Page 50 of Stick Around,
Kellan stepped back slightly, his hands going to my waistband, unbuttoning my jeans and smoothly tugging them down along with my underwear, far enough to expose me. The cool air of the tack room hit my skin, making me gasp.
“Spread your legs a little wider.” He tapped the inside of my ankle with his boot. “Now lean forward.”
I did as instructed, bending at the waist, my upper body now angled over the saddle. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly turned on.
Kellan’s hand slid between my legs, fingers tracing my folds. “Already so wet for me.”
I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers exploring me. “It’s been building all night.”
“Has it now?” His finger circled my clit before pushing inside me, making me moan. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
Before I could answer, I sensed a change in the air. Opening my eyes, I saw Reid standing in the doorway, his intense gaze locked on us. I should have been embarrassed about being caught with my pants down, bent over a saddle. Instead, it only intensified the heat inside me.
Kellan must have noticed my reaction and the way my pussy gripped his fingers. “Look who’s come to join us.”
Reid stepped into the room and moved to stand where I could see him clearly but not close enough to reach.
“How wet is she?” Reid’s question was directed at Kellan, but his eyes remained fixed on my face.
Kellan added another finger, pushing deeper. “Dripping. Feel for yourself.”
Reid shook his head slowly. “Not yet. I want to watch first.”
My cheeks burned at being discussed this way, but my body responded with a rush of wetness that contradicted any objection.
Kellan’s free hand stroked my back. “She looks incredible like this, doesn’t she? Bent over the saddle, waiting to be taken.”
Reid nodded, his eyes darkening. “What do you think, Quinn? Do you like being on display for us?”
“Yes,” I whispered, not trusting my voice to remain steady.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?” Kellan leaned over me, as he continued to work his fingers inside me. “How good you’d look with my cock inside you while Reid watches from this close.”
My knuckles whitened on the saddle horn. “Please.”
Reid moved closer, still not touching me. “Please what, Quinn?”
Kellan’s fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and aching. I heard his belt unbuckle and the rustle of fabric. “Tell us what you want, sweetheart.”
The words were stuck in my throat, but only for a moment. “I want to be fucked.” My cheeks flamed as the word left my tongue, but there really was no other word for what was about to happen.
Reid’s lips curved into a smile. “Good girl.” The approval in those two simple words echoed through me, making my fingers tremble against the saddle horn. His eyes never left mine, holding me captive in that gaze that seemed to see every desire I’d been trying to hide, every fantasy I’d kept locked away. The heat of his attention was almost as tangible as Kellan’s touch.
Kellan positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “So fucking perfect.” With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely as I cried out.
“Look at how well she takes it.” Reid’s voice was thick with desire as he watched Kellan move inside me. “Like she was made for your cock.”
Kellan’s hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he set a punishing rhythm. “She’s so tight and so fucking wet.”
Each thrust pushed me forward against the saddle, and I struggled to maintain my grip on the horn. Reid moved closer, close enough now that I saw the prominent bulge strainingagainst his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, lowering his zipper with deliberate slowness.
“Do you want this too, Quinn?” He freed himself, stroking his length as he watched me being taken from behind.
My mouth watered at the sight. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” His hand stilled.
I licked my lips, eyes locked on his cock. “I want you in my mouth.”
