Authors: Katie Allen
“Suck me,” Hammer finally ordered and she eagerly obeyed, kneeling between his spread thighs and lowering her chest until she could take his stiff shaft between her lips. He tasted so good she moaned, her mouth vibrating around his cock. Sucking at the head, Bridget curled her fingers around his balls, tugging and massaging his sac as she worked his cock more deeply into her mouth.
She felt his hands tangle in her hair, not directing her movements but just resting there, as if to let her know he could take charge at any moment. Bridget writhed at the thought, wanting that, craving the helplessness she’d feel as he held her with those strong hands and fucked her face.
Moaning again, she swallowed more of him until the blunt head bumped the back of her throat. Pulling back, she released his balls to grip his cock and lowered her head again, pressing her tongue against the underside of his erection. Bridget moved her head up and down and up again, tightening her lips beneath the head before he could pop out completely. She lapped at the head, digging into his slit with her tongue, and then dropped down, relaxing her throat so she could take all of him.
Her fingers, wrapped around the base of his cock, were slick from her saliva. She released her grip, moving to tease his balls for a few seconds and then trailing back even farther. She circled his puckered hole and then found the center, pushing the tip of her finger inside. The slick digit entered easily, sliding into the tight grip of his body.
With all her attention on Hammer’s cock and gripping anus, Bridget barely heard Micah’s desperate, “Please!”
“Fuck her,” Hammer ground out, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Micah’s hands gripped her hips as he nudged her knees farther apart. She could feel the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy and Bridget arched her back, asking for his penetration.
“No,” Hammer said and Bridget cried out in protest, the cock filling her mouth and muffling her complaint. “Fuck her ass.”
A shiver ran across Bridget’s skin at the words and she flushed hot. She was just as eager for Micah’s cock to fill her ass as her pussy and she thrust her hips back, desperate for him to hurry. The cool dribble of lube onto her ass made her body jerk and then melt as his fingers slid through it, drawing it toward her tight hole.
Her mouth moved faster, taking more and more of Hammer’s length as she matched the motion of her head with the finger buried in his ass. When Micah circled her anus she moaned, her head stilling as all her attention focused on the delicate probing of his finger into her back passage.
Hammer took over, moving her head on his cock. She relaxed and let him control the motion, relieved that he’d taken charge. He plunged into her mouth, driving in 153
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farther than she’d taken him, moving faster than she’d gone. There was a moment of initial panic when she didn’t think she could take him so deeply without choking but the fear was quickly over, replaced by exhilaration. The loss of control melted her insides, combining with the pleasure radiating from where her ass was penetrated by Micah’s finger.
Micah’s hand twisted and plunged as he pressed another finger into her, stretching her rear entrance to the point where pleasure met pain and merged into something even better. Her own finger was still buried in Hammer’s ass but she couldn’t concentrate on moving it. Hammer gripped her head, pulling her down as his hips thrust upward, fucking her face with a restrained violence that drove her toward orgasm.
As Micah worked his cock between her ass cheeks, pushing the broad head into her body, Hammer pulled free of her mouth. Bridget whimpered in protest and reached for him again but he held her back easily. Her focus changed as Micah worked his cock deep into her ass, plunging in to the hilt as the air left him in a rough groan.
Bridget went still, allowing her body to adjust to the thick intruder stretching her ass. With a gentle stroke to her hair, Hammer released her head and knelt to roll on a condom. Wrapping his arms around her, Micah eased Bridget upright until he sat on his heels and she straddled his lap, her ass impaled on his cock.
With a satisfied nod, Hammer leaned to kiss Bridget and then Micah. “Good,”
Hammer said, his voice as rough as gravel. “Play with her nipples.”
Micah hurried to follow the order, his fingers pinching and pulling, almost hurting in the way that Bridget loved. Lowering his head, Hammer caught her mouth with his, the kiss as wonderfully rough as the fingers playing with her breasts.
“Higher,” Hammer grunted against her lips and Micah rose to his knees, driving his cock farther into her body, making her cry out with pleasure against Hammer’s mouth. Tipping his head forward, Micah gripped her shoulder with his teeth, closing them just hard enough to pinch. Bridget panted as an oncoming orgasm threatened, hovering just out of reach.
The tip of Hammer’s cock nudged between her pussy lips and drove relentlessly into her tight channel. Bridget moaned, stretched and filled beyond what seemed possible. With an ecstatic cry, she ground down on both cocks, her muscles tightening around them as she came.
The men picked up a rhythm, lifting and lowering her as they thrust, driving her into a second orgasm before the first one had even released her from its grip. Her body milked the two cocks spearing her as she gasped for air, helpless with pleasure as they plunged inside her again and again. A scream built in her, bubbling up until she had to release it. She shoved her face against Hammer’s chest to muffle the sound. Both men came within seconds of each other, their bodies rigid, squeezing her between them until Bridget lost the little breath she had left.
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They toppled to their sides, pulling free of Bridget’s body as they fell. She was still caught between them, a slick male chest in front and behind, and she was just fine with that.
Just fine
, she thought, smiling as she slid into sleep.
Someone was nudging her.
“Again?” she grumbled without opening her eyes. “Fine, just don’t wake me up.”
Between Micah and Hammer, literally, she hadn’t gotten more than an hour of sleep all night. Of course, she’d slept the entire previous day but there’d been serious drugs involved.
“Ms. Grace?”
Sam!
Her eyes flew open and she snatched the covers to her neck. “Sam?”
He was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to her, as close as he could get without touching. His eyes were huge and she couldn’t tell if he was about to smile or cry.
“Hey, sweetie,” she said, holding out an arm while she used the other one to keep herself covered. “How are you?”
He launched his small body at her, locking his arms around her neck in a strangling hug. She rubbed his back, so happy to have him home and safe that she didn’t even mind not being able to breathe…for a while, at least.
“You’re here,” he said, not easing his grip.
“I am,” she croaked.
“Are you staying?”
“Well…” she hesitated, not sure what the future held.
“Yes,” Hammer said from the doorway.
Bridget and Sam looked over at him.
“We both are,” he told them.
“We are?” Bridget asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Yes.” Although his voice was implacable, his eyes asked a question.
She grinned at him. “Good.”
“Very good,” Micah said as he walked in. “Now who wants breakfast?”
Hammer picked up Sam and swung him onto his shoulders. Laughing, Sam clutched at Hammer’s smooth head, scrambling for a handhold. Bridget eyed the three males and shook her head, joining in the laughter.
Very good, indeed.
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About the Author
Katie Allen grew up in the Midwest with a horde of sisters (five) and one beleaguered brother. After an enjoyable four years working on her creative writing/art degree, and two not-so-pleasant years struggling toward her MBA, Katie somehow ended up as a mechanical engineer in Denver, Colorado. When her job disappeared during the recession, it was the kick in the rear she needed to head back to Minnesota and jump into writing full-time.
When she’s not writing (many books are necessary to pay for her unfortunate equine addiction), Katie rides horses, reads (of course), does gymnastics and looks for new (and occasionally insane) ways to research her books (cop school, anyone?).
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