The Boy on the Bridge

by Sam Mariano

  I slide a hand through her hair and firmly grip the top of her head, holding on while I fuck her face.

  For all her reluctance, Riley gets into it. I can tell by the delicious fucking suction of her mouth as she sucks my swollen head like it’s her favorite flavor of lollipop. In the way she grabs my ass and pulls me closer. I oblige, pushing into her throat. She gags around me, but doesn’t stop. Even her gag reflex feels fucking incredible around the head of my cock.

  I love this girl to the ends of the fucking Earth, I really do.

  I let her work me for another minute, but then I pull out of her mouth.

  Riley is so pretty lying there, breathless and teary-eyed from choking on my cock. “So fucking pretty,” I tell her.

  She’s embarrassed as hell, but she still flushes with pleasure at the compliment.

  It’s her turn for some pleasure, so even though I know she’s going to resist at first, I pull up her top, exposing her bare tits to the cool night air—and Sherlock’s hungry gaze.

  “Hunter!” she cries, reaching up and trying to pull it back down.

  I shake my head, meeting her gaze to remind her of our deal, then I pull her shirt back up.

  She looks away as if the humiliation is all too much, but I know how fast she’ll change her tune.

  Maybe it’s the cold, maybe she’s just that turned on, but her nipples are already hard. I lean down to kiss the swell of her breasts, running my thumb over the hard little buds and drawing helpless noises out of her. She writhes beneath my ministrations, and I’ve barely used my mouth.

  It’s him watching. It makes her more sensitive—and she’s already so sensitive.

  When I get my mouth on her, she’ll probably come in about a minute.

  Even though I know she’s already warmed up—I could shove my cock in her right now and make her come—I can’t resist tasting her first. I love the sounds she makes as I lock my lips around her nipple, love the desperate way she threads her fingers through my hair and arches back against the ground.

  I kiss my way lower. I run my mouth over her tummy, still squeezing her tits. I let go and drop lower, kissing her hip bone as I unbutton her jeans.

  “Hunter, what are you doing?” she agonizes, but it’s the good kind of agony. She can’t believe I’m doing this, but she’s gonna love it.

  I unzip her jeans and tug them down, careful to leave her panties. She fights me a little when I start to pull her pants all the way off, but I only have to cock an eyebrow to remind her about the rules.

  She covers her face with her hands.

  Her fit of bashfulness only lasts a few seconds. When I start stroking her pussy through the fabric of her panties, her hands drop to her sides and she grabs desperately at the dirty ground beneath her.

  I slide my finger underneath the fabric and she gasps, arching off the ground. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I want to eat her pussy first.

  Instead of teasing her as much as I want to, I drag her panties off and toss them.

  Sherlock catches them, looking at me with a dangerous gleam in his eye. “Careful, Hunter.”

  Just to show him how much he scares me, I give him a little smile, then I drop my face between Riley’s thighs and latch onto her pussy.

  She cries out sharply, lifting her hips and grabbing at the ground again. “Hunter,” she cries.

  The needy sound of her voice only makes me hungrier.

  Her hips jerk as I flick my tongue over her sensitive clit. I place a hand on her tummy to anchor her and feel her muscles tensing and tightening as I devour her.

  I can tell by the way her legs shake she won’t be able to hold on long, and I am not wrong. I’ve barely had an adequate taste of her before she cries out sharply, using her own hand to smother her cry. Her legs tremble before giving out on her altogether, and she cries out more sharply as I keep eating her.

  When she squeezes her thighs together, I finally let up.

  I look up at Riley, panting and sated as she lies with her back flat against the ground, her hand still covering her mouth.

  I know she’s a screamer, but she shouldn’t have to do that.

  Rising back up on my knees, I spread her legs so I can position myself between them.

  “I’m gonna fuck you now,” I warn her, just in case I’m wrong about how far I can push her past her comfort zone.

  She turns her head to look up at me, but I can see the lusty haze clouding her gaze. She’s lost in pleasure, she doesn’t have it in her to object—even if I’d let her.

  “Do you want it, Riley?” I taunt.

  Too depleted to pretend otherwise, she nods.

  I smile, caressing her face. “Of course you do. You’re such a good girl.”

  She smiles, closing her eyes and nuzzling into my touch.

  I let go and slide both of my hands under her ass so I can tilt her hips and position her where I want her. Then I grab my aching cock, line it up at her entrance, and push the swollen head into her slick pussy.

  She moans, reaching out and grabbing at nothing. Her fingers sink into the cool Earth beneath her hands. She squeezes her eyes closed, arching and trying to stifle another cry.

  Flicking a glance at Sherlock, I tell him, “Cover her mouth.”

  “What?”

  Riley’s eyes pop open. “What?”

  “She likes it,” I tell him, though I don’t know why I bother. He doesn’t fucking care if she likes it. “She’s noisy. Put your hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.”

  He doesn’t have to be invited twice. He moves above Riley, grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head.

  “Hunter,” Riley says warily, stealing my focus. She’s much more alarmed about this as she looks up at me.

  “I know what I’m doing,” I assure her, meeting her gaze.

  She still looks worried.

  I don’t want her to worry. I know I’m not the one she’s wary of, but she needs to let go and trust that I’m in control of this situation, and I won’t let anything happen to her that she won’t enjoy.

  He can hold her down for me. He can cover her mouth to muffle her cries. But I’m not gonna let him do anything I’m not okay with.

  She doesn’t need to worry about him. She needs to put her trust in me.

  I know I’ve shaken the trust she once had in me, but I’m going to rebuild it, and once I do, I’ll know we’re unsinkable. I’ll get her to the point that she trusts me so much, she never questions me, even when I nudge past her comfort zone and take her into uncharted waters.

  “It’s not like he hasn’t touched your mouth before, buttercup,” I remind her.

  Her eyes flash, but if she has a verbal response, she doesn’t get to utter it. Sherlock clamps a hand over her mouth and pushes her head back down against the ground.

  “Be gentle,” I warn him.

  “I always am when I’m playing with someone else’s toys,” he assures me lightly.

  Not fucking always.

  I want to remind him about biting her, but now’s not the time. Besides, the fucker remembers.

  Chapter Sixty One

  Riley

  My heart pounds as I lie here, rendered absolutely helpless.

  Hunter didn’t tell him he could, but Sherlock gathered my wrists and pinned them over my head.

  Now he pins my wrists with one hand and covers my mouth with the other while Hunter slides his cock deeper into me.

  My pussy throbs around him.

  My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

  My stomach has been overtaken by so many butterflies, I should be soaring through the sky.

  Reckless does not begin to cover it.

  I’m not sure Hunter is thinking it through, letting Sherlock hold me down while he fucks me, but I don’t entirely understand the game they’re playing. I don’t know if anyone is really losing, I only know that I’m definitely winning.

  My God.

  Hunter rocks his hips back then thrusts into me again.
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  Since Sherlock is holding me down for him, Hunter’s hands are free to roam. He caresses my face while he fucks me. He lifts my shirt and toys with my breasts. He bends down to suck on them for a few seconds, then rises back up and grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drives into me more brutally.

  I cry out, but the sound is trapped under Sherlock’s strong grip.

  It’s the craziest thought to have, but with his hand over my mouth like this, I can smell his natural scent on his skin.

  He smells so good.

  I’ve tried to avoid it until now, I wasn’t sure I could bear it, but as Hunter fucks me and my exposed tits bounce, I can’t help noting that of all the things Sherlock could be watching… he’s looking into my eyes.

  Finally, I look up at him.

  That ring of fire in his eyes dances like the flames just a couple of feet away from us.

  Gray. His eyes are gray.

  Hunter slams into me harder, splintering my concentration. I cry out, instinctively trying to free my hands so I can grab for something, anything to hold onto, but Sherlock doesn’t let me.

  Wordlessly, he shakes his head, denying my request.

  Fuck.

  Delicious tension builds in my core as Hunter drives his cock into my pussy, more merciless with every thrust. As I start to get closer and closer to my orgasm, he slides his thumb inside me and goes after my clit.

  Oh, no.

  I cry out in glorious agony, a long, lingering sound that’s mercifully smothered against Sherlock’s hand. My eyes roll back, and my tummy jumps when Sherlock growls, like he’s feeding off my growing pleasure.

  Between the two of them, I’m trapped in a pleasure prison. Hunter teasing and fucking me until I feel like I’ll lose my mind if I don’t cry out, Sherlock trapping my cries and my hands so I can’t ground myself.

  When the pleasure comes, it hits with the dizzying suddenness I’ve grown used to when Sherlock is around. One second it feels fucking incredible but it’s steady and I can handle it. The next, the world is upside down and I’m exploding.

  My pussy convulses, squeezing Hunter as I cry out against Sherlock’s hand. I’m so grateful for his firm grip right now—without it, everyone at the party would hear how hard I’m coming.

  My whole body shudders in the aftermath. I feel exposed, but also blissful. Grateful.

  Hunter knows how I am right after an orgasm, so he barks at Sherlock to let go of me. He does, just in time for Hunter to let go with a groan and fill me with his cum.

  I lie there, breathing heavily, but feeling weightless.

  The chill in the air hits me, but Hunter comes down on top of me and warms me back up.

  He looks into my eyes, and I look into his.

  “I love you,” I tell him.

  His perfect lips tug up in a tender smile. He bends down to kiss me, and murmurs against my mouth, “I know.”

  I need more time to come back down, but I don’t have it. Lying here when I was aroused and all wound up was one thing, but the cool bite of night air isn’t the only thing I’m more aware of now that I’ve come.

  I’m aware that Sherlock hasn’t, and he just watched me get fucked. Held me down while Hunter possessed me.

  Hunter and I got satisfaction, but he didn’t, and he was clearly aroused.

  Still a bit boneless and foggy, I make quick work of gathering my clothes. I locate my jeans easily, but when I look around for my panties, I can’t seem to find them.

  “Looking for these?”

  I turn around at the sound of Sherlock’s voice.

  He’s dangling my panties from his fingertips.

  My stomach sinks. Blushing furiously, I snatch them from him and quickly step into them.

  Sherlock smiles faintly as I do—like he hasn’t already seen more of me than he had a right to.

  Turning back to Hunter, he says, “I’ve gotta hand it to you, Maxwell. You sure throw one hell of a party.”

  ___

  Sex is in the air tonight.

  We can’t satisfy it fully, can’t chase it away.

  We sure have fun trying, though.

  Once Hunter chases all of the guests away, it’s just the two of us—exactly how I like it.

  Tonight was fun, though. More fun than I thought it would be.

  To warm me up, and maybe to wash any grime off me from Sherlock holding me down while Hunter fucked me by the fire, we christen another shower.

  We don’t even bother to get dressed afterward. We lie to ourselves that we’re going to watch a movie to wind down before bed, but we don’t even manage to get the TV on. Hunter bends me over the couch and fucks me, then we collapse on the floor and hold each other for a while.

  Once we’ve recovered enough to move, we grab some cold water and head to bed.

  We don’t sleep, though. Our tongues tangle, our bodies strain to get closer. He fucks me again and again. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s made me come.

  Breathing heavily as he collapses on top of me in his bed, I wrap my arms around him and ask, “Was that seven or eight?”

  “What?” he murmurs.

  “Orgasms. You made me come so many times tonight, I’ve lost count.”

  Lifting his head just enough to look down at me, he asks, “Why are you keeping track?”

  “I’m getting two for every one you’re getting. I’ll want to repay this debt eventually. I need to make sure my tally is correct.”

  Hunter smirks and shakes his head at me. “You’re crazy. You don’t owe me any orgasms. Making you come makes me happy.”

  I sigh, locking my arms around him even more tightly. “How did I get so lucky?”

  He rolls off me so he doesn’t crush me, then tugs me into his arms on his side of the bed. “I’m the lucky one.”

  I snuggle up close to him and close my eyes. “I love you so much.”

  Hunter kisses the crown of my head. “Not as much as I love you.”

  I smile. “I love this argument. Let’s only ever have this one.”

  “I don’t know,” he says, his tone teasing. “I kind of like fighting and making up with you in the bedroom.”

  “I like everything we do in the bedroom,” I murmur in sleepy agreement.

  “And in the back yard?”

  His taunt is playful, but it makes my tummy flutter. My eyes pop open and I look up at him. “Was that… okay?”

  “Of course,” he says easily. “It was my idea. It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t okay with me.”

  My heart still pounds just thinking about it. “I never thought I’d have sex with someone watching like that.”

  “I didn’t think it was on your to-do list,” he says, lightly amused.

  “I don’t even like to kiss in front of people.”

  His amusement deepens. “I know.”

  “I can’t believe I liked that.”

  He slides a hand down my arm, letting it drift around to the small of my back so he can caress me there. “See? It can be fun to try new things.”

  “What other new things do you have in store for me?” I ask, a bit cautiously.

  “Lots.” He leans forward and kisses the ball of my bare shoulder. “I look forward to giving you many, many orgasms over the years. Some you’ll see coming, others… maybe not.”

  I smile as he starts to kiss the swell of my breast. “I’ll never be bored with you, will I?”

  He flicks his tongue over my nipple, even though we’ve just barely finished. “Nope,” he says, squeezing my ass and grinding me against him.

  His cock is already hard again.

  “You’re insatiable,” I say, sliding my fingers through his hair.

  “I think that was eight,” he tells me, referring to the orgasm tally I lost track of. Spreading my thighs, he lifts me, then eases me down onto his cock. Voice strained, he says, “Let’s go for a nice, even ten.”

  ___

  We don’t wake up until around 11 the following morning.


  Hunter nailed his goal of giving me ten whole orgasms last night. As a result, my whole body is sore.

  My arm muscles ache as I roll over and reach for him. He got away from me in the night, but he looks so gorgeous sprawled across his bed, only his cock and part of one leg covered by the stray edge of the white bed sheet.

  Mm, he’s delicious.

  Feeling a little raw and needy after the night we had, I pull myself closer and snuggle up against his side.

  Stirred awake by my touch, Hunter shifts and slides his arm under me, pulling me even closer. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  I love the rough, husky sound of his voice when he first wakes up.

  “Good morning,” I murmur, kissing his chest. “How is the best boyfriend in the whole world doing this morning?”

  He smiles. “Pretty goddamn good.”

  I splay my hand across his muscled abdomen and lean in to steal a quick kiss. I’m tempted to deepen it and invite him into my body again, but I keep my mouth closed since I probably have morning breath.

  “What should we do today?” Hunter asks.

  Thinking of all the sex we had last night, I quip, “Probably go to church.”

  He chuckles. “I’m serious. This is your first official day as a professional girlfriend. We should commemorate it somehow.”

  I groan. “I want to complain about you calling it that…”

  He slides my hand up his abdomen, then claims it and lifts it to his lips so he can kiss it. “But then you remember I’m allowed to do whatever I want to you, up to and including calling you my professional girlfriend.”

  “Your deals are the worst,” I say playfully, not meaning it at all.

  Not buying it for a second, he pulls me into his chest like he’s gonna give me a noogie, but he gives me a kiss on top of my head instead. “You love my deals.”

  I wiggle around in his embrace until I can look up at him. “Fine, I love your deals, but not your terminology. Professional girlfriend makes me sound inept.”

  “No, it doesn’t,” he disagrees. “Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you have to. You’re one of the most adept people I know, Riley. I know you can take care of yourself. That was never up for debate. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.” He caresses my face and slides his fingers through my hair as he looks down at me. “I want to take care of you. I don’t just mean financially, either. I told you I wanted all of you, and I meant it. I want to take care of you, heart, body, soul. There’s no limit to what I’ll do for you, Riley. I’m yours completely. I want you to be mine the same way.”