by Jenika Snow
He held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass, and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sparrow shifted in his arms, causing his dick to slide in another inch. That had Asher snapping his mouth shut and closing his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like her body was on autopilot. She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Ash, and you’re not even all the way in.”
He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You’re so fucking tight, Sparrow. God, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her. She slammed her head against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like he was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness of it all, but then it slammed into her as hard as if a sledgehammer was thrown against her skull. Sparrow snapped her eyes open, watched the play of ecstasy cover Asher’s face, and tried not to let the pleasure take her under once more.
“Ash.” He pulled out, and the head of his cock brushed along some hidden sensitivity inside of her. An involuntary shiver worked through her. “We have to stop.” She tried to push him away, but whatever he was rubbing up against inside of her had a moan leaving her and her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Sparrow, Christ, Sparrow it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her in and out, and she knew she had to stop.
“Wait, we don’t have a condom.” It had taken all of her strength to say those words. He stopped immediately, cursed something fierce under his breath, and leaned down to kiss her.
“Sorry, fuck that was a stupid move.” He kissed her once, twice, and shifted so he could bend down at grab his pants that were around his ankles. He fished out a condom from his pocket, all the while still fully inside of her body, and held it up in front of her. “Found a couple of boxes a few towns back, and a whole lot more at McMillian’s.” The half-smile he gave her was sexy and adorable, but right now she just wanted him to get the damn thing on so they could finish this. In a move that was surprisingly fast, Asher had her on her feet, the condom on, and her back in his arms with his cock buried deep inside of her in a matter of seconds. Another image that came to mind was the fact Asher and Mason used those condoms … with each other. “God, Sparrow. I swear you got wetter in just that short amount of time I wasn’t buried balls deep inside of you.”
Right. She wasn’t about to explain why she had gotten wetter, because feeling him so far inside of her that there was no part of her body that he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words from her. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter. Asher started moving in and out of her, and the sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting. The root of his erection rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her. Ash might have started off slow in moving inside of her, but with each passing second he was going faster, and harder, and the burn of her back rubbing against the wall blended with her pleasure.
“I want to see you come, feel you milk my dick until we both go over the edge.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to the hard bundle of nerves that was already swollen and ultrasensitive. He rubbed her clit back and forth, kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him, trying to have him go impossibly deeper into her body. He pressed his mouth to her ear, had his cock deep in her pussy, and had his thumb on her clit. Sparrow was about to come right then and there, and had no intentions of stopping it. “You know what would make this even better, sweetheart.” She closed her eyes, shook her head back and forth, and just wanted to get off, but knowing what he was about to say before he even said it. “Everything would be even more exquisite if you were sandwiched between Mason and me, with me in your pussy and Mace’s cock in your ass.” He dragged his tongue along the shell of her ear, and right when she would have come he lessened the pressure on her clit and slowed his thrusting hips. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper and said, “And when we got you off, had you so exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open, I would make you watch as I slid my cock deep into Mason’s ass, and fucked him until we both came.” He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure until she was about to come once more, but right when she was there he slowed his motions. Sparrow wanted to scream out in frustration, but before she could do or say anything he grunted against her neck, clearly barely holding on as well. “And I’d make you watch as I slid out of Mason’s ass, came all over his lower back, and then had him come on your belly.” He slammed into her hard, causing her back to slide painfully up the wall, but shit did it feel good. “And you’d love every fucking minute of it.”
“God, yes, I would.” That was all he needed apparently because he pressed his thumb on her clit harder and started fucking her like a man starved.
“Fuck. That’s my girl.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pounded into her like he had no more control, and that was when Sparrow finally let go, when Asher gave her the release she so desperately needed. Her orgasm crashed through her, took her sanity, and refused to let go until she was nothing but a pliant mess pressed against the wall and the hardness of Asher’s body. It was never ending, and then she felt Ash’s cock stiffen even further inside of her right before he groaned deeply against her. His breath was warm and moist against her neck. Sparrow opened her eyes as her pleasure started to lower, and as Asher’s voice grew softer, deeper, and less strained. But what she was looking at wasn’t an empty, dimly lit kitchen, but Mason standing in the entryway, his hand propped up on the frame, his gaze directed right at them. He didn’t look like he was in any pain and in fact had this hooded stare. Slowly he moved his eyes up and down their bodies, and even though Asher was blocking his view of anything substantial, Sparrow felt like he could see right through her. Asher looked over his shoulder.
“You should be resting.” Her voice was whisper soft, but she knew Mason heard her from across the room, saw the corner of his mouth slowly lift, and clenched around Asher.
“Fuck, Mason, our little bird likes you watching.” He started kissing her throat, and a sigh escaped her, but it wasn’t one of relief, but of sexual need because she wasn’t nearly sated. “She’s getting wetter having you watch me fuck her, Mace.” He groaned deeply, and Mace made a low sound in his throat.
“I bet she’s tight, hot, and squeezing your fucking shit like an iron vise.” Mace’s chest rose up and down with the force of his breathing. He pushed away from the wall and took a step toward her. He was still shirtless, and the whiteness of the bandage on his shoulder seemed to glow in the dimness of the kitchen. The flex of his muscles was evident, and even though she couldn’t quite see the tattoo that lined one entire side of him, she could see it clearly in her mind’s eye. With Ash still buried deep inside of her, thickening once more with every passing second, and Mason moving closer, Sparrow couldn’t control her breathing, couldn’t calm her racing heart.
“You should rest, Mason.” She said it again, trying to sound stronger, but failing miserably.
“I should, but I heard something downstairs, wanted to make sure you two were all right.” He stopped a few feet from them, inhaled deeply, and let out a low rumble. He sounded like some kind of wild animal. Hell, they both were like feral creatures surrounding her, intent on staking their claim on her. But Sparrow wanted them to mark her, show her that she was theirs and vice versa. Never had she wanted to be possessed so fully. “And you can imagine my surprise to find Ash fucking the very female we both want, and up against the wall no less,” he leaned in and said in a guttural voice, “like damn animals.” Mason didn’t say it with disgust, but deep, dark, and full of
need. Asher started slowly thrusting into her again, shallowly at first, but when she started making little noises he picked up speed. God, he was taking her right in front of Mason, like it was nothing, but meant everything. Asher continued to roll her breast in his palm, rubbing his palm back and forth over her nipple until she thrust her chest out for more.
“You like Mace watching, Sparrow.” It was clear Asher was talking to himself, and by the heavy breathing and the incoherent murmurs he kept making, he liked it as much as she did. Sparrow never considered herself an exhibitionist, but knowing that Mason watched them, and was hard—which was evident by the thick rod bulging his pants out—that he wanted this as much as she wanted him. Ash never stopped his onslaught of pushing into her and pulling out, and her second orgasm was violently close to exploding inside of her. Mason leaned in another inch until their breaths mingled together, and only the barest of spaces separated their lips.
“You have no idea what watching you with Ash does to me.” He reached out, snagged her wrist in his hand, and pulled it down so he could put it right over his erection. His cock jumped beneath her touch, and a gasp left her, but before the sound could fully escape Mason had his mouth on hers. He fucked her between the lips with his tongue while Asher took her pussy with his cock.
Oh. God. They were ruthless, and this was only the tip of the iceberg. Mason grabbed her jaw, dug his fingers into her flesh until pain spiked at the contact, and he tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss. There was no doubt in their mind that they were staking their claim, making it known that they could do whatever they wanted to her, and there wasn’t a damn thing that could be done. But Sparrow didn’t want to do anything aside from being between them, getting lost in the pleasure, and forgetting about the ugliness of the world that was right outside this cabin. Her second orgasm peaked inside of her, and Mason groaned as he swallowed the sound. She tried to turn her head to suck in a lungful of air, but Mason’s hold was unyielding. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Ash pulled out of her overly sensitive pussy, gently set her on the ground, and let Mason take his place. In seconds flat Mason had worked his pants down, even with his injured shoulder. She got a quick glimpse of his hardness, and it was like an extra limb, thick and big between his thighs, and surrounded by dark hair. Mason buried his face in the center of her chest, licked and sucked at her breasts right through the thin material of her shirt, and slowly moved a hand down her belly and between her legs. She was wet from coming twice, so soaked that her cream slid down her inner thighs, and at the first touch of his finger through her slick folds she shuddered.
“That’s it, baby. You want me to take you, don’t you?” Mason kissed her left breast, and then moved to her right. He did this a few more times while he pressed his hips into her, grinding his erection into her belly. Her shirt was wet from his mouth, and she didn’t need to look down to see that her nipples stabbed through the thin cotton and were clearly visible through her shirt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, make you writhe beneath me and beg me to stop.” He moved his mouth up her throat and took possession of her mouth once more. But before he could once again deepen the kiss he whispered against her lips. “And after I fuck you until you can’t walk, I’m going to make you watch as I fuck Ash and we both come all over that hot little body of yours.” Mason gave her one more hard, long kiss before pulling away from her, and if she didn’t brace her hands on the wall for support she would have fallen to the floor. The men stood side-by-side, both hard and watching her like they were seconds away from tackling her to the floor. Despite having her shirt still on and her pants and panties around her ankles, Sparrow felt as though she was completely bared for them and laid out like some kind of offering.
“I think she’d like to see something more, Mace.” Asher’s voice was low, heated. Mason nodded slowly. All Sparrow could do was stare between the two men. They were like fallen angels, dark and light, and both so big, strong, and intimidating that when she was with them all she felt was safety and arousal. Those emotions swirled around each other, mixed as one, and all she wanted was to get lost in the feel of their touches and kisses. The room was deathly silent aside from their breathing.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Mason took hold of his cock and started stroking it from root to tip. In a matter of seconds Ash removed the condom, cleaned himself up with some bottled water and a clean rag, and stood beside Mason once more. How could she still want them so fiercely when she had gotten off twice? But it was when Ash reached out, moved Mason’s hand out of the way and took hold of Mason’s erection, and started moving his palm up and down his shaft that she really felt everything crumble around her. They smirked at her, identical erotic lifts of their mouths that sent her heart into palpitations. But it was when Ash dropped to his knees in front of Mason, brought the head of his cock to his mouth, and engulfed all of the length that her knees buckled and her head grew dizzy. Sparrow had never witnessed such an act of eroticism before, and they were quickly burning her up alive from the inside out. He sucked and licked at Mason’s dick, and the part he couldn’t reach with his mouth he worked with his hand. Mason kept his eyes solely on her, gestured for her to come forward with a crook of his finger, and grinned when she complied immediately. Mason was against the counter while Ash sucked him off, and when Sparrow was close enough, Mason snagged her around the nape and tugged her forward. He kissed her fiercely, and there wasn’t anything romantic about it. It was wet and sloppy, but it was so fucking hot that she wanted more. Asher took his free hand and moved it up her thigh, under the hem of her shirt, and curled his big fingers into her hip. It wasn’t an overly sensual touch, but rather one that felt more like a brand of ownership.
Mason made grunting noises against her mouth, but she knew it was because Asher was going to town on his cock. The wet, slurping sounds of him deep-throating the other man were like nothing she had ever heard, and something she never thought she would get aroused from. How wrong she had been. Mason broke away, moved away from Ash until the sound of a wet popping noise filled the room, gripped her around the waist, and lifted her easily onto the counter beside him. He hissed out, and she knew he had to have hurt his wound from the sudden act, but before she could reprimand him he had his mouth back on hers and his tongue between her lips. “I want in your body, baby. I want to slide my cock in your hot little cunt.” He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, and the sound of her flesh snapping back in place when he let go made her even more aroused. Where Asher seemed more reserved, and wanted to take things slower at first, Mason was the complete opposite. He took control of the situation and of her body. He didn’t say words to coax her, just showed his dominance in the way he licked the interior of her mouth, ran his hands over her damp shirt, and willed her body to get hotter by the second. She saw Ash moving back, too, and knew he was giving Mason head again. “You have no idea how good it feels to have Ash sucking my cock, rolling my balls in his big, masculine hand, and have the softness of you pressed against me. It’s the best of both worlds.” As if that had been some kind of cue the sound of Asher’s mouth leaving the suction of Mason’s dick filled the air. He stood, and moved beside Mason so they were face-to-face with her.
“Does he make you feel good, sweetheart?” Ash leaned in so their mouths were only inches apart. Mason was still so close. She nodded and licked her lips, which had Ash groaning and slanting his mouth on hers. The flavor of Mason’s pre-cum covering her taste buds in a salty, yet surprisingly sweet mixture, came from Asher’s lips. Mason pushed her thighs apart while Ash kept kissing her, but not even the sound of a condom being opened, or the feel of the thick crest of Mason’s dick penetrating her pussy could break the spell Ash currently had on her. When the head of Mason’s erection was lodged inside of her, she expected him to go slowly, but she should have known better, because even gentle Ash hadn’t been so gentle. Mason tunneled into her body in one steady, swift move. Her ass moved up the counter an inch, but Ash k
ept his hand on her chin and his mouth on hers. Mason didn’t ease in and out of her. He fucked her like he hadn’t fucked a female in a very long time, but she supposed that wasn’t far from the truth. Ash kissed her like he was making love, and Mason fucked her like she was a vessel for his pleasure. But both complemented each other so well that she knew that being with them separately, although deliciously good, would never bring her this kind of mind-blowing intensity.
Mason shoved her shirt up her chest forcefully, baring her breasts and then lowering his head to suck on her exposed nipples. A gasp of pain left her when Mason bit down on one stiff peak, but he dragged his tongue along the abused flesh, causing her inner muscles to clench around him on their own.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Do that again. Milk my shit until I come so fucking hard.” She did as Mason asked, and when Ash broke the kiss and he and Mason started making out, while Mason continued to slam his dick in and out of her, and pull at one of her nipples, she couldn’t hold off the inevitable orgasm that had slowly been rising since she had gotten off the second time. Her head was suddenly too heavy, and she let it fall back. The same thing went for her eyes, and she closed them, enjoyed the euphoric sensation that washed through her, and didn’t care about anything else. While her pleasure was still going one of the guys grabbed her hair, yanked her head forward and kissed her hard enough that their teeth clashed. The deep groan against her lips told her it was Mason, but soon Asher had his hand in her hair and was pulling her toward him, kissing her softer, but with just as much passion. Mason shuddered against her as he came, and the smell of their sweat, the sweet muskiness of their combined arousal, filled the small, deserted kitchen. Even after the pleasure became a slow burn inside of her, Mason and Asher took turns kissing her. Their faces were so close, nearly fused together, so all they were doing was moving their mouths against each other at the same time. It was hot as hell, erotic and steam worthy, and she knew that she had never truly lived until this very moment.
