Revving it Up

by Lexxie Couper

  “You get this soon, Sam,” he murmured into her ear, letting his chest brush against the side swell of the breast Eli wasn’t focused on. “I’m going to impale you on it very soon. And when it’s buried inside your tight, hot, delicious cunt, Eli is going to sink into your arse.”

  “Oh God, Jay…” She swayed toward him, the words little more than choppy pants. Her fingers squeezed his length, hard enough to hurt. Exquisite pain that fed the desire controlling him, turning it to a feverish insistency.

  He pulled away from her ear. “Eli, bite her nipple.”

  Sami cried out, the sound raw and ripe with undeniable pleasure.

  “Oh fuck.” She bucked. “Fuck, I’m going to…I’m going to…”

  “Her cunt, Eli,” Jay ordered. “Fuck it with your mouth.”

  Eli moved with all the speed and grace Jay knew he possessed.

  Stretching out on his back, he positioned his head between her knees and yanked her pussy down to his mouth.

  Sami arched, head thrown back, and let out a wavering moan. Grabbed at her breasts and kneaded both with punishing fingers.

  The sight shattered Jay’s tenuous control.

  He fisted a hand in her hair as he grabbed one of her wrists. Tore her hand from her breast and captured her nipple with his mouth.

  Feasted on her flesh as Eli tongue-fucked her pussy.

  Sami writhed on Eli’s face. Swore at Jay. Begged him not to stop.

  When she snapped into a spine-bowed statue, her words now sounds of pure animal need, Jay knew she’d fallen over the edge.

  Dragging his mouth from her breast, he made his way up to her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, before nipping at her earlobe. “Now…” he murmured, slowly tracing the wet point of her nipple. “It’s our turn.”

  Chapter Nine

  Eli wondered how he hadn’t already blown his load.

  When Sami came on his face¸ her pussy grinding to his tongue and lips, at was all he could do not to come.

  He’d resorted to picturing his old elementary school principal singing “The Star Spangled Banner” in the hideous blue nylon suit the old man wore every damn day, just to control himself.

  Goddamn it, Sami coming on his face was everything he imagined it would be.

  When Jay told her it was their turn—the Australian’s declaration little more than a low hum—Eli pictured the principal’s wrinkly assistant in her gaudy flower-print dresses.

  It was the only weapon he had.

  He was on the verge of exploding.

  Her thighs trembling, Sami raised her drenched sex from his face.

  He inched his way out from beneath her, their gazes connecting for a moment as she watched his progress through half-closed eyes.

  “I made your face all wet,” she croaked.

  Shifting to his knees, he grinned. And then licked his lips. “Do you see me complaining, Charlton?”

  A weak chuckle fell from her lips. “No.”

  Eli’s cock pulsed. Kneeling there, naked, her skin flushed, her lashes low, her breasts heaving, her nipples pink and glistening from their mouths, she looked the epitome of a woman pleasured.

  And yet more was to come.

  “Can I tell you something, Charlton?”

  She turned her head.

  Leaning forward, he traced the tip of his tongue over her lips. “You taste like ambrosia.”

  “Better than Coke?”

  He laughed, her mocking jab at one of his main sponsors—a direct rival of one of her own sponsors—surprising him. And delighting him.

  “Damn, you’re incredible,” he said.

  She grinned. “I know.” She swung her attention back to Jay. Eli had to bite back a groan at the heady desire and love he saw in her eyes when they found him. “And now I’m going to show you just how much.”

  Before either Eli or Jay could move, she captured Jay’s mouth with her own. Kissed him until Jay crumpled to his backside.

  Sami followed him, positioning herself over him on all fours before stroking her pussy lips up the length of his rigid shaft to the very tip. Teasing it.

  Eli didn’t wait for an invitation to join in.

  He crawled over to where they were, kneeling behind Sami—Jay’s legs between his knees—to swipe his tongue up the glistening seam of her sex.

  “Ah yeah,” she growled, rolling her hips some more. “That’s good.”

  Eli licked at her pussy again as Sami brushed her clit against the bulbous dome of Jay’s erection.

  Sounds of carnal rapture filled the air. Low groans and hitching breaths.

  Raising his head from her sex, Eli looked around her hip, needing to see what Jay was doing, wanting to see his friend’s pleasure.

  “Oh yeah, man…” He let out a shaky groan of appreciation at the sight of Jay suckling on Sami’s breast, eyes closed, the closest thing to raptured Eli had ever seen on his face.

  “It’s so good,” Sami breathed, rolling her hips to tease Jay’s cock some more.

  Fingers curling into her waist, Jay removed his mouth from her flesh. “You better get ready, Eli,” he instructed, gazing up at Sami. Adoration and love burned in his eyes.

  Without looking at Eli, Sami echoed Jay’s direction. “Suit up, Swanson.”

  With another groan, Eli shuffled back onto his heels. Searched the blanket for the green condom.

  He found it just as Sami’s fingers curled around his cock.

  She smirked up at him from where she now kneeled between Jay’s spread legs. “I want to taste you first.”

  She plunged her lips over his length. Down to its root. Deeper.

  Eli couldn’t stop himself slamming his hips forward. Couldn’t stop himself pumping his engorged cock farther into her mouth. Nor could he stop his raw moan as he watched Jay reposition himself behind her and move his mouth to her ass.

  His friend lashed his tongue against her back entry, kneading her butt cheeks as he did so.

  Head spinning, balls aching, Eli surrendered to the dangerous moment, his impending orgasm burning a wicked line through his body.

  Goddamn it, he was going to come. Any second now, he was going to—

  He yanked Sami’s mouth from his flesh, shaking his head as he slumped back onto his heels.

  Jay straightened to his knees behind her, his stare locking with Eli’s. “She’s ready for us, mate. Her arse is wet with our spit and her juices.”

  Eli nodded. A grin tugged at his lips. “You up to this, Rutledge? Think you can outstay me?”

  Jay laughed, dark desire flaring in his gaze. “Swanson, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were nervous.”

  Before Eli could respond, Jay cupped Sami’s cheek in one hand and guided her lips to his again.

  The kiss was long. Tender. Passionate.

  It was a kiss the likes of which Eli himself had never given. It stirred something in him, something that stole his breath.

  “Trust.”

  At Jay’s low murmur, Eli returned his attention to the man and the woman he loved.

  They kneeled, chest to chest, her face cupped in Jay’s hands, her palm resting over his heart.

  “Trust,” Sami whispered back. “And love.”

  Eli’s throat tightened. Damn it, was he fucking getting choked up?

  Horny and emotionally adrift?

  “And pleasure,” Jay replied, smoothing his hand down her throat, over her breast, to the subtle curve of her hip. “Your pleasure.”

  “My pleasure,” she echoed. “And yours.”

  She took his lips with hers. Pressed him to his back. Straddled his hips.

  It was only as Eli watched her fingers guide Jay’s massive erection to her pussy that he realized his friend wore no condom.

  Trust.

  They really did love each other. Would he ever feel that way?

  Do you even have it in you?

  Eli swallowed. Did he?

  Refusing to ponder the question any longer, he raised the green condom packet to his
lips, tore the foil square open, and slipped the pre-lubricated prophylactic from its slick interior.

  He’d been invited to this moment, he was a wanted member of its profound significance, but he also knew what he shared with Sami wasn’t what Jay shared.

  Pleasure may be shared between the three of them, but for Jay and Sami, pleasure was only the beginning.

  A beginning he felt honored to be a part of.

  Slipping the condom over his erection, Eli drew a steadying breath.

  “Thank you,” he murmured, as he positioned himself on his knees behind Sami.

  She turned and smiled at him over her shoulder, her eyes soft, warm. “Thank you,” she answered in kind.

  And then, as Eli nudged her anus with the tip of his covered cock, she took him and Jay deep into her flesh.

  “Oh my fucking God.” Sami sank her nails into Jay’s chest. Paused for a moment—his cock stretching her labia to its limit, Eli’s cock penetrating her clenched anus—to revel in the concentrated pleasure overwhelming her. “Oh my fucking God.”

  She dropped her stare to Jay, her breath bursting from her in shallow gasps.

  “Take a slow breath, boss,” he instructed, motionless beneath her. “Eli and I won’t move until you do, but you need to breathe.”

  She closed her eyes, nodding. Breathed in a slow lungful of air and, after a count of ten, released it slowly. And as she did, she allowed their lengths to inch deeper into her body.

  “Fuck,” she groaned, opening her eyes to gaze down into Jay’s again, “it’s so…it’s so good…”

  “It is.” Eli’s hands smoothed up her waist, over her ribs to cup her breasts. He brushed her nipples with his thumbs before nipping the base of her neck with his lips. “So fucking good.”

  “Breathe for me again, gorgeous,” Jay said, tracing his thumb over her bottom lip.

  Holding his stare, she drew another slow breath and released it.

  Once again, Jay and Eli inched farther into her.

  The searing pain of her stretched flesh did nothing to taint the sheer pleasure of their penetrations. The sensations of their distended organs filling her most intimate of places…it was as if she’d become a conduit for all the sexual energy in the world.

  Without prodding from Jay, she once more drew a deep breath and, releasing it with steadying focus, finally impaled herself fully on their lengths.

  Pain and pleasure consumed her, the most intoxicating mix she’d ever experienced.

  “Can you feel each other?” she asked, watching Jay’s pleasure play over his face.

  He nodded, his nostrils flaring.

  Behind her, his body pressed to her back, his cock embedded in her rear passage, Eli let out a low, strained chuckle. “Goddamn hard not to. Rutledge’s cock is bigger than a goddamn rhino’s. There’s hardly any room in here for—”

  Sami rose a little up onto her knees.

  “Fuck, that’s not fair,” Eli protested, scraping at her hips.

  Below her, Jay chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

  It was the second time he’d used those exact words. One day she’d tell him just how special, how cherished it made her feel.

  For now…

  She sank back down. Hissed at the shards of liquid heat radiating through her.

  “Don’t rush,” Jay said, his voice calm even as his fingers dug into her hips. “We’re not going anywhere.”

  A wobbly laugh bubbled past her lips as she inched a fraction back up their rigid lengths. “We’re not?”

  He shook his head, his fingers becoming gentle on her hips again, his lips curling. “I think I lost the keys when I threw my jeans over the—”

  She laughed.

  Eli groaned behind her and then nipped at the back of her neck, his hands kneading her breasts with tender pinches. “You have no idea what your ass does to my cock when you laugh, Sami.”

  With a slight roll of her hips, she flicked him a grin over her shoulder. “This?” She contracted the muscles of her anus and her pussy in a series of rapid pulsations.

  Both men moaned. Inside her, their cocks throbbed. Seemed to grow harder.

  She looked back at Jay, her heart a crashing drum in her ears, and constricted her muscles again.

  Raw rapture etched his face. His eyes fluttered closed. “Oh, Sam…keep that up and I can’t promise we’ll be gentle with—”

  “Since when do I ever want gentle, Rutledge?” she growled, digging her nails into his chest. “I want you both to make me fucking explode.”

  Jay opened his eyes. Stared up at her.

  Eli’s lips razed a path up to the back of her ear.

  Sami smiled down at Jay. “Now.”

  Without a word to each other, or even an unspoken look, Jay and Eli moved as one, their strokes and thrusts into her body perfectly synced.

  Concentrated pleasure sheared through her. Consumed her. She cried out, the sound captured by Jay’s mouth as Eli pressed her flat to Jay’s chest.

  Both men pumped into her. Filled her.

  It was insane in its rapture.

  A lifetime of seeking out the ultimate ride, of pushing herself to the edge during every motocross race, of existing for the intense rush of adrenaline, and this was the ultimate ride.

  A lifetime of being in control of the ride, of knowing every move to be made, of calling the shots, and now she was at the mercy of two hard machines with one purpose—her pleasure—and she willing surrendered to it.

  The biggest fucking ride of her life.

  “That’s it, babe,” Jay murmured against her temple as she moved her hips, her body in time with theirs. “That’s my girl…my hot, wild, incredible girl…”

  She raised her head, gazing into his face.

  His voice had been in her ear every race, every ride of her career since he’d joined her team. Deep and confident and cheeky. His voice, talking her through each course, feeding her info on her bike, on its behavior, its status. Praising her moves, her skill…

  His voice, Jay’s, and it dawned on her now, as he murmured instructions to her, as he whispered declarations of arousal, desire, love, her mid-ride orgasms had started when he’d become her head mechanic.

  She’d never experienced an orgasm on her bike before Jay started talking to her as she rode.

  Oh fuck, all those orgasms had been for him. All of them…

  “Come for us, Sam,” he ordered, holding her gaze, his face taut with strained pleasure. “Come for us…”

  His strokes grew faster, deeper. Behind her, silent and powerful, Eli moved with equal intent. She moved with them, meeting their fierce penetrations with squeezing muscles and unrestrained groans. Her entire body thrummed with a release she felt building all the way in the depths of her soul, her core.

  “That’s my girl,” Jay panted, eyes locked on hers. “That’s my girl…”

  He pumped faster. Eli stayed in perfect harmony with him, silent, submitting to Jay’s control of the moment. Following his lead.

  “You’re so beautiful, Sam. So wild…” Jay ground out, cupping the side of her face as he pumped deeper. His strokes grew erratic, frenzied. His eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t…hold on any…fuck, oh fuck, come for me, babe…come with…”

  Her orgasm shattered her. She splintered, detonating into a million fractures of pure sensation.

  “Fuck,” Eli roared behind her, his cock pulsing inside her back passage, his fingers digging into her hip, her shoulder. “Oh fuck, yeah, oh fuck…”

  Jay’s thrusts increased, deeper, harder. Propelling Sami closer to another precipice. Driving her—

  “Christ, Sam,” he roared, “Oh Christ, I love…I love you so…I can’t…”

  He came. Just as Sami climax again.

  She rode his release, watching his face as she did so, reveling in the rapture carved into his hard lines. Her sex contracted around his pumping length, her anus squeezed Eli’s slowing thrusts.

  And then, as the pulses of her orgasm began to slow
, as the throb of Jay’s release began to do the same, Jay opened his eyes and met her gaze. “That’s some impressive riding, boss.”

  She smiled. “It’s all my mechanic’s doing,” she murmured. “He knows exactly how to get the best of out what I’m riding.”

  He laughed.

  Behind her, Eli groaned. “Okay, if you two are going to lapse into cheesy puns I’m outta here.”

  Sami shot him a grin over her shoulder. “Swanson, that’s the best ride I’ve ever seen you do.”

  Eli rolled his eyes, shook his head and grinned. “I asked for that.”

  “You did,” Jay agreed. “Now, far be it from me to tell you to fuck off, but fuck off. I need a moment with the boss here without an annoying, arrogant Yank around.”

  Eli laughed. “Freaking mechanics. Think they know everything about how things run.”

  “Piss off, Swanson,” Sami ordered with a smile. “You’ll get your praise later. Maybe I’ll tweet about your performance.”

  With another laugh, Eli withdrew from her backside. “I do believe I’ll take a shower. Hey, do you think my sponsors would like to know how I used their green con—”

  “Go,” Sami and Jay said together.

  “Gone,” Eli answered.

  He leapt over the side of the pickup and then looked back at them. “For the record, Charlton, I really did try to beat you today.”

  Sami’s heart missed a beat. She stared at him. Words refused to form in her head.

  “And for the record,” he went on. “I’m glad I lost. Because in losing, I won something.”

  “What’s that?” Jay’s deep rumble vibrated through Sami’s body.

  Eli smiled at him. “I won my friend back.”

  And with that, he turned and strode away from the pickup. Heading for the amenities building, naked and casual and one-hundred percent Eli Swanson.

  Her throat tight, Sami swung her gaze back to the man she loved. “One of these days, you’re going to fill me in on the whole history with you two, okay?”

  Jay nodded. “Done.”

  She touched his face. Brushed his lips with her fingers. “Can you do something else for me?”

  A frown tugged at his eyebrows. “What’s that?”