Page 68 of The Rest is History

Then, more shyly I ask, “What about the – the—”

My face is red, so Sawyer takes over. “The sex?”

I nod mutely. “Come here, Reece,” Sawyer says. His voice has dropped to a sexy grind. I love it. I get up slowly, excitement coursing through my body like live wire. I’m walking toward Sawyer, but my eyes are on Asher. He’s got his cigarette in his mouth, and he watches me through a cloud of smoke.

I stand in front of Sawyer, finally moving my eyes to the man seated in front of me with his legs spread wide. He’s reclined into the chair. “Closer,” he says with that deep sex voice I’m becoming addicted to.

I step between his legs. Sawyer ropes his hand around my left thigh and pulls me in, maneuvering me until I’m straddling him.

“I’m safe,” I say. “It was only Asher and Julie for me.”

“We are too. It was only you for Asher, and I’ve only been with him.”

Asher reclines in his chair, smoking his cigarette and watching us. I’m so turned on I don’t think I have the brain cells for any more logical conversation.

Sawyer rubs his palms over my thighs. My eyes flutter closed for a moment, and I inhale sharply. “Most people probably start with getting to know each other first,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “But we’ll have to cut to the chase and fuck first because we need to clear all this sex hanging in the air.” He bites down on my shoulder. I whine needily, unsure of how I can beg him for more without sounding like a pathetic virgin.

“And besides, Reece,” he continues. “I don’t think I can wait six months to touch you. For now, is it enough that I know how happy I am that you’re here? That it makes me smile when I see you happy? I think about you all the time. As for the rest, I’ll just have to get to know you in between all the fucking. How does that sound?”

Sounds like a fuckin’ plan to me. I drop my head, slinking my arms around his neck. “Yes,” I whisper. Smoke from Ash’s cigarette swirls around my face, and it’s then that I realize he’s standing behind me. As I lower my face to meet Sawyer’s lips, Ash’s fingers close around my throat. The fingers of his other hand sink into the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling at my scalp and then weaving upward through my hair. The massaging pressure is too much. I groan into Sawyer’s mouth, rocking my groin against his.

Asher’s mouth is near my ear. “Do you like Sawyer’s mouth on you?” he whispers.

“Hmm,” I moan.

His mouth moves to the space below my ear. His tongue licks at the skin there. I angle my head to give him more. He squeezes my throat.

I need to come, and I whisper my predicament into Sawyer’s mouth.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Sawyer whispers, leaving my lips for a moment to kiss Asher.

“Please, Sawyer,” I beg. I can’t hold on much longer.

“Maybe we’re moving too fast,” Asher says, turning his head to kiss me.

My eyes widen with disappointment.

Sawyer kisses me again. “You’re such a fuckin’ buzzkill, Ash. We’re gonna fuck later and come all over each other. It’s not fair to Reece.”

Asher chuckles. “Buzzkill, huh?” He moves to the side of the chair where Sawyer and I are seated. Slipping his hand into Sawyer’s sweats, he pulls out his cock. My dick twitches inside my sweats and I’m one fucking stroke away from an orgasm.

Sawyer’s cock is fucking gorgeous. It isn’t so much his length as it is that fucking girth. He’s thick as fuck. That cock looks so fucking heavy resting over his huge balls.

Asher moves to my sweats. I can’t breathe. His hands trail over the material. I can’t keep my eyes off him. Is this really happening? He pauses, looking for my permission. I dip my head. Yes. Fucking yes.

He edges my sweats downward, releasing my cock.

I don’t know where to place my attention – to the feel of Asher’s fingers brushing against my cock. Or how the action causes my dick to line up lightly against Sawyer’s.

Sawyer groans, but he doesn’t move.

Asher wraps his fist around our dicks.

I lose it.

It isn’t even two strokes.

I come. It takes longer for Sawyer, who has thrown his head back as Asher continues to jerk our dicks and within a few more strokes, Sawyer lets out a string of expletives as he comes.

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