Chasing Her Tail (19 page)

“I can’t take it,” Micah gasped. “I’ll explode if she does that.”

“I think you can take it,” Hammer told him, leaning over to kiss him. Bridget shifted so she could watch the men, fascinated by the meeting and separation of their mouths, the way Hammer caught Micah’s lower lip in his teeth, tugging before he let it slip away.

Opening his eyes, Hammer saw her watching and smiled. “Go on,” he told her,

“Eat his ass. He won’t come.” The last was said as a command and Micah bit his swollen lip. Under Hammer’s gaze, he nodded.

“Do it,” Micah grunted. Hammer grinned in approval and kissed him again.

Bridget knelt behind Micah. She kneaded both cheeks before pulling them apart to reveal her target. He clenched beneath her gaze and she smiled, knowing that feeling of needy anticipation, that desperate want mixed with a touch of fear.

Moving close, she touched his opening with her tongue, loving how he jerked beneath the tiny caress. She lapped at it again, circling in a smaller and smaller spiral until she speared her tongue inside him, feeling him clench around the invasion. Again and again, she pushed her way inside, until his hole was wet and his muscles relaxed, allowing her in.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted to go further, to enter him fully. Pulling back, she heard Micah’s protesting groan. She picked up the lube and smeared a generous amount on her fingers. An odd shyness overtook her and she glanced at Hammer, who gave Micah a final kiss before moving to kneel behind Bridget. His arms bracketed her sides as he squeezed Micah’s ass cheeks, pulling them open to reveal his hole, shiny now from her saliva.

Hammer nuzzled the side of her neck above the collar. “Make him ready for my cock,” he growled, making her shiver. His teeth closed gently on a tendon running the 99

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length of her neck and she pressed her body back against him, feeling the stiff length of his erection burning against her back.

Obediently, she nudged one slick fingertip inside Micah, both hearing and feeling his groan at her entry. The sound excited her and she pushed in farther, her senses overwhelmed by the grip of Micah’s body as Hammer licked and nibbled at her shoulder.

When her finger was buried to the hilt, she drew it out and slid it back in with ease.

She slipped another finger into his lubed ass, slipping the length of both digits deep inside him. Bridget liked the play that two fingers gave her to widen and stretch his opening.

She’d never explored a man like this before and was fully enjoying it, noting which movements made Micah jerk and moan with pleasure. Now that she was inside, Hammer released his ass cheeks and moved his hands to Bridget’s breasts, pinching and tugging the nipples. She gasped at the sharp flare of sensation that radiated from his touch. He was rougher than anyone she’d ever been with and she was shocked that she was so turned on by that.

Thrusting a third finger into Micah’s ass, she heard him groan as he pushed toward her. Her fingers must have touched a sweet spot because his muscles tightened, trapping her hand in place. When he relaxed, she plunged her fingers deep, trying to find that spot again.

Micah swore, panting, and Hammer pulled Bridget away. She cried out in protest, not wanting to withdraw from the hot grip of Micah’s body, but Hammer was relentless. Ignoring her objection, he picked her up off the floor and sat her on the table.

The cold wood under her ass was a shock and she jumped. Hammer grinned and pushed her away from the edge, nudging her knees apart until she sat, spread open and exposed. Micah was watching, still on his knees, his eyes smoldering green from beneath his tangle of hair.

Bridget’s breath caught. She loved that savage, lust-filled look, the one she’d never thought she’d see again.

“What do you want to do?” Hammer asked Micah. Bridget looked back and forth between the men. When Hammer was aroused he held on to his control until the very end, while Micah got wild. She loved the difference and found both incredibly hot.

His eyes narrowed, Micah looked at Bridget and then back to Hammer. “Whatever you want,” he finally snarled. His words were compliant but his tone was fierce, as if he was fighting the need to give in. Bridget wriggled against the hard surface of the table, utterly turned on by Micah relinquishing control to Hammer.

“I want you to eat her pussy,” Hammer commanded, his voice rough, as if Micah’s capitulation affected him just as strongly as it did Bridget.

Micah didn’t hesitate. Surging to his feet, he bent over the table and buried his face between her thighs, gripping her legs above the knees, pushing them so far apart that Bridget thought she might break. Toppling back, she caught herself on her hands, her 100

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arms shaking as they supported her weight. She loved it, though—the pulling stretch of her inner thighs, the way his fingers dug into her legs—it all added to the mind-blowing pleasure radiating from her pussy.

His teeth caught her clit lightly and she cried out, her thighs clenching, fighting the grip of his hands, trying to close her legs around his head to keep him there forever.

Despite her efforts, he released the nub of flesh with a lick before moving to her pussy and plunging his tongue inside her, mimicking what she’d done to his ass just a short time before.

Bridget glanced up at Hammer, who was watching them as he rolled on a condom.

Chest heaving and shiny with sweat, Hammer’s eyes were fixed on the head between Bridget’s thighs. When his hand smoothed over Micah’s ass cheek, Micah lurched forward, his chin bumping Bridget’s clit.

She gasped, her body jerking with pleasure.

“Sorry,” Micah muttered, smoothing a hand down her thigh in apology.

Bridget choked on a laugh. “Don’t apologize for
that
!”

After glancing up as if to make sure she meant it, Micah gave an evil grin and tucked his face back between her thighs. His tongue danced up and down her labia before flickering against her clit. Bridget’s hips thrust up toward his face, wanting more.

Instead, he backed off, lightly kissing and nipping her inner thigh. She growled.

A crack echoed through the room and Micah’s body jerked as he grunted. Startled, Bridget looked up at Hammer, who was raising his hand again. He brought it down against Micah’s ass cheek for a second spank. Pressing his face into Bridget’s thigh, Micah panted, his whole body stiff and quivering.

Hammer waited, running gentle fingers over Micah’s red ass. “More?” he asked.

Micah’s answer was muffled by Bridget’s leg.

“What?”

Lifting his head, Micah snarled, “Yes!” Dropping his head so that his hot cheek rested where Bridget’s leg joined her hip, he added in a surly mutter, “Please.”

Bridget saw Hammer smile, although desire added a fierce edge to his expression.

“Manners even,” he teased roughly. “Looks like the discipline is working already.”

Instead of delivering what Micah had just begged for, however, Hammer bent his body over Micah’s, lining his erection up with his ass.

From her sitting position, Bridget could watch Hammer work the head of his cock into Micah’s lubed hole, while at the same time see Micah’s expression of tortured ecstasy, feel his fingers dig into her thighs as he was stretched and filled.

Hammer’s controlled expression cracked as he worked his way in. Watching him, Bridget could almost feel the squeeze of Micah’s body around Hammer’s cock, the hot slide of the lubed passage. At her groan, Micah turned his head and began to suckle her clit as two of his fingers slid into her pussy.

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She moaned, wanting to let her head fall back and her eyes slide closed. She fought it, needing to watch the two men. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, Micah burrowed them between her cheeks to her rear hole and pushed inside her.

Bridget gasped at the entry as his tongue speared into her pussy, taking the place his fingers had vacated. As he licked, plunging his tongue into her, his fingers worked an inch more deeply into her ass. Micah mimicked the movement of Hammer’s cock, allowing Bridget to feel what Micah was experiencing.

Gripping Micah’s hips, Hammer thrust in, burying his thick erection to the hilt.

Micah groaned, the warm air from the sound blowing against Bridget’s sensitized flesh, and plunged his fingers deep into her ass. The three of them paused for a moment, breathing hard.

Hammer released Micah’s hips and brought his hand sharply down on the side of the other man’s ass. Micah jerked, his fingers driving another fraction inside Bridget.

Unable to continue his attention to her pussy, he pressed his forehead into her thigh, gasping against her skin at the next spank.

As Hammer’s palm continued to fall against Micah’s ass, sometimes softly and sometimes with enough force to draw a grunt from Micah, Bridget absorbed the shocks of his body, feeling each stroke as if it had landed on her own ass. When the spanks stopped, she made a small, disappointed noise.

Leaning over Micah, Hammer withdrew his erection and then thrust in again, out and in, picking up a regular rhythm that Micah imitated with his fingers in Bridget’s ass. She matched her hips to the movement of his hand, tightening around his fingers every time they were buried deep within her.

Micah flicked her clit with his tongue, over and over, adding that sensation to the building pleasure the movement of his fingers was creating. She was panting, gasping for breath, pushed higher and higher by not only what was happening to her own body but by the way Hammer thrusts were quickening, his excitement fast spinning out of control, and Micah’s small noises as his ass was plundered.

Reaching around to grasp Micah’s cock, Hammer bent to kiss his shoulder. With a strangled yell, Micah came, his body bucking beneath Hammer. The sight drove Bridget over the edge and she fell into her own orgasm, arching back as she cried out, her ass clamping around Micah’s fingers.

Unable to stay in a sitting position, she melted back onto the table. Her muscles wouldn’t hold her, even though she badly wanted to watch Hammer’s control shatter as he came. She heard it though, his guttural groan as he spilled. When Hammer withdrew, so did Micah’s fingers from Bridget’s ass, setting off another spasm of pleasure.

She sighed, content and satiated, her eyes drifting close. The only sound was heavy breaths from three sets of lungs as they recovered.

“You can’t sleep on the kitchen table,” Micah told her, shifting off her as he straightened.

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She frowned. “Why not?”

Hammer laughed. Reaching down, he swung her up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. With a shriek of surprise, Bridget scrabbled to grip whatever she could.

“Grab the lube and stuff, would you?” he asked Micah and hauled her out of the room. As he carried her through the house and up the stairs, her search for a hold turned into a sensual exploration of whatever she could reach—his back and ass and hips. She kissed the spot on his back directly beneath her face.

He slapped her ass lightly, either a warning or a promise, she wasn’t sure. Hoping it was the latter, she pinched his ass cheek, marveling at the tight, muscular globe beneath her fingers. Hammer spanked her again, this time a little more sharply.

“Watch yourself, baby,” he warned and she squirmed with pleasure as her ass tingled.

I’ll watch myself right into a spanking
, she decided, wiggling in his hold again. Once in his bedroom, he swung her down and onto the bed in one movement. The guys tumbled into bed with her, one on each side.

Now that she was on a bed, Bridget’s sleepiness had completely disappeared.

Turning toward Hammer, she kissed him, long and deeply. Micah tucked himself against her back and she twisted her head around so she could kiss him as well.

“You thinking of starting round two?” Micah asked, breaking the kiss.

“Maybe,” she told him, a smile curling the corners of her mouth. “Why?”

He groaned theatrically. “A man’s work is never done.”

Hammer laughed. “You know it.” He heaved himself to a sitting position and then to his feet. “Who’s for a shower first?”

“Me,” Bridget answered, darting into the bathroom.

“Me,” Micah seconded, following close behind.

Bridget ended up between the guys in the shower. She looked up at one and then the other. They were tall enough and broad enough to block pretty much all the spray.

“Any chance of getting some water here?” she asked, hands on her hips.

Micah nuzzled her neck. “Want to get wet, do you?” he growled.

She laughed, elbowing him off even as a shiver went down to her toes.
Yes.

“Here,” Hammer reached for her throat. “Better take this off.”

Bridget had no idea what he was talking about until he began unbuckling the collar.

“Right,” she said, feeling stupid. She’d gotten so used to wearing it she hadn’t even remembered it was on. Hammer pulled it free, tossing it over the shower door as he leaned down to lick her throat.

Micah lifted her hair and nibbled on her nape from the back. “As collars go,” he murmured, “that one isn’t bad. It’s pretty hot, actually.” Sliding a hand over her belly, he pulled her against him, pressing his burgeoning erection against her lower back.

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“Maybe she should have a shock collar,” Hammer suggested to Micah wickedly.

“We could keep her in line.”

Micah snorted. “All you need for that is that big hand of yours on her ass.”

“Sounds good,” Hammer agreed, his voice immediately growly at the idea.

God, does that sound good
, Bridget thought, still a little shy about saying it out loud.

“It worked for you,” she told Micah over her shoulder and he nipped the side of her neck in retaliation.

Hammer began soaping her breasts. “You’re too short,” he complained. “Boost her up, would you?” he asked Micah.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, Micah easily lifted her so that she was face-level with Hammer.

Bridget squeaked. “You guys haul me around way too much,” she told them, although she wrapped her legs around Hammer’s middle and grabbed his shoulders to support her weight.