This is nice.
Behind me, my future husband was screwing me lovingly. His hands gripped my ass tightly, controlling the depth and angle of every delicious thrust.
Real nice.
The moment Damon left the room I’d decided to go for it. That if I was really going through with this, I’d do it wholeheartedly. The door closed and I’d scrambled to throw on the outfit Saxon already knew and apparently loved. His expression upon seeing me was priceless. The look of equal surprise from Damon had been well worth it too.
My God, Addison! Look at yourself right now.
I turned toward our armoire and did just that. Reflected in the mirrored surface, pinned tightly between two hard, muscular bodies, I looked absolutely amazing. Like the living embodiment of every twisted porn movie I’d ever loved.
“Are you enjoying it, baby?”
Damon’s words were husky now, thick and low. I could hear the lust in them. His voice was pregnant with it.
“Do you like sucking my friend’s cock?”
His mouth was near my ear again, while he drilled me deep. It was just like before, only now instead of talking about something slutty we were actually doing it.
“Two guys at once…”
Damon’s breath was hot against my neck. And his hands were in my hair now. He was pulling it back on both sides, to get a better view of what I was doing to Saxon.
“You’re going to fuck us both,” my fiancé whispered. “Aren’t you?”
A heat unlike anything I’d ever felt was consuming my body. It flooded downward, filling my belly. Spilling out between my legs, where I knew I must already be gushing.
“Nod your head if you can’t talk…”
Still grunting, still whimpering, I somehow nodded. It was especially hot because Damon’s hand was there too, helping me say ‘yes’. But also—
Helping me fuck his friend.
I felt another wave of heat as I relaxed and let myself go. Damon was pushing me down on Saxon. Filling my mouth and throat with his friend’s impressive thickness, while rolling his knuckles into my hair.
Oh my God…
Our best man still had me too, but his hands had moved to my shoulders. Gently but firmly he was pushing me backward. Shoving my body tightly against my sexy fiancé, who was penetrating me all the more deeply from behind.
“Fuck…”
Saxon’s groan of pleasure was music to my ears. He was enjoying this as much as we were, and that was important.
“I can’t believe… we’re actually…”
“Yeah,” I smiled, popping him from my mouth with a wink. “Me neither.”
Damon chuckled, and the two of them exchanged a knowing glance. Then they went to town on me, ravaging my willing body. Spitroasting me back and forth across the bed, until I was practically crying with how good it felt. Basking in the unspeakably hot and taboo aspect of being taken like this, the very night before my wedding. All while whimpering and moaning and groaning and—
“Wanna fuck her?”
The statement sent a wave of prickly heat crashing over me. The way Damon said it was so casual. So carefree and matter-of-fact, it was like he was offering his friend a beer, or a stick of gum.
“Does the pope shit in the Vatican?”
My fiancé laughed. “Probably.”
“Then hell yeah.”
I held still as they switched places, circling my body like a pack of wolves. Saxon moved behind me, climbing onto the bed. Damon knelt in front of me, holding my chin in his hand. The air between us was electric.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, leveling his face with mine. “You know that?”
I bit my lip and nodded. Even as I felt Saxon’s hands go to my hips.
“This is incredible,” Damon went on, pressing his lips to mine. “All of it…”
He kissed me deeply, soulfully, cradling my face in his hands. The moment was beautiful, intimate. Private.
The calm before the storm.
“I love you,” I smiled.
“Me too, baby.”
“I—”
The rest of my sentence ended in a gasp, as I felt Saxon pressing against my entrance. The throbbing, bulbous head pushed through my wetness easily, parting me like a flower.
“Mmmmm…”
Damon chuckled, still holding my cheeks. We breathed a single breath together, his eyes staring through mine.
“He’s inside you,” he whispered huskily. “Yes?”
My lips parted in an ‘O’. My eyelids closed halfway, all on their own.
“Yes.”
I shuddered as our best man pushed deeper, entering me an inch at a time. Damon held me lovingly throughout. Kissing me the whole way.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
I felt the muscles in Saxon’s arms flex, pulling me against him. I let out a squeal of delight as he bottomed out, the curve of my ass finally coming into contact with his hard, rippled abdomen.
Whoa.
Instinctively I reached back with one arm, eager to pull him deeper inside me. But my hand got lost along the way. It wandered over his perfect washboard abs, gliding up and down to feel every ridge and ripple. Saxon stopped screwing me for a moment, allowing me my fun. His cock happily buried in my warm, dripping pussy.
“This is a little wild, isn’t it?”
I said the words with a repressed shudder, looking back over my shoulder. I had to find Saxon’s gaze too. I’d seen the expression on his handsome face a thousand times, but never while he was inside me.
“Addy…” he grinned back, using his pet name for me. His eyes fluttered closed in pure ecstasy as he began pumping me slowly.
“Wild doesn’t even begin to describe this.”
Six
ADDISON
For a glorious while I let them have their fun. The boys used me as a plaything, pinning my body between them. Flipping me over. Fucking me sideways, or on my back, or lifting one leg high in the air, to scissor into me while the other fed me his cock.
Not that I wasn’t having fun too, mind you.
I loved the feel of their hands on my body — the raw strength and power that came with long hours of dedication and athleticism. Their hands were like clamps, their arms like steel cables. My fingertips roamed shoulders that went on for days, chests so hard they seemed chiseled out of granite. As a result, the boys took me however they wanted me. I lost count of how many times I was spun around without warning, gasping breathlessly as they twisted me into the next position before plunging back inside.
But there was an underlying softness there, too. A gentleness in the way they treated me. A spiritualness in the way they took turns kissing me, their lips rotating slowly against mine as our tongues explored and our bodies writhed and our minds melded together on an emotional level. Still, there wasn’t a moment I wasn’t being crushed to the bed, pinned tightly beneath a pumping, churning lover. Held down and kissed into oblivion, while being dug out so deeply and beautifully I might never be the same.
Several times each they came to within mere seconds of losing it, always stopping to trade off again just short of that penultimate moment. They were prolonging their own agony, and that was okay. For most of our lovemaking I let them have exactly what they wanted.