Be With Me(70)

Each motion rocked Sawyer’s hand against her clit. His mouth found hers, hot and breathless.

Tongue flashed across tongue.

Cam tightened against her, settled deep and held there for a moment. Ful . So ful . Hutch’s mouth suckled gently at her breast, his tongue darting in and out to lave over the puckered tip. She gasped for breath against Sawyer’s mouth, wanting and needing more of him. Of them al .

Slowly, Cam pulled away from her, and she whimpered in protest. She was so close. And then she realized as Cam slipped free of her pu**y that he’d already come.

She moved restlessly against Sawyer’s hand, wanting her own orgasm, but he too pulled away from her, sliding his hand over her bel y, leaving a damp trail over her skin.

“On your knees, baby,” Hutch whispered as he moved away from her.

Sawyer helped her sit up and then rol ed her until she dug her knees into the mattress. He moved in front of her, on his back and then shimmied underneath her so that her mouth was close to his straining cock. He threaded his hand through her hair, his fingers grasping at her scalp.

There was a shift and a slight jolt, and then Hutch’s palms glided over her bu**ocks and up her back.

Then back down again, spreading her as he positioned himself behind her.

As she lowered her head to take Sawyer in her mouth, Hutch slid into her pu**y. Gentle. Just one long thrust and he was inside her.

Sawyer groaned, and his hands tightened in her hair as she ran her tongue down the back of his penis. The crown bumped the back of her throat, and she swal owed reflexively.

Hutch stil ed for a moment as though giving her time to adjust to Sawyer’s demands. She took Sawyer deep, then raised her mouth, al owing his c**k to slide nearly free of her lips.

She absorbed his taste, letting it linger on her tongue before swal owing it away. His hips bucked upward, seeking more. And she gave it to him.

Sucking in a deep breath, she took al of him.

Hutch began pumping his hips forward and back, hard thrusts, then shal ow ones. He withdrew until he was barely inside the rim of her pu**y, paused and then lunged forward again, causing her to gasp around Sawyer’s cock.

Sawyer’s breath released in a long hiss. She glanced up to see his eyes tightly closed, his head thrown back. He was beautiful. Wild and utterly perfect.

The muscles in his chest and arms rippled as he strained against her, almost as though he were in agony, though his face was lined with the sweetest of pleasures.

She was doing that to him.

In that moment, she realized her power. Not to hurt, but to love. To give what they needed just as she needed what they offered.

She closed her eyes and lowered her mouth again, engulfing him, taking him unreservedly.

The smack of Hutch’s flesh against hers fil ed the room. Wet, sucking noises fil ed her ears as she took Sawyer with abandon.

Razor-sharp, her orgasm wel ed, building in her pu**y, expanding into her bel y, to her legs as they began to shake uncontrol ably.

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 lightheaded, and yet she stil 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 pu**y.

She screamed around Sawyer’s c**k then broke off when the hot splash of his cum fil ed her mouth.

She took him deeper, determined not to deny him anything.

She swal owed 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 pu**y 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 c**k came free.

Final y, she raised her mouth, al owing Sawyer to slip from her lips, and she slumped onto his bel y, his c**k stil pulsing, against the skin of her throat.

Her chest heaved against Sawyer as she tried to catch her breath. Hel , 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 pil owed on his bel y. 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.