“Jesus,” he said, trying hard to school his rampant need. They really were just a bit too much in public for him to lay right into her pussy like he wanted to. It was a close call, but he finally mastered himself. “Spread your legs.”
He turned the key and got the truck maneuvered out into traffic. Once they were on the road, his right hand was free, and he did what any sensible man would do. He shoved his fingers up her pussy.
She gave a little squeal he chose to interpret as delight rather than objection. The crowds out of the city made traffic stop and go, a fact that worked to his advantage. At the first stop, he leaned in to kiss her roughly. She moaned and heated up a bit, helping his fingers glide easily in and out of her tight pussy. She also started moving her hands on him, a thing that nearly had his head exploding. It took a moment to hear the guy behind him honking to get him in gear.
After a while, they got into a rhythm, with the dude in the Beemer behind him indulgently giving him a little horn when it was time to move forward. Andy took a glance back and figured the guy was old enough to have settled into a marriage that didn’t exactly thrill him—the woman at his side was yakking continuously on her cell—and young enough to remember what hot pussy waiting for a hard cock felt like.
They finally broke out of traffic as they got off the highway near their neighborhood. Two or three times, Andy had to stop Fee’s hands on him, or he’d have a hell of a time explaining the stains on the roof of Ri’s cab. He had to back off on her a couple times, too, or she’d have been screaming out her orgasm while they were still on the road.
That wasn’t going to happen. The first O she had with him, he was going to have the pleasure of feeling her cunt spasming around his cock.
Still, they couldn’t get to the house soon enough. As it was, they only got as far as the garage. As soon as he pulled in and started the door closing behind them, he unsnapped both belts, shoved over so he was out from behind the wheel, and lifted Felicity over him.
She had her hands on his shoulders and her gaze held to his as he yanked her thong to the side and settled her down on his cock. “Fuck. Jesus.” Nothing had ever felt so good. She was hot and fucking tight, a sweet, mind-blowingly perfect fit for his cock. Barely in control, his eyes nearly crossed in bliss, Andy got hold of her blouse and lifted it up over her head. He needed one more thing before he whaled into her.
Yeah. That was it. He opened her bra and let those glorious tits free. They were every bit as spectacular as he’d recalled, ever since Wes’s sex show. Every damn night he’d closed his eyes to remember, hands on his dick, while he’d jerked himself to sleep.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Fee.”
That was all he had. He gave both nipples one little pinch—a small tribute to their hotness, a promise for more—then he pulled her against him. He wrapped his arms around her, waist and ass, arched against the seat back, pressed his feet into the floor, and started fucking up into her.
They both groaned, first a low, gratified sound at that basic, primal connection. A heartfelt relief at coming together. Then rough, needy rasps as it took them.
“Andy.”
There was a plea in that one word, and a little fear. There fucking should be. He’d never had a boner like this, never been driven to fuck a woman so hard. “Yes, sweetheart. Yes, Fee.”
It was mindlessness then, nothing but primitive instinct as he thrust into her. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her moans rising in pitch. Then she arched back, opening herself more for him, grinding down, and giving him a look a those spectacular tits bouncing has he fucked her.
“Mmm. Mmm. Andy.”
She was anxious, impatient for that final grasp at heaven.
He gave her what she wanted, slamming into her, driving himself over the top at the same time.
Fee bucked, hard spasms accompanied by keening wails. She braced herself against the roof of the cab as he tore his final, hard thrust into her. Then he was gone with her, growling hoarsely as he shot his load into that cunt. It tore from his cock, burning hot, filling that sweet pussy, making her his.
They shook with it for long seconds, Fee whimpering, Andy shuddering in wicked pleasure. They let go together, Fee collapsing down onto his chest, Andy dropping back onto the seat. Her arms settled around his shoulders, her grasp ridiculously weak. He smiled, holding her hard enough for both of them, tucking her in like she was his and he was never letting go.
And that was the fucking truth.
As satisfied as he’d ever been in his life, as confident, he pressed a kiss into her hair and gave her an extra squeeze. “I love you, Felicity Reed.”
Her lips pressed against his skin at his open collar, and he could feel her smile. Then she lifted her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes were a bottomless pool of green, and he let himself sink into them.
“I love you, Andrick Skinner.”
“And Juniper, too?”
He could see she had to take a breath as that settled into her heart. “Yes, Juniper, too.”
Andy cupped her face, holding her gaze. “You’ll be her mother?”
Felicity looked steadily at him, equally serious. “You mean like I have been for two months now?”
Accepting the small scold in that, he nodded. “Yes, like that.”
“Yes, I will.”
His cock was still inside her. It gave a twitch, happy as he was with this exchange. It was clear she noticed. “Good,” he said. He was about to offer up an apology for the way he’d been a dick about it, but he could see it wasn’t needed. Plus, there was more of that twitch deal happening. “Let’s go inside. You’re going to want a bed under your back for what happens next.”
* * * *
It was Ri’s bed and, yes, she was grateful for it. Plus, it was kind of hot to be there, in one man’s bed, while another man fucked her wild.
Andy had lifted her out of the truck and ushered her upstairs. Once there, he’d peeled away the little bits of clothing she had left, adoring her body with his hands and mouth along the way. He’d been on his knees when he slid his tongue over her clit and then, pushing her legs apart, into her cunt. He’d pressed fingers inside her, everywhere, driving her wild until she’d collapsed back onto the bed. Following her, he’d opened her legs wide and continued to feast.
Before she’d recovered from her second orgasm, he shoved her up the bed and filled her. It was such a hard first thrust that she was sure he’d just flail into her. But the moment he had her, the moment he’d staked his claim, made sure of his possession, he halted.
Then he’d seduced her. Like he didn’t already have his cock blatantly, hugely occupying her body, he sweetly kissed her. His lips whispered gently over her lips, her cheeks, her neck. Equally gently, he gave her words—soft, loving adoration. He touched her with love in his fingertips—soft strokes of skin, gentle kneading at her hips and breasts, sweet thrums at her nipples.
He took exquisite time with it—and drove her crazy. Felicity fell into it, initially, sinking into the bed, stirred always by the presence of that hard cock piercing her body, but lazing with his soothing, sweet touch.
It didn’t last. Each lingering touch built on the last, and after a while, she wasn’t relaxing down into the bed so much as flexing, arching in need. Not breathing softly so much as moaning. Not quietly murmuring her pleasure, but whimpering and demanding more. Instructing.
“Andy.”
“Yes, baby.”
“Stop that.”
His hands paused on her, his fingers at one nipple, his other hand massaging her ass. “Stop this?”
She flopped underneath him in frustrated need. “No. Stop—”
He lifted his head, looking down at her in obnoxious amusement. “Stop kissing you?”
“No.”
“Then…?”
“Stop holding back.” She sounded grumpy, cranky, and she didn’t care.
“So you want me to…?”
“Andy, goddammit.”
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Felcity cursed again. Apparently, every one of her damn men liked to have her beg. “Fuck me.” It was more a growl than anything.
“I’m sorry, baby. What did you say?”
“Andy. Please. Fuck me.”
He thrust hard into her once and levered his body over hers. “All you had to do was ask.” His words were mild, but it was all deception. She felt it then, the tension of need in his body, the loosening of the leash he’d held on his desire. He slammed into her one more time, and that ended his control.
His hard body working like a machine, he thrust into her. He had her so stoked up, she started coming almost immediately, arching and rocking, whimpering and moaning. He kept fucking her like he didn’t even notice, barely pausing to let her shudder out her orgasm.
But he was aware, she could tell. He growled a little in triumph, satisfied with his mastery. Still, it wasn’t enough for him. He lifted onto his elbows, watching her face as he took both nipples between his fingers. Plucking at them, firmly enough that her whole breast lifted and jiggled with his thrusts, he worked himself into her.
“Not done,” he said, more vow than information. “Not fucking done.”
I am, Felicity thought, but she knew she was wrong even as the words formed in her mind. His gaze was hard as he watched her, his expression nothing but determination. He would have his way.
Felicity didn’t fight it. Why would she? And it was clear who would win in any case. She dropped her hands alongside her head, her arms sapped of strength. Helpless to fight it, she arched her back, pressing her breasts up, offering them to his purposes. At the same time, she drew her legs up, opening herself, cradling his hips as he pounded into her.
He recognized it for the surrender it was. He let go of her breasts, pushing up on one arm. Taking advantage of the view he had then, his eyes roamed from her face to her breasts, then settled on watching his cock thrust into her pussy. He used his free hand to lift her leg higher around his hip, then he grasped her ass, reaching with his middle finger to ream her back hole.
“Ahh.”
He wasn’t gentle there, stimulating her roughly with one finger—then two. She squealed with the strain of it, that exquisite torture as he stretched her ass at the same time he filled her pussy so hard. She lost all control, writhing beneath him, flexing her pelvis between his thrusts and that wicked assault on her ass.
“Andy!”
“Good girl,” he grunted as he shoved into her. “Good, fucking girl. Come,” he bade her. “Come, goddammit.”
It was inevitable—he was fucking her so hard, driving her beyond reason, that it was a foregone conclusion. Whether he knew it or not, he left her to it. Left her to manage her own orgasm while his barrelled down on him. His growls turned to a steady roar, his body strained and flexed and shuddered with his hard fucks into her.
He arched back and howled, hard spasms clutching his body, shaking him. Felicity’s release matched his, her cry mating with his howls, her body convulsing in time to his. Her tenuous grasp on sanity was just enough that she felt the hot spurts of his cum deep inside her.
She loved that. She flexed once more and held, savoring that sweet offering, welcoming it as he emptied into her with his last thrusts.
Hers. Her Andy. Her third man.
* * * *
“Have you fucked her ass yet?”
Andy was awake enough to know that Ri and Wes had gotten home. One of them had brought Juniper upstairs and tucked her into her crib. She’d begun to think bedtime was negotiable, and he heard her try to wheedle her way out of it. Both of the guys were pretty susceptible to her, but tonight there was an agenda, and his daughter didn’t stand a chance.
They’d given it a few more minutes, no doubt making sure Junie was down for the count, before Ri opened the door and inquired about ass-fucking.
Felicity stirred, and Andy lifted his head to see both Ri and Wes were there, stripped to their jeans. “No,” he said.
Ri was already at the bedside table. He pulled a tube of lube out of the drawer and tossed it onto the bed. “Do it. She likes it. And I want to watch her take it.”
Up on his elbow, Andy lifted that gorgeous red hair back so he could see his woman’s face. Her green eyes were open, looking back at him, waiting.
There was nothing in her gaze that looked like objection. And nothing about the way his cock stirred could be interpreted as disinterest. “All right.”
Andy rolled to his knees and backed off the foot of the bed. He straightened and looked at Ri and Wes, one on each side of the bed, and felt no more embarrassed about his rampant boner waving around than they seemed to about the fact that their own hard-ons were pushing out their flies. Either way, they both seemed more interested in the sweet piece of ass on the bed.
He wasn’t going to care. Fee had been on her side, turned toward him as they slept. He grabbed her legs and turned her the rest of the way over to her belly. Then he tugged her down, so her legs hung off the bed.
The bed was tall. With her legs spread like he’d maneuvered them, her toes just barely reached the floor. And her ass was exactly where he needed it.
Truth be told, he’d never fucked a woman’s ass before. He’d been more than interested, but Ellen just couldn’t be coaxed into it, and his experience prior to her was pretty limited. It had been more or less a spontaneous bit of brilliance when he’d stuck his fingers up Fee’s ass while he’d fucked her. They’d both liked that plenty.
Felicity apparently didn’t mind something more than fingers, and she didn’t need coaxing. She lay there sunk into the bed, her soft hair brushing her back as she turned to look from Ri to Wes and back. She was relaxed—offering him what he wanted. Inviting it.
Jesus. He picked up the lube and gave a good blast right into her ass. Her fists clenched and she moaned. Not in a bad way, though—she clearly wasn’t objecting.
Already hot for it, Andy tucked his fore and middle fingers together and pressed at her opening. She groaned, but the lube eased his way and her tight hole allowed him in. He went just an inch and left her hanging there.
Her fists gripped the bedsheets now, and she pressed her forehead into the mattress. Her breath came rough. And she arched, giving him her ass like she wanted more.
He shoved in, his fingers fully deep into her. She cried out as he did it, her breath catching in little, anxious hiccups. He gave her just a moment before he started reaming her, his fingers shoving in and out, scissoring, loosening her up.
Fuck if Ri wasn’t right. She liked it. As he worked her, her little gasps turned to moans of pleasure. He knew she wouldn’t hold back against his cock. He was certain she’d take him in, that she wanted it.
The thought of it slayed him. With barely a pause, he took his fingers out, grasped her hips to steady her, put his cock at her opening, and thrust in.
She cried out again as his cock took possession of her. Andy growled, holding her tight, mastering, forcing her submission.
And she fucking gave it. Nothing had ever been so compelling, taking this woman in the ass like she’d given over ownership. She was hot and tight, and it was freaking bliss to have her this way. Like she was his, his willing slave, fully, gladly, at his mercy.
He arched back, lifting her up with his hands on her hips and the force of his cock up her ass. Like a freaking marauder, he pumped into her. He knew he used her hard. He knew Ri and Wes watched. He didn’t give a fuck. Reduced to feral need, interested only in this base conquest, in primal possession, he fucked her.
Just barely, he heard the rising pitch of her moans over the roaring in his ears. Going on instinct, he slipped a hand around her and pressed her into the bed, his fingers at her clit. With each thrust now, she rubbed against his fingers.
She loved it. It didn’t take much, just a few more fucks and she was coming, rocking on her own accord to get that stimulation to her clit, and then riding back to accept his cock. She pushed up, letting Wes and Ri get a
look at her tits, at her face as she went over.
Crying out, her body shook. He felt it in the vibration of her core, in the spasms as her anus clamped down on his cock. He wanted to fuck her forever, to keep it going until he freaking died of it, but that last bit was too much. The heat, the clasp and clench of her ass sent him over.
He roared and came, blasting into her a load like he’d been saving up for a year. He felt it, the slickness and heat that smoothed his last strokes, those uncontrolled, impossibly mindless last spasms.
She’d collapsed down onto the bed before he did. He caught himself, his arms at her sides barely able to hold himself up, his head hanging like an overrun stallion. He panted harshly, a couple good long minutes before he looked to either side.
Wes and Ri were naked now, hands stroking their prodigious boners. Garnering the last of his strength, he pushed back, feeling every inch as his cock slid out of that tight ass.
He stepped back before he got pushed aside.
He was done, and done in. Felicity might be done in, but she wasn’t done.
Chapter Thirteen
“Go wash off. We’re going to all have her before this is over.”
Felicity smiled at Ri’s instructions. Her face was half-buried into the mattress, half-covered by a stream of her hair. She couldn’t see what was happening, but she knew what was coming.
A bit proudly, she calculated that most women would be ready to call it quits after the fuck Andy had just given her. But she had three men to keep happy, and she wasn’t one to shirk the duties that came with the commitment she’d made.
It didn’t hurt that the duties came with a significant amount of pleasure for her.
There were some things about her life now that she hadn’t seen coming. She hadn’t ever imagined that giving her ass over for a hard fucking would result in such wicked, wild pleasure. But she’d come to love it, the hard, physical, tearing thrill of it and the gratifying, sweet submission she felt when she gave herself to it. To them.
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