispered, “Aw babe, is that naughty little pussy gonna come for us? Is that hot little cunt gonna come in Ethan’s mouth?”
Her answer? Another moan around Rogan’s thick length. And then her hands instinctively went to her breasts. They were sensitive, always, and they wanted stimulation now.
“Mmm, let me help,” Rogan said, pressing his palms over her hands, making her own palms knead and mold them more firmly.
And then she found herself giving a brisk shake of her head, letting him know she wanted his cock out of her mouth, and he got the message, extracting it.
Then, through lips that felt swollen, sore, she whispered, “Fuck them.”
And Rogan didn’t hesitate—he knew exactly what she meant. Lifting one leg across her body to straddle her midsection, he let his wet cock drop between her breasts. He used both hands to press the flesh up around his length, then thrust in short, firm strokes through the soft valley created there.
She could barely understand why it felt so good, that hard column moving between the two mounds, but it made her bite her lip as fresh pleasure washed over and through her. Her moans began to slow yet become more intense. And though she couldn’t see Ethan at all anymore, God knew she could
feel
him as she fucked his mouth.
Rogan’s dark gaze was on her again, and something about this weekend, the intensity of it all—including this current position beneath him—transformed the present connection between their eyes into something more powerful than it had ever been before. He’d always been a man who liked to lock gazes during certain phases of fucking, and she’d always thought it powerful, lush, intimate. But looking at him through the sex they were indulging in this weekend surpassed that. And when he then began to pinch her nipples, squeezing, pulling—oh Lord, that was it. She toppled over the edge she’d been so precariously balanced on for the last few minutes.
The orgasm blasted through her in dirty, sweet waves of the hottest release she’d ever experienced. She let out high-pitched cries as each of those waves pushed its way outward through her body, over and over, until finally they stilled … and she stilled.
She shut her eyes, her body going limp in the sand—and then she heard herself let out a small, sated laugh.
“Good?” Rogan asked her.
As she came back to herself, she grew aware that he was climbing off her, leaving her torso a bit wet with perspiration from where their bodies had met. “
Crazy
good,” she replied.
That’s when she felt a small kiss to one inner thigh and managed to lift her head and peer into the handsome face of the man who’d done all the work. “Crazy good, huh?” he asked with a wicked little grin.
“Mmm,” she purred. Then managed to add, “Amazing.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Ethan said with a playful wink. And now it was
him
her gaze locked on, and his eyes slowly turned less lighthearted as he asked, “How tired is your mouth?”
The truth was, at this point, it was pretty tired. But sometimes sex was about reciprocation, and it wasn’t
that
tired. “You jealous?” she teased him then. She wasn’t sure why—it had just come out.
Yet it only led a leisurely half smile to unfurl on his face, and he spoke with a slow, sure confidence that turned her on a little even after having just come a few seconds before. “I just want to feel your lips wrapped around my dick.”
She touched her tongue gently to the roof of her mouth, aroused by everything about him right now, everything about this moment. “I want to feel that, too.”
He gave his head a tilt, his grin softening. “That’s my girl.”
He’d risen up on his knees now, though, between her spread legs, and she pointed to his erection, still hard but now also sprinkled with sand. “All I ask is that you wash it off first. Cock, good. Sand, yuck.”
He glanced down, too, and said, “Fair enough, baby.” Then pushed to his feet and walked the few yards to the water’s edge, kneeling down to splash a little of Lake Superior onto it, letting out a shiver along with a laugh. “Damn, I forgot it was gonna be so cold. That’s not gonna be helpful here.”
She just giggled in response, rolling onto her side to watch him and thinking how beautiful he looked. Now that they were all naked, out in the middle of nature, alone, it gave her the wild sensation of being alive in … ancient times or something, of being early humans who just lived by their primal instincts, fucking freely as they wished. And she knew, of course, that they wouldn’t have looked the same—she thought to herself that no cavewoman would have ever been so lucky to have two such hot male companions—but she liked the idea anyway.
Just then, she felt Rogan behind her in the sand, leaning near, almost spooning her. His palm curled over her hip, then drifted down over her ass, to the center of it. One finger drew a tingling line from her pussy upward to slowly cross her anus, making her shiver. And then he was whispering in her ear. “Does he ever fuck you in the ass?”
The question shouldn’t have stunned her, coming from Rogan, but it did. She looked over her shoulder. And she had the strange urge to tell him it was none of his business, but somehow, right now, that would have sounded silly. So she just whispered, “No.”
“Ever want him to?”
“No,” she said again, but the answer was more complicated than that. And Rogan must have known that, because he just let out a light chuckle.
The fact was, back when they’d been a couple, Rogan had wanted to fuck her that way many times, but she’d refused. Truthfully, she’d never even thought about it until he’d brought it up, and it had sounded a little barbarian to her at the time, or at least on the painful, kinky side. And toward the end of their relationship he’d pressed her harder on it—he’d played with that part of her using his finger, sometimes even his mouth—and to her shock she’d discovered such attention did bring her a strange, yearning sort of pleasure she wouldn’t have predicted.
But they’d been growing apart by then, so she’d still said no, partly afraid it would hurt and partly from a sense of self-preservation, maybe wanting to keep some piece of herself from him since she’d begun to suspect they would break up soon anyway.
Since getting together with Ethan, though, that form of sex had never come up. And maybe there had been times when she’d almost wanted it to. Times when she’d felt curious, remembering that Rogan had awakened her interest in it. But she’d just been … too much
herself
to ever introduce the idea.
Now, as Rogan reminded her of her body’s stirrings in that area, she decided this weekend was no time to explore them. Even as aggressive and carefree as she felt and as Ethan had encouraged her to be, it seemed like it would be … a delicate operation, not something she wanted to rush into. Still, maybe she’d be bolder now with Ethan when they returned home and it was just the two of them again. Maybe now she’d suggest it sometime, ask him if he’d ever thought about trying that.
As Ethan returned from the water, massaging his penis in his hand, he wore a quirky smile. “Trying to warm it back up,” he told her. “Damn—remind me not to get sand on it again.”
And God, she loved this man. She was reminded of it over and over. And moments like this—when he was just honest, open, playful, and still sexy as hell—those were the times when she thought she loved him the most.
So now she bit her lip, cast her best come-hither look as he lowered to his knees before her, and said, “I think I can help you.”
And his expression edged from playful back toward heated. “I like your attitude.”
“Fuck my mouth,” she whispered.
A low groan left him and she could have sworn she saw his erection stiffen further in his grip. And then his demeanor became more like what she’d witnessed from him last night, more commanding. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She didn’t hesitate. She instantly wanted to please him. Within a few seconds, her hands and knees were planted in the sand and she faced him. Now that she’d found this brazen part of herself, she felt eager to continue exploring it—with him.
For
him.
As he positioned himself, bringing his cock to the right height, she peered up at him and felt … pleasantly subservient. She hadn’t known that concept could please her, but she was learning all
sorts
of things about her sexual self on this, her thirty-second birthday. And it struck her that it was high time she had.
Taking the shaft back in hand, he brought it to her waiting mouth, then eased the head inside. A hot sigh left him as she closed her lips over it lovingly.
And as he took her face between both palms, sliding his cock deeper, toward her throat, he looked into her eyes and said, “Do you want Rogan to fuck your pussy while I fuck your mouth?”
She could only give a slight nod, but even the mere suggestion set her whole body ablaze.
Yes, yes, yes.
Two cocks again. Filling her. She could think of nothing she wanted more.
Of course, Rogan didn’t wait for direction—she couldn’t see him any longer, but his hands gripped her hips almost immediately. And there was a tiny part of her that had been almost irritated at him for his question about Ethan and her ass—it had felt almost like he was implying there was something wrong with them for not having done that, even though she’d never done it with him, either—but right now, she was ready to forget about that and focus on pleasure.
And then—oh Lord, the tip of his cock pressed into her moisture. And slid smoothly, deeply into the depths of her cunt.
She moaned around Ethan’s cock as the thick pleasure encased her. This … this was even better than on the boat.
Must be the position.
After all, it was one of her personal favorites—she always felt Ethan’s cock more this way, always felt a little wild and untamed this way, like an animal, as the very position implied.
She arched her back, soaking in the hot delight filling her from two opposing angles, letting her eyes fall shut as it nearly overwhelmed her.
“Feel good, baby?” Ethan asked from above.
Another nod, a soft sound around the hard column that stuffed her mouth. Nothing had ever felt better.
And then she began to rock her body just slightly, a signal to them both that she wanted more—she truly wanted to be fucked.
Rogan began slamming into her—hard, hard, hard—making her cry out even as Ethan thrust forward between her lips in small but potent drives. Very soon, she ceased thinking. There was simply no
room
for thought. Her body, even her brain, was too full with sensation. And if she’d found the ecstasy overwhelming when they’d first entered her, it was nothing compared to this. In her mind, she became nothing more than a machine, a machine made for fucking. It was as if her sole purpose on the earth was this, this profound, enveloping pleasure that seemed to swallow her whole.
She never wanted it to end. Even as her lips again grew stretched and weary, even as her legs threatened to give out beneath her, she wanted it go on and on forever.
She was a thinking woman, always had been—smart and on the verge of being an academic type in college, a lover of books and movies who enjoyed analyzing the world at large. And she couldn’t have imagined ever taking such mindless joy in having her thoughts simply disappear, vanish, turn to dust in the face of pleasure—but right now she welcomed it. She wanted nothing more than the physical, nothing more than the strong cock pummeling her hungry pussy as another fucked her mouth. Everything else was simply … gone.