by Sierra Hill
In fact, I shifted backwards into Sage’s lap, grinding into his erection with a greedy need to be filled, that empty ache throbbing inside me and becoming unbearable. I clung to him like life support as I tried to catch my breath from the intensity of the climax. As his fingers slipped out me, a new need took up residence between my legs. A stronger, more primitive need to be filled by Cam.
The look of intense need washing over Cam’s face told me he felt the same way, as his eyes roamed over every inch of my body while I continued to float back down to earth.
Laying back against Sage, I spread my legs and stretched out a hand to Cam, beckoning him down to the floor with us. “I’m ready for you now.”
His dark, denim blue eyes scanned my face and then glanced at Sage, his control gone, but an anxious expression returning to his face.
“Um, I’m not sure what…I mean, how to do this.”
Sage gave a husky chuckle. “You mean, how to fuck her? Need me to show you?”
“Asshole,” he grunted, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, his middle finger in the air. “I know how to do it, just not how to do it.”
Sage scooted out from under me, prompting me to lay back on the sleeping bags that had been laid out for us. He patted the ground next to me.
“Get naked and come lay down next to us. We’ll go from there.”
The three of us began to shed our clothing. As I was already nearly naked, I removed my bra, covering my breasts and stomach with my arms, shielding myself from the sudden wave of awkwardness that washed over me.
My skin and body were completely bare to them both, leaving me vulnerable from the exposure.
“You okay?” Cam asked, landing on his side and propping his head up on his elbow, his fingers lightly feathering over my arm covering my stomach. My tummy tumbled with awareness.
Turning my head, I saw comfort and solace in his loving gaze. Felt it in his touch. He wouldn’t hurt me, ever. And neither would Sage. I knew this. I had no doubts.
“I’m fine. Yes.”
Sage joined us and laid at my other side, his naked warm body curling into my side as he began to place gentle kisses along my shoulder, bicep, collarbone before taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed the tips of each of my fingers, moving my hand to my side and then leaning down to place hot, open mouth kisses along the swell of my breast until his lips landed over my nipple and he sucked it in deeply, tugging it into his mouth.
My body arched into him, needy from the pleasure his lips evoked and the sensations he left in his wake.
I dropped my other arm to the side, my hand grazing over Sage’s dick. He bucked against me, thrusting his cock into my thigh. And then his fingers trailed down my belly, over my mound and slid into my wetness.
His next words were directed at Cam. “She’s ready.”
Cam groaned loudly, rolling over me to press his hips between my thighs, spreading my legs wide. The head of his cock met the wetness between my folds as he glided his length up and down a few times. We all seemed to relish in the sensation, even though Sage only experienced it through observation.
“Where’s the condom?” Cam croaked, as he pulled away from me, scooting down to kneel between my spread legs.
I pointed toward my backpack, and Cam followed my directive. While he worked to find it, Sage continued to pepper me with kisses, sucking at my skin, over my breasts, down my stomach, over my pelvic bones. One hand weaved through my hair, his thumb stroking my cheek. And when his lips found mine, he kissed me deeply, and I opened for him, just as I would do for Cam.
A minute later, I felt Cam’s tongue at my body’s entrance.
“Ohhh…” I cried out, the sensation so overwhelming I couldn’t bear it.
Cam worked me over with his tongue, teasing, flicking and sucking my clit in an effort to get me prepared for what was to come next. My gaze landed on his latex-covered cock and I shuddered, knowing it would soon be buried deep inside me. His tongue probed my entrance and I nearly sobbed for him to stop.
But Cam stopped on his own accord, his chest rising and moving over mine, as his mouth claiming me in a wet, dominating kiss, stealing my breath and my thoughts and my fears. I tasted myself on his tongue and I was overcome with lust and desire.
“I’m so close, London. I need to be inside you now. Should I stop?”
My response was to wrap my fingers around his cock and guide him to my entrance.
I was faintly aware of Sage’s deep inhale of breath and the sound of his fist tugging at his own flesh next to us. The sound of Cam’s curse as he panted with labor above me. And the noise in my ears that sounded like waves crashing against a rock as Cam entered me with a push.
Slow.
Slow.
Slow.
I pinched my eyes shut from the sharp pain as he hit my inner barrier. Cam’s movements halted, his biceps straining and shaking above me.
“I’m sorry it hurts. It’ll go away soon.” His concern was sweet but unnecessary.
My hands landed on the rounds of his ass and I gripped him tightly, my nails digging into the flesh as I pulled him into me.
And with one final push inside me, Cam lost the last vestiges of his control.
And I lost my virginity.
Chapter 18
I woke at some point during the middle of the night, finding myself sandwiched between Sage and Cam. Sage had his front to my back and my head was in the crook of Cam’s neck. Both of their arms were slung around me, heavy and warm.
I was in a cocoon of love, content, just a little sore in all the right places and so very happy.
Not wanting to wake them, but having to go relieve myself like the dickens, I scooted out to find some clothing. Cam rolled over on his back, snoring loudly. Sage stirred and woke up, blinking to adjust to the dark.
“Hey, everything okay?”
I pulled on a T-shirt that was near my feet and shushed him with a finger to my lips.
“Yeah, just have to go the bathroom.”
He sat up, searching in the dark for his shorts when I laid a hand on his knee.
“I’m fine, Sage. Go back to sleep.”
He ignored me and stood up, opening up the tent flap as we slipped our feet into the flip-flops just inside the tent.
“Grab the light,” he said, nudging his chin to the place where the camping light sat.
I took hold of the handle and followed him outside. The night had cooled off, the mugginess dissipating sometime earlier with the light breeze off the lake tickling my skin with its cool touch.
Sage grabbed my hand and we walked toward the tree line in silence. As we reached the small trench Cam had dug out earlier, he dropped my hand.
“I’ll be right over there taking a leak. Holler if you need anything.”
I squatted and took care of business, listening to the first sounds of daybreak simmering and percolating quietly around us. Being raised on a ranch, I was more than a little familiar with nature and the outdoors. It made me wonder how I would fare in the city when I went off to college. The noise, the crowds, the lack of privacy and quiet. It would be different, for sure, but I was excited about the new opportunities it would present. Even if it meant having to be brave and leaving behind the world I knew and the two boys I loved.
I finished and took a few steps forward toward the clearing to find Sage smoking a cigarette, the scent of cloves and nicotine wafting through the air. He was the only one of us who smoked; a habit I didn’t particularly care for and begged him to stop. But he said it was the only thing that calmed his nerves. That and alcohol, unfortunately.
His propensity to fall into the same patterns as his father worried me. From what I knew of Mr. Hendricks, he was a mean asshole who didn’t have a heart. Sage was so very opposite of him in that respect. Sage had heart, and love and acceptance and soul for days.
“All good?” He threw the butt in the firepit and stamped it out.
“Yep. You?”
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bsp; He hummed a response and sat down on the log facing the water, patting the spot next to him for me to sit. As I did, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in close, my body shivering with his warmth.
“London,” he whispered into my ear softly like a hummingbird fluttering there. “Tonight was…holy fuck. It was fucking amazing, better than I could have ever imagined. You were perfect. And so was Cam.”
His voice was wistful with the last part of his confession and I knew that he kept his true feelings for Cam hidden deep, not wanting to rock the boat or upset the applecart when it came to his secret desires.
“Do you think you’ll ever tell him how you feel?”
Sage scoffed sarcastically. “Not if I want my nose to remain in the same place it is right now.”
I laughed softly but saw the true fear through his joke. Even last night, with the three of us together in a variety of ways, Cam was very careful not to purposely touch Sage intimately when we were together – maybe a brush of a hand or foot, but that was it. He avoided Sage’s body as much as he could.
I placed my palm on his thigh, staring at his side profile. His perfectly sloped nose and strong jawline accentuated his full lips. Those lips that touched every part of me last night. And his eyelashes fanned across his high cheekbones, the moonlight giving them shadows and making them look even longer.
Sighing, I snuggled closer, breathing in the scent of his skin. Spicy and smoky.
“Are you okay with what we did together? I mean, it’s not exactly…normal to do that.”
Lifting my chin, I kissed at the base of his neck. “It was perfect for me. I’ll never forget my first time. You two gave me everything I needed, wanted and more.”
Sage shifted toward me, reaching his hand up to the side of my face and cradled my cheek in his palm before kissing me soundly. My lips automatically parted, granting him access, never wanting to deny him anything.
We made out for a little while longer, our breaths turning into pants, bodies arching into each other, hands clinging and fingers brushing over heated skin. Sage slipped a hand up my T-shirt, his fingers skating over the curve of my breast with its taut nipple begging to be plucked. His thumb swept and flicked at the sensitive tip, sending bolts of desire and need coiling in my belly, where white-hot pleasure shot to my clit.
“Do I get to fuck you now?” His question was needy and laced with longing.
“Mmm…yes. I want you, too, Sage.”
This would only be my first time with him. After Cam took my virginity, Sage orgasmed into his own hand and we fooled around some more and then fell asleep side-by-side. A little while later, I gave Sage a blowjob and Cam got me off with his fingers.
But I hadn’t had Sage inside of me yet. And I wanted it so badly. I wanted to share that same intimacy with Sage as I had with Cam.
Realizing that we might wake Cam, although he seemed sound asleep, I stopped Sage with a touch at his elbow.
“What about Cam?”
It was now light enough for me to see the way he bit the corner of his smile that tugged at his mouth.
“If he wakes, he can watch,” he grinned. “Or join us.”
I felt a titter of excitement and giggled as we stepped inside, zipping out the increasing light of daybreak with the closure of the flaps.
Sage reached for the hem of my T-shirt and tugged it over my head as he kissed his way down my shoulders and collarbone. My skin brushed against his solid flesh and wanted to mold myself into him, like clay in the potter’s hand.
We were limbs and mouths, heat and sex. I gasped against his open mouth as his fingertips skimmed through the wetness between my legs. I coasted my own fingers over the smooth and ridged muscles of his chest, circling down until I felt the straining mass trying to break through the top of his shorts.
He bucked against my hand as I wrapped my palm around his throbbing length, our kisses becoming less gentle as we both sought more friction in any way we could find it.
Our tongues dueled and explored one another’s mouths as we rocked into each other’s hands, his thumb pressing and adding just enough pressure and circular rhythm to make me beg for more. A hot ache grew and built between my legs as I neared release, but I wanted him inside me when I came.
“I’m ready, Sage.”
“You’re not too sore? Will you be okay with me?”
Pulling away from his touch, I smiled, crooking my finger suggestively at him. I laid down next to Cam, who was still sleeping with his back to us. I gazed up at Sage who shucked off his shorts and began stroking his hard cock.
The sight of him touching himself, his hand lassoed around his swollen length, still gave me a twinge of embarrassment. But it was overshadowed by white-hot sparks of heat racing through my blood.
“Where’s the condom?”
I nodded toward my bag and he made quick work of finding it, handing it to me as he knelt between my legs.
“You do it. Put it on me.”
I was clueless, having never rolled one on before and only having seen it demonstrated just once last night. Honestly, I hadn’t even paid much attention at the time, simply caught up in the moment of anticipation of my first time.
Sage nudged my palm open and I took the foil packet with shaky hands. I pulled it out and discarded the wrapper, examining it for a moment to decipher which way it rolled on. Sage chuckled and flipped it over for me as I placed the slippery ring over the top of Sage’s crown.
My hands stopped their movement when he sucked in a deep breath and I thought I’d hurt him. But when I peered up at him, he was staring down at me with heat in his gaze.
“I want to remember this moment. The way you’re looking at me. I don’t deserve you. The way you look at me makes me feel like I’ve hung the moon and the stars or something. And I’m nothing without you. But fuck if I’m not going to take what you’re offering me.”
Licking my lips, I spread my legs wider, my toes hitting the back of Cam’s calf next to me, hard enough to cause him to stir. My eyes widened in alarm, but my concern was short-lived as Sage’s body moved over mine, positioning himself at my entrance and making me forget everything else.
“I love you so much, London.”
Sage took my mouth, his tongue opening me up, in the same manner his cock did as he entered me, thrusting inside hard enough that I let out a loud breath. A slight sting remained from earlier that night, but as he rocked and lodged deeper inside me, my inner walls began to ease and adjust.
It was either the noise that tore through our lungs or the sound of our bodies slapping rhythmically together, but Cam slowly roused from sleep, turning over and mumbling in a drowsy voice.
“Am I dreaming?” he asked, his hand reaching out to touch Sage’s backside before palming my breast. The dual sensations – Sage pumping inside me and Cam’s dreamlike perusal of my skin – shook me to the very core.
Upon realizing that he was awake, along with the awareness of his hard arousal, Cam scooted closer to the action, lifting my hand from Sage’s ass and positioning it on his own dick as Cam and I began to jack himself off together.
“This is better than any dream watching you get fucked by Sage as you hand-fuck me. Holy shit, it’s unbelievable.”
Every entry and subsequent withdrawal of Sage’s cock from my body hit me at my core, each time nearly blinding me from the pleasure that erupted there.
“If only you could see what I see right now. How fucking sexy you both look,” Cam marveled, as Sage’s breaths became more labored, turning into breathless pants as his thrusts pushed deeper and faster into me.
I could no longer concentrate, my sole attention was centered on the tingling sparks at the bottom of my toes, that began to vine through my legs, settling at my clit.
“Doesn’t our girl feel perfect, Sage? She’s so fucking tight and slick…I can hear how wet she is. Fuck, it makes me want to come. I can smell her, too.”
Oh, my God. The words coming from Cam’s mouth were so explic
it. So dirty and wickedly sexy, they brought me closer and closer to my breaking point.
As our entwined hands jacked him off, I turned to face Cam and brought my lips to his, kissing him roughly. Passionately. With greed and physical need.
“I’m coming,” Cam moaned against my lips, just as I felt a rush of heat on my hand and between my legs. My body tensed, and I thrashed my head from side-to-side, crying out in my own pleasure.
“Ohhhh….” That word was on constant repeat and seemed to be the only thing I was capable of getting out.
And then suddenly I was airborne as Sage lifted me up in his arms as he sat back on his heels, pulling me into him like a limp ragdoll. This position gave him leverage to pump harder and faster, and so much deeper, as I straddled his legs and joined in with undulations, bouncing up and down and writhing against him.
And then Sage tightened his arms and buried his head into my neck, my hair curtaining him as he came long and hard, pulsing inside me in synchronicity with his grunts.
Chapter 19
“You look so beautiful, sweetheart. I think I’m going to cry.” My momma gushed from where she stood behind me in the full-length mirror, her hand covering her mouth.
She lifted her other soft, motherly hand over my hair gently glossing over the top, playing with the strands that had fallen loosely from the updo I had done at the salon just an hour earlier.
She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, leaning in as she placed a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose.
“You’re going to be the most beautiful girl that Lancaster High has ever seen. And wait until Cam gets his first look at you.”
A sudden sadness swept over me, even though I should’ve been thrilled for the night’s events ready to take place. My senior prom had finally arrived, a rite of passage I’d waited so long for. Unfortunately, I wasn’t going to be attending with both my boys.
I wasn’t happy about the way things had turned out for tonight’s events, but Sage insisted that he had to work and couldn’t attend the dance. We’d agreed, though, that since Cam was the Prom King, he would take me to the dance and we’d meet up with Sage later that night at the hotel room Cam had booked over in Williamstown, the town next to Chester Fork.
