Page 53 of Full Mountie

She nods. “And you, too.”

“Good.” He kisses her nose. “But first I think Lachlan owes me something.” He looks over at me. “On your knees.”

“Do you want to put that in the form of a polite question?”

He grins. “No.”

Cocky fucker. I don’t go to him. I drop where I am, ignoring the achy pinch as my jeans pull even tighter against my cock. I rest my hands on my knees, spread wide, and give him an almost defiant look. Almost, because we both know it’s a sham. Inside, I’m a liquid puddle of desire.

He takes Beth’s hand, bringing her with him as he steps between my legs.

I return his smirk as I pull his thick, beautiful erection out. He’s already wet at the tip, and I don’t hesitate to lick up that pearly pre-come. His taste explodes in my mouth, and I suck up every last drop before I swallow more of his heavy length.

He doesn’t draw this out. Now that we’re in it, I recognize what this is. He wants to come, hard and fast, so his head is clear and he can be bossy. I relax my mouth and my throat, letting him take over, and he thrusts into me, using me like the willing hole I am. He’s not rough about it. Holding back, maybe, although I like this just as well. I can taste him as he pumps in and out of my mouth, getting harder and tense as he gets closer.

But Beth has other plans. She doesn’t know that Hugh just wants to get off, clearly, because she slides to her knees beside me and reaches between us, circling his cock with her hand.

Hugh slides his hand over my head, stilling me. I can feel a tremor run through his body. He was close, and he’s stopping for her.

“May I?” she asks as I ease back. I turn my head, and she’s right there. My heart pounds in my chest as she gives me an eager smile. “Maybe we can do it together?”

Above us, Hugh grunts his approval of that plan. I smirk up at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Suck my cock,” he growls. “One of you, both of you. I’ll even put up with little kitten licks if Beth needs some time—”

She opens wide and leans in, tossing her hair back as she takes a good few inches into her mouth. Her lips close tight around him and her eyelids drift shut as she bobs her head.

So. Fucking. Pretty.

I touch her reverently as she finds a rhythm. I trace her jaw, her neck, her spine. She’s poised, even on her knees. I don’t think I’m ever this graceful during sex. I get all distracted by how fucking good it feels, and sometimes how bad in a terribly good way. I like that messy place, and dive into it head first.

I can’t imagine anything about Beth ever being messy.

She shivers as she pulls off, her hand still stroking him. She glances at me. “Your turn.”

She doesn’t move her hand.

I swallow him greedily, right to where her fingers are, and each time my lips brush her skin, I get a jolt deep in my belly.

“This is so hot,” she whispers, leaning closer. “My turn.”

We go back and forth, Beth calling each switch, until Hugh’s hips are thrusting roughly. Normally…but this isn’t normal. And he’s being a fucking gentleman.

“He needs to come,” I finally tell her as she tries to rub his tip against my mouth. I open my lips, but I don’t let her put him in my mouth again. “Either let him take control or jerk him off.”

“I’m right here,” Hugh mutters, and we all dissolve into reckless, wild laughter.

I clap his denim-covered thigh. “Right. What would you like, boss?”

He touches both of our faces, gazing down at us like a bemused overlord. Pretty accurate, really. His expression tightens into a hard lust I recognize. “I want inside Beth.”

He helps her up first, and I reach for her waistband. “May I?”

She twists around so she’s facing me and nods.

I strip her bare, slowly and carefully, and I kiss each part of her body as I expose it.

“I like watching Lachlan on his knees for you,” Hugh murmurs to Beth.

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